<?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-1451581583866544806</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:41:07.601-06:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='plans'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='books'/><category term='scaredy cat'/><category term='caring'/><category term='art'/><category term='our new house'/><category term='garage sale'/><category term='library'/><category term='lovely weekends'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='saturdays'/><category term='summer'/><category term='photo fun'/><category term='job'/><category term='favorite things'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category 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term='photography'/><category term='debbie downer'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='videos'/><category term='love list'/><category term='first'/><category term='old school'/><category term='bubbles'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='postsecret'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='gulf shores'/><category term='the boy'/><category term='i want a puppy'/><category term='Classroom'/><category term='house'/><category term='wishful thinking'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='sephora'/><category term='health'/><category term='design inspiration'/><category term='shelter blogs'/><title type='text'>letting in the sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-9099394639478489180</id><published>2011-07-21T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:11:26.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet sucked me in for hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog love'/><title type='text'>giving in to peer pressure</title><content type='html'>Three things have helped make me realize just how much I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My obsession with &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. On my iPad, on my iPhone (the app update is heavenly and much needed), and now I've found my way to my ancient desktop computer. The "Pin It" option for my internet browser's toolbar is genius. Want to see what makes my heart skip a beat? &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/kristina513/"&gt;Follow me.&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYPKslEX5sY/TiiQb_k0r7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/BIBriX0lS4c/s1600/4600047629_98f331eb2d_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYPKslEX5sY/TiiQb_k0r7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/BIBriX0lS4c/s320/4600047629_98f331eb2d_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.lunaandchloeweddings.com/2010/05/flowers-of-week-51710.html"&gt;luna and chloe.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Seeing fabulous friends absolutely ROCK the blog word. I'm serious. I highly recommend you check them out. &lt;a href="http://messyjofu.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Messy Gal&lt;/a&gt; is trying her hand at crafts and cooking (and doing a darn good job at it!) and Ashley over at &lt;a href="http://smittenandswell.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Fine Day&lt;/a&gt; is showing the world her favorite things, which just so happens to coincide with many/most/all of mine. Click, bookmark, and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMRqlyZ9lw0/TiiSp-I6ezI/AAAAAAAAAT4/g5iO_05z_Sw/s320/Picnik+collage5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messyjofu.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Messy Gal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTw_6zcgczI/TiiSxv0Dy0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/yRvMXZ7aZ78/s320/Untitled22.001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smittenandswell.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Fine Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. The last thing that really pushed me back into wanting to blog? My mom. "You know, you haven't updated your blog in awhile. I keep checking." Thanks, Mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xu6jBA98rU/TiiVc-hPd3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/YbXTeqOP8pQ/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xu6jBA98rU/TiiVc-hPd3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/YbXTeqOP8pQ/s200/mom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-9099394639478489180?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9099394639478489180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/giving-in-to-peer-pressure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9099394639478489180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9099394639478489180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/giving-in-to-peer-pressure.html' title='giving in to peer pressure'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYPKslEX5sY/TiiQb_k0r7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/BIBriX0lS4c/s72-c/4600047629_98f331eb2d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1794234904954450821</id><published>2010-11-14T07:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T07:55:53.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, lovely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Well, despite my absence, I haven't forgotten about my blog. Technology has been my hinderance and my hero. The ol' laptop has definitely seen better days. I've done everything to try and save her, but she's hanging on a thread. Being without a reliable computer hasn't been fun, BUT, it gave me a really great excuse to finally ditch my old school cell phone to upgrade to a fancy pantsy phone with internet capabilities! Yay! I gave into temptation and bought an iPhone 4 and I'm lovin it. And thank goodness for an app that allows me to edit my blog! So...I'm back :)&lt;br/&gt;Quick update on life: things going well! Tough school year. A few (too many) difficult students and a heavy workload have made things stressful, but I still love my job and I'm thankful for it every day. Speaking of stressful, wedding planning is going well, slowly but surely. So far we've booked our ceremony/reception site (and catering), officiant, dj, and our photographer (which I am soooooooo excited about! Will dedicate a post to that later!). And I think I might have found my dress! So things are moving along and we're excited. Is it June yet? :)&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-1794234904954450821?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1794234904954450821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-lovely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1794234904954450821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1794234904954450821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-lovely.html' title='Hello, lovely!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-3759011472647288769</id><published>2010-06-01T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:01:03.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>April, May,... July?</title><content type='html'>I'll be the first one to admit that I'm a bit of a planner. Not that I shun spontaneity, but I appreciate knowing what's going on. I sat down last week and started filling out my calendar for the summer. Weddings almost every weekend, Matt's golf tournaments, appointments, etc. As I finished filling in May, I flipped the page and found myself starring at July. Wait....July? I know they say that the summer goes by quicker than we'd all like, but May is now followed by July? My discounted calendar that I "scored" from Target is, surprisingly, missing the page for June. I'm all about scoring a sweet deal, but a heads up would have been nice. Thanks, Target. (p.s. Don't worry, I still love you.)&lt;br /&gt;Now that summer break has officially started, I'm trying to make the most of my extra time. First of all, I don't even know how to handle "free time"! I've always been so busy that now that I have an ounce of free time, I'm not sure what to do with it! I'll be honest, the past several days have been laaaazy, but I'm ready to start tackling the to-do lists that I have been putting off all school year. Task number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start planning our wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been fun, browsing through magazines, pulling out pages that catch my eye and arranging them in my wedding planning binder. I don't want a huge, extravagant wedding. In fact, in an attempt to turn a huge wedding into something more intimate, Matt and I recently decided to look into having our wedding in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;! Living in the middle of the U.S., I've always wanted a beach wedding, but never thought I could do it. Matt said 'Why not?" and I said "Yes, please!". I'm also hoping that a destination wedding will help me give up some, if not all, control. If I had to plan a Midwest wedding, I would be in charge of everything and I would, inevitably, stress myself out to the point of no return. My dream is to tell a wedding planner what I want and to show up with a smile on my face and be happy with whatever happens. A girl can dream, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-3759011472647288769?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3759011472647288769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/april-may-july.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3759011472647288769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3759011472647288769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/april-may-july.html' title='April, May,... July?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-8400410731385252919</id><published>2010-05-25T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:17:57.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='much-needed vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>It's beginning to feel a lot like...summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/2358225/il_430xN.114096334_large.jpg?1274767547" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2358225"&gt;(via)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know I disappeared for awhile, but any fellow teachers out there know that April/May are CRAZY. State testing (ugh.), field trips, assemblies, parties, and other daily interruptions in the normal routine/schedule (the result: kids are out of control). I feel like I've been running a marathon for the last couple of weeks and finally I'm at the finish line. Our last day of school with the kids was Thursday and it was bittersweet. I loved LOVED my class this year, and I am really going to miss them (especially when I'm told I was dealt a rough hand when it comes to my class next year), but by the end of the school year, everyone is d-o-n-e and ready for a break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am just so thankful that I have a job next year. As I said goodbye to a fellow teacher that lost her position, I couldn't help but feel like I dodged an erratic, unreasonable bullet. I think back to this time last year when I was packing up my classroom, not even sure if I'd be teaching ever again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But this year, the picture is much clearer. I spent Friday and Monday cleaning my classroom, but not because I wouldn't be returning. I wanted to get things organized and neat for next year. (I would stress about it all summer if I didn't get some cleaning done in there!) It feels good to know that I'll be coming back in August to prepare for a new school year. I love my job and I am just so thankful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-8400410731385252919?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8400410731385252919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-likesummer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8400410731385252919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8400410731385252919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-likesummer.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to feel a lot like...summer'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4241929950935908229</id><published>2010-04-05T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:46:09.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>a few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7plO8FIpoI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjzUCZSSP4c/s1600/DSC00841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7plO8FIpoI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjzUCZSSP4c/s320/DSC00841.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Bringing the outside in. I know my daffodils won't last forever, so I snipped a few and brought them inside. Thank you, $1 vase from Wal-Mart (the ONLY thing I bought that was not on my shopping list. That must be a record for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7plZAZUlCI/AAAAAAAAASk/K5TfzMifDU0/s1600/scandal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7plZAZUlCI/AAAAAAAAASk/K5TfzMifDU0/s320/scandal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Wearing a bright, cheerful polish. Kind of outside my comfort zone, but I'm going to blame it on the sunny weather. I bought this color awhile ago and I never wore it because I thought it would be too bright for me. I was feeling spunky this morning so I grabbed it and gave it a go. Three coats and lots of patience later, I've got happy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7pnRlTnbMI/AAAAAAAAASs/e7ZFE1sYc9M/s1600/DSC00842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7pnRlTnbMI/AAAAAAAAASs/e7ZFE1sYc9M/s320/DSC00842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Filling out a new month on my calendar. My attempts to color-code started to rub off on Matt. He gave me the green pen and told me to fill in the pay days. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4241929950935908229?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4241929950935908229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4241929950935908229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4241929950935908229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='a few of my favorite things'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7plO8FIpoI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjzUCZSSP4c/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6769536523124605538</id><published>2010-04-05T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:48:57.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scaredy cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>april showers bring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7oBaRRIfcI/AAAAAAAAASM/rjV2nlNpiVc/s1600/aprilshowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7oBaRRIfcI/AAAAAAAAASM/rjV2nlNpiVc/s320/aprilshowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talk about April showers! Tornadoes touched down in the area and rain/lighting/thunder/wind/hail resulted in me resorting back to childhood. I called my mom so she could comfort me. Unfortunately, the conversation led to her telling me to get to know some neighbors with basements in case a tornado does rip through my neighborhood. Anxiety level, plus 25. Thanks, Mom! haha (just giving you a hard time, Mom. Thanks for the chat. I needed it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Matt is out of town with his brother for a few days, so I'm home alone until Wednesday. It's feels super strange without him here. I'm also a bit of a &lt;b&gt;scaredy cat&lt;/b&gt;. Tornadoes and hail the size of baseballs (true story) definitely didn't make me feel any better about being here by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Completely unrelated side note, I've spent my morning playing around with my blog layout.I added some pages up at the top. I definitely have a lot of work left to do on it all, but I've been avoiding today's to-do list all morning. (typical!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7oFo5G6RMI/AAAAAAAAASU/5rBi8_wQrWs/s1600/EasterEggHunt-main_Full-719895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7oFo5G6RMI/AAAAAAAAASU/5rBi8_wQrWs/s320/EasterEggHunt-main_Full-719895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.iheartcleveland.com/ihc/blog/labels/holiday.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-6769536523124605538?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6769536523124605538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-showers-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6769536523124605538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6769536523124605538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-showers-bring.html' title='april showers bring...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7oBaRRIfcI/AAAAAAAAASM/rjV2nlNpiVc/s72-c/aprilshowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-642170426835484979</id><published>2010-04-01T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:24:37.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>spring surprise!</title><content type='html'>We bought our house in November, so we had no clue what kind of trees and flowers were planted in the yard. As the weather has been warming up, it seems like we find a new surprise every day. A tree next to our house is in full bloom! My mom said it's a tulip tree, which I've never heard of (as a certified brown thumb, I know very little, anyways!), but I'm so excited because it's gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU7om8PTI/AAAAAAAAARY/bKcx5raOlLY/s1600/DSC00840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU7om8PTI/AAAAAAAAARY/bKcx5raOlLY/s320/DSC00840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU36XR1EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AYEu8_urVqM/s1600/DSC00837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU36XR1EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AYEu8_urVqM/s320/DSC00837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU-oQDurI/AAAAAAAAARg/4Wtxw9CyyAo/s1600/DSC00833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU-oQDurI/AAAAAAAAARg/4Wtxw9CyyAo/s320/DSC00833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-642170426835484979?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/642170426835484979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-surprise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/642170426835484979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/642170426835484979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-surprise.html' title='spring surprise!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S7VU7om8PTI/AAAAAAAAARY/bKcx5raOlLY/s72-c/DSC00840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2954064730647632266</id><published>2010-03-28T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:56:28.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>pretty purple wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been really enjoying the beginnings of planning for our wedding. It won't be until next summer (late May/early June 2011), but it's been super fun getting ideas. Am I stressing out a little bit already? Of course I am, but I'm still enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gorgeous are these flowers! I'm thinking this is the color palette I'm going for...variations of purples, fresh green, and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybouquet.ca/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/june9012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.mybouquet.ca/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/june9012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.mybouquet.ca/blog/?p=242"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-2954064730647632266?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2954064730647632266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-purple-wedding.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2954064730647632266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2954064730647632266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-purple-wedding.html' title='pretty purple wedding'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1991300319296837994</id><published>2010-03-28T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:51:05.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>springing forward</title><content type='html'>What a nice weekend! Matt and I had some friends over on Saturday. Matt got to play with the grill, his newest toy. It's still pretty chilly out (dear Spring, I'm totally ready for you to get here and stay here!), but it was much nicer than last weekend. We got the grill out and had friends over last weekend, too. First day of spring. Perfect day to grill, right? Umm, notsomuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_aOntjF_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iVY9mbJz25I/s1600/spring+grillin.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_aOntjF_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iVY9mbJz25I/s320/spring+grillin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_a4CheUCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lF9c6naB7a0/s1600/spring+grillin+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_a4CheUCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lF9c6naB7a0/s320/spring+grillin+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have an uncovered patio, so Matt brought out the Mizzou tailgating tent. It was snowing/sleeting sideways, so he had to put up the side panels. Good ol' Missouri weather. Friday night it was about 70 degrees. The next morning we had a good 2 inches of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But did we still break out the grill? Yes, sir!&lt;br /&gt;This weekend brought us more appropriate grilling/bbq-ing weather. Matt tended to some ribs and chicken for hours, using hickory wood to smoke the meat. The results? Success! We cooked a ton of food and I'm surprised how little we have left. Maybe it's because Matt was eating on it ALL evening long. haha&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend this afternoon with my mom and my vovo (Portugese for grandma...that's how we roll in my family). We enjoyed a nice lunch and a little shopping. After they left I found a little surprise on my bedside table. Mom secretly bought me a book while we were at the bookstore and she had Matt put it next to the bed. What a great surprise! Makes me want to get into bed already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to make the weekend lovely? Daffodils!We moved into our house in Nov/Dec, so everything's been dead and brown. It's been so fun watching things bloom that we didn't even know we had! In the front we have daffodils coming through the ground. A couple sets of them have already started blooming! Everything else is still brown, but it's so nice to have some pretty signs of life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_cwyqFlKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VJbCwv3MtPs/s1600/DSC00829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_cwyqFlKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VJbCwv3MtPs/s320/DSC00829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_cTxMP0YI/AAAAAAAAARA/FUbHKTR00I4/s1600/DSC00832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_cTxMP0YI/AAAAAAAAARA/FUbHKTR00I4/s320/DSC00832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-1991300319296837994?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1991300319296837994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/springing-forward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1991300319296837994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1991300319296837994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/springing-forward.html' title='springing forward'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S6_aOntjF_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/iVY9mbJz25I/s72-c/spring+grillin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4558796334647038359</id><published>2010-03-01T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:37:32.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olly optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Here's to you, March!</title><content type='html'>Dear March,&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I celebrated your arrival today in my classroom as if it were a national holiday. To be honest, it's not that I'm such a big fan of you, March, but more like all the things that you bring! The beginnings of SPRING! Ice melting, touches of green finding their way out of hibernation, outdoor recesses (thank goooodness. The kids &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; it), the sun still being up when I leave work, rain that doesn't freeze, light jacket weather, birds outside my windows. Lovely. So here's to you, March.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about these adorable Lion/Lamb cupcakes to celebrate March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4xdD_SAy9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LOCgGJLFKro/s1600-h/march+lion+and+lamb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4xdD_SAy9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LOCgGJLFKro/s320/march+lion+and+lamb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/lion-and-lamb-cupcakes"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;, of course.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4558796334647038359?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4558796334647038359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-to-you-march.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4558796334647038359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4558796334647038359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-to-you-march.html' title='Here&apos;s to you, March!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4xdD_SAy9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/LOCgGJLFKro/s72-c/march+lion+and+lamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4844088293470532946</id><published>2010-02-21T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:17:29.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddiings'/><title type='text'>I said yes!</title><content type='html'>It's been a week, so it's about time I FINALLY post about it. I'm so happy/excited/giddy, I want to shout it off the rooftops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HS7KQvDgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WCgqsIWHb_A/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HS7KQvDgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WCgqsIWHb_A/s320/DSC00801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WE'RE ENGAGED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Sunday was filled with feelings of love and lots of cold medicine. I was really REALLY sick on Valentine's Day. Spent all day in bed with a fever and a nasty cold turned sinus infection. I didn't want to ruin our V-Day plans, so I finally got up the strength to get out of bed and get ready for our nice dinner at our favorite steak restaurant here in town. After stopping mid-primping process to regain my strength, I slipped on my heels and I was finally ready to go. As I was buttoning my coat (and putting a handful of Kleenex in my purse in case the cold medicine failed mid-dinner), Matt pulled me aside, said uber-sweet and romantic things, got on one knee, and asked me to marry him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said yes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I cried like a little baby....like a little baby with a head full of snot. (eww) I couldn't breathe through my nose, so I'm sure my cries sounded/looked ridiculous. Matt laughed, rightfully so. I'll never forget his laugh. It was the best part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner was super nice. Matt had made some special arrangements to have GORGEOUS roses brought to our table by our waiter. He had to pull some major strings with his florist, which he later told me was a big factor in the fact that we were still going out to dinner even though I was sick and nasty. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, we came home and I promptly returned to my sweats, took another dose of medicine, and crawled back into bed. Not the most romantic end to the night, but I couldn't help it! Despite feeling horrible, the night turned out great. After I posted about it on Facebook (technology is lovely), Matt and I got so many responses from our friends and family and it truly felt great to hear from everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We're so unbelievably happy and excited and we can't wait. We're thinking the wedding won't be until next April/May/June, which gives me plenty of planning time, money saving (and spending) time, and time to get my butt in shape! I've already been flipping through wedding magazines and browsing websites to get ideas. I'm such a girl. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HYWSPsLoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6sWiSx0ww94/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HYWSPsLoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6sWiSx0ww94/s320/DSC00803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Don't mind my chipping nail polish and goofy fingers...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HZtwjLlhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rADAy_0tJLY/s1600-h/FLORIDA+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HZtwjLlhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rADAy_0tJLY/s320/FLORIDA+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HYshYNTmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YHXz5uyQB_E/s1600-h/matt+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HYshYNTmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YHXz5uyQB_E/s320/matt+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. I just noticed a fiber from my sweater snuck into the pic of my ring. Sneaky! I'll take a better picture tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4844088293470532946?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4844088293470532946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-said-yes.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4844088293470532946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4844088293470532946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-said-yes.html' title='I said yes!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/S4HS7KQvDgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WCgqsIWHb_A/s72-c/DSC00801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-5780293066248608620</id><published>2010-02-14T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:41:26.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dear matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i love how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;i love how you kiss me on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;i love how you make me laugh and smile (even when i don't want to).&lt;br /&gt;i love how you cuddle with me (even when you don't want to).&lt;br /&gt;i love how i still get excited to see you when you come home.&lt;br /&gt;i love how you remind me that everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;i love how you love me.&lt;br /&gt;i love how i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Stina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-5780293066248608620?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5780293066248608620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-matt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5780293066248608620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5780293066248608620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-matt.html' title='dear matt'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1926191829868167378</id><published>2010-02-08T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:31:09.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olly optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debbie downer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>where did all the sunshine go?</title><content type='html'>I consider myself to be a pretty optimistic person. Don't get me wrong, I definitely have my Debbie Downer days, and anyone who's ever talked to me for more than 5 minutes knows I tend to worry way more than your average gal, but for the most part, you can bet you're going to catch me with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, after a particularly depressing and eye-opening budget meeting, I couldn't spot a glimmer of optimism within miles. Once again, for the second year in a row, I have to worry about my job position being cut. Last year, after I was told I would need to find a new district, I thought it was the end of the world, because for me, it was the end of MY world. Drama, stress, tears, and about 4 months later, I landed the job at my current school. From that moment on, my world has been completely different and I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;...Until I found out that once again, I might have to leave something I love so dearly, so whole-heartedly that I can't imagine going anywhere else. It's not that my school, my district, my coworkers, my students, my ANYTHING is perfect, but I love it. I feel like I belong. I feel like I'm succeeding. I feel like I'm making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to look into your principal's eyes as she discusses cuts in personnel and overall expenses. Nothing is set in stone, but she wanted us to know that cuts will have to be made. As the newest hire, I consider myself "low girl on the totem pole" and I can't help but fear that my job is on the line. I left right after school (rare for me) because I felt too upset, almost bitter about the whole thing. I felt it all building up and I knew I had to leave. I'm proud of myself because I didn't cry until I got home and Matt said "What's wrong?" That's all it takes. Open the flood gates. &lt;br /&gt;But several Kleenex and a cold beer later (this too is rare for me), I realized that I have to remember that all I can do is remain optimistic. I have to. I can't show up at school and bring that poor attitude to school. The kids read you. You set the tone in the room. I'm going to continue showing up too early and staying too late because that's what those kids deserve.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't written in awhile, and I apologize that this latest post is not so fun, but I guess I'm just asking for some help. Who knows what's going to happen, but I need all the finger-crossing I can get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-1926191829868167378?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1926191829868167378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-all-sunshine-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1926191829868167378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1926191829868167378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-all-sunshine-go.html' title='where did all the sunshine go?'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4009597571320657165</id><published>2010-01-18T08:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:54:07.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couldn&apos;t have said it better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to-do lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Tackling "The List"</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog! It's been a bit. Don't get me wrong, I'm still reading some lovely blogs on a daily basis, but I haven't gotten the itch to post in my own lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off of school today for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, so I'm going to try and tackle a to-do list 50 miles long, including way too much school stuff (isn't this my day OFF??) and a whole to-do list within my to-do list titled "Oh, Boy. Operation: Organization". What I REALLY want to do is post pics of our house now that we've gotten pretty settled. I'll add it to &lt;b&gt;The List&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To-do List, Item #702: Take pictures of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(only AFTER cleaning up a bit. Nobody needs to see my dirty laundry..literally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather tackle a to-do list like this one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw2ami8GTg1qa6o1ao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw2ami8GTg1qa6o1ao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://ilove-blog.co.cc/page/6"&gt;iloveblog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-4009597571320657165?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4009597571320657165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/tackling-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4009597571320657165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4009597571320657165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/tackling-list.html' title='Tackling &quot;The List&quot;'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6812722511225792474</id><published>2009-12-22T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:54:07.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet sucked me in for hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment therapy'/><title type='text'>hooray for shelter blogs!</title><content type='html'>Be prepared to spend way too much time online browsing through design blogs. Nominate your favorites and enjoy finding new favorites. &lt;span id="goog_1261539937830"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261539937831"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye, productivity! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homies.apartmenttherapy.com/2009/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SzGToC0mwzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Tj8qzM36meU/s400/homies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-6812722511225792474?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6812722511225792474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/hooray-for-shelter-blogs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6812722511225792474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6812722511225792474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/hooray-for-shelter-blogs.html' title='hooray for shelter blogs!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SzGToC0mwzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Tj8qzM36meU/s72-c/homies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-852209273081195705</id><published>2009-12-13T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:41:11.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulf shores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>holiday cheer...</title><content type='html'>I needed a little reminder to help me get through this next week. Let the countdown begin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only 6.5 school days until break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only 10 days until we're on a plane to Gulf Shores, Alabama to spend Christmas on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only 12 days until Christmas!&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/1451581583866544806-852209273081195705?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/852209273081195705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/852209273081195705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/852209273081195705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer.html' title='holiday cheer...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2809522216200634539</id><published>2009-12-12T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:18:51.403-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>smile, darlin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SyQFOCuuyrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6GdF0YpcoJ0/s1600-h/tumblr_kuds5jBk3F1qzi81zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SyQFOCuuyrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6GdF0YpcoJ0/s640/tumblr_kuds5jBk3F1qzi81zo1_500.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://ilove-blog.co.cc/page/8"&gt;iloveblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving life. Seriously loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still insanely busy. Still surrounded by projects and boxes to unpack/sort/throw away. Still behind with grading papers and planning and assessments (always!).Still broke. But you know, things have never been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My family finally got to come up and see the new house today. They didn't get to stay long, but it was so nice having them in town. It meant a lot to me to have them here. I can't wait to have them back over for a post-Christmas Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. OBSESSED with watching Real Housewives of Orange County and Say Yes to the Dress. Hello, ridiculous reality TV. :)&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/1451581583866544806-2809522216200634539?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2809522216200634539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/via-iloveblog-loving-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2809522216200634539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2809522216200634539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/via-iloveblog-loving-life.html' title='smile, darlin.'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SyQFOCuuyrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6GdF0YpcoJ0/s72-c/tumblr_kuds5jBk3F1qzi81zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-8410249534719613824</id><published>2009-11-24T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:03:12.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming too big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><title type='text'>mission: paint bedroom</title><content type='html'>So in the spirit of preparing for the big move, I have been planning (aka dreaming about aka &lt;b&gt;obsessing about&lt;/b&gt;) where we're going to put things, how we'll decorate, blah blah blah.We're extremely lucky in the fact that the house is move-in ready. No renovations or repairs. Floors and walls are great as is...EXCEPT the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwyY81bENfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oBgjOeyaHCk/s1600/323495_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwyY81bENfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oBgjOeyaHCk/s400/323495_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The burnt orange/rust faux finish is definitely not my style. Looked fine with his furniture and decor, but not my cup of tea. I decided that we'll go ahead and paint the bedroom before we get everything moved in, so I'll be in there putting on primer before we even get the furniture in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been throwing out ideas about wall colors. I've been in the house once, so I'm going to wait until we get in there on Friday to make any color decisions. BUT you better believe that I've been looking through my decor files and magazines looking for inspiration. Here are a few of my favorites. (And I apologize- I didn't save my sources. I've been collecting these pictures on my computer for years now and I wasn't smart enough to take note of the sources. Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swyaxk8v1xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DXvpEntyw0c/s1600/57ba7e0168ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swyaxk8v1xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DXvpEntyw0c/s320/57ba7e0168ab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya0oG5JiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QEmLM94ksoU/s1600/5811727c8b5d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya0oG5JiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QEmLM94ksoU/s320/5811727c8b5d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya2SS3i9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/APqrpOP8qes/s1600/betterhomesandgarden4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya2SS3i9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/APqrpOP8qes/s320/betterhomesandgarden4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya_wEblsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HUxAFqlRcek/s1600/tripadvisor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Swya_wEblsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HUxAFqlRcek/s320/tripadvisor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwybFGITaRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TUWJT2pq7FY/s1600/lifeinaventicup.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwybFGITaRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TUWJT2pq7FY/s320/lifeinaventicup.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If it were &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; up to me, I'd decorate with accents of deep purple/fuchsia, but I'd also have a larger bedroom surrounded by a million windows and a view of the ocean. But I guess we make compromises. (And we'll also live realistically...money is an issue, so I have a feeling my decorating dreams will be put on the back burner until further notice...)&lt;br /&gt;I like the mix of neutral colors (beige, chocolate, grey tones) with white and splashes of color (green, blue, or maybe even some purple). Apparently Matt's mom bought us all new bedding as an early Christmas gift (Thank you thank you!!) to go on the brand new king bed we just bought, so I guess decorating will depend on the bedding, too. But I want to at least be able to pick a wall color that will go with whatever bedding/accessories I'll have now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, ramble much? I just can't help it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-8410249534719613824?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8410249534719613824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/mission-paint-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8410249534719613824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8410249534719613824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/mission-paint-bedroom.html' title='mission: paint bedroom'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwyY81bENfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oBgjOeyaHCk/s72-c/323495_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-7805732840197658731</id><published>2009-11-22T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:03:38.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olly optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Counting down the days...</title><content type='html'>This time next week, Matt and I will be sitting on the couch, where I'll probably be grading papers despite my desire to watch the football games with Matt. What makes that so different from what happens every Sunday? Well, friends, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we'll finally be in our new house!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already time. It feels like it has taken foooorrreeever, but at the same time, it feels like it was just yesterday that Matt and I were driving around looking at houses. Am I ready? Yes and no. I am so tired of moving. I still have things in boxes from my move in July. I have SO MUCH to do before the move. I have entirely too much stuff, and most of which I probably don't even need. The goal was to get rid of a bunch of stuff before the move, but I have been so busy, it looks like I'll have to do that as I unpack. THAT'S another thing I could live without. Unpacking. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;good ol' *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Olly Optimism*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; shines through. I can't wait to get in there and get things set up. I can't wait to put up the Christmas tree and the decorations. I can't wait to finally get to park in a garage! (Trust me..leaving for work in the morning when it's still dark and finding your car under a foot of ice and snow starts the day on a pretty sour note.) I can't wait to cook dinner with Matt in our new kitchen. I can't wait to have friends and family over. I can't wait to spend a Sunday in our pajamas, sitting by the fire as Matt watches football and I grade papers (who are we kidding, I'll probably just watch football while the papers sit on my lap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwnsiKBP2mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wy7ND_iemo8/s1600/Couple+Moving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwnsiKBP2mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wy7ND_iemo8/s400/Couple+Moving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(img via google)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But honestly, I'm on cloud nine right now. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beyond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; happy. So much to be thankful for!&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/1451581583866544806-7805732840197658731?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7805732840197658731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/counting-down-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7805732840197658731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7805732840197658731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SwnsiKBP2mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wy7ND_iemo8/s72-c/Couple+Moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-5115605719184477706</id><published>2009-11-01T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:40:39.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>lucky. :)</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. It's been a good minute or so since I last posted. I even got an email from my great uncle begging for a post to read! :) Well, it's been a crazy month. Crazy in that "I'm loving life and I don't want to slow down!" sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally feeling more "in the groove" at school. I feel more capable...more confident. Like a real teacher, heaven forbid! I'm still going in too early and staying too late, but that's all part of teaching at a new school. It'll be better next year because I'll know what to expect, so as long as I can keep up this year, next year should be a breeze. Parent-Teacher Conference last week put me through the wringer, but it's a stressful time for everyone, whether you're new to the district or not.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that I love my school and my kiddoes? Because I do, and I feel pretty damn lucky. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for some big news? Big, excited, life-shifting news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We bought a house!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm completely on cloud nine. We started looking at houses a month ago. From the moment I saw pictures of this house, I was in love. It was hands-down a million times nicer than every other house we saw in the same price range. They always say that you'll know when it's the one..and I did. I could picture us living there. Grilling in the back yard. Sitting in front of the fireplace watching movies. Cooking dinner together in the kitchen. In OUR house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We close a couple days before Thanksgiving. The owner can't move out until that weekend, so we'll be able to get in there on Sunday or so. We're counting down the days. Every day we find something new to stress about. Are we even going to have enough furniture to put in that house? How will our mix-and-match, hand-me-down furniture look in such a nice house? blah blah blah. I'm still in the process of trying to sublease my apartment, so that's added some additional stress. But at the end of the day, I realize how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the house from the real estate listing. Not our furniture (but I wish it was!), but it gives you a bit of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pexO-_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iGayv6J1LiU/s1600-h/323495_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pVM3NH9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JkyluS-ZPRE/s1600-h/323495_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pVM3NH9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JkyluS-ZPRE/s320/323495_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pXe5f_8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/M6I11-sxJ1Q/s1600-h/323495_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pXe5f_8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/M6I11-sxJ1Q/s320/323495_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pZIXpTGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4SS9PgkRK5U/s1600-h/323495_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pZIXpTGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4SS9PgkRK5U/s320/323495_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pexO-_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iGayv6J1LiU/s1600-h/323495_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pexO-_aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iGayv6J1LiU/s320/323495_17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention how EXCITED I am??!?? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-5115605719184477706?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5115605719184477706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5115605719184477706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5115605719184477706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucky.html' title='lucky. :)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Su4pVM3NH9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JkyluS-ZPRE/s72-c/323495_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6694591998053407851</id><published>2009-09-28T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:57:07.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishful thinking'/><title type='text'>not-so grey day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsFYQsbIWFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dXn1GtFNTnU/s1600-h/ah1_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsFYQsbIWFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dXn1GtFNTnU/s400/ah1_rect540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/sf/guest-posts/allys-contemporay-with-a-touch-of-paris-glam-house-call-096687"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsFY-UxPCWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gXwBH5isrvs/s1600-h/01_SmallCoolWinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsFY-UxPCWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gXwBH5isrvs/s400/01_SmallCoolWinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/sf/house-tour-brendens-shannons-house-toursmall-cool-contest-winners-089557"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loving the grey tones in&amp;nbsp; rooms lately. I think I love it even more imagining that I could showcase some splashed of purple/fuschia in there. I've also been obsessed with different ways to organize framed artwork and photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. I can't wait to own a house. SO MANY IDEAS. &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/1451581583866544806-6694591998053407851?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6694591998053407851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-grey-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6694591998053407851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6694591998053407851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-grey-day.html' title='not-so grey day'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsFYQsbIWFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dXn1GtFNTnU/s72-c/ah1_rect540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-617932358276064900</id><published>2009-09-27T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:51:50.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couldn&apos;t have said it better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly students'/><title type='text'>They keep me laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKristina%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKristina%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKristina%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Dear Ms. G.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;At lunch Jane said that Ashley and me poop our pants. Which is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your student, Sarah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That is the note I received in my purple classroom mailbox the other day. This mailbox is a place where my students can write me notes about things that are on their minds, compliments for classmates, etc. Obviously Sarah felt like I needed to handle the poopy pants comment. And she also wanted to make sure that I knew that it’s not true.&amp;nbsp; Ok, Sarah, I believe you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Awhile ago Jane over at &lt;a href="http://brainyjane22.wordpress.com/"&gt;It’s like I’m…mmmagic!&lt;/a&gt; posted about some her experiences teaching&amp;nbsp; and her post literally had me laughing out loud. Matt asked me what was so damn funny, so I read him some parts of her post. I especially loved the part about &lt;a href="http://brainyjane22.wordpress.com/2009/09/07/farting/"&gt;the farty kid in class&lt;/a&gt; and his response when getting called out on it. “They have no proof. Smell my butt, there’s no farts there.” SERIOUSLY.&amp;nbsp; How hilarious is that! It is now an inside joke in our house. With our tendency to turn to potty humor, the phrase is said several times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Despite my apparent absence from the blog world, I am still reading blogs each night as I unwind from teaching all day.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t written much lately, but that’s a sign that things are going well. I’m finally feeling more comfortable in my new school, feeling less like the new girl and more like I’ve been there for years.&amp;nbsp; I’ve got a really good class, too. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a few super tough kids, and there are definitely days when I want to pull my hair out, but overall, I really do love my kids and I love love LOVE my job. I feel pretty lucky that I can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’ve been reminded lately of my belief that things happen for a reason. Not knowing the reasons has been frustrating, and the road has been rough along the way, but as things have started to fall into place, I feel like I am at this point in my life for many reasons. I’m not going to question why, I’m just going to try and remind myself to enjoy the ride along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsAHlHscaHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uPlndYoTF-Y/s1600-h/dowhatmovesyou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsAHlHscaHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uPlndYoTF-Y/s320/dowhatmovesyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://lovelife.typepad.com/"&gt;K. Barteski&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-617932358276064900?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/617932358276064900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-keep-me-laughing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/617932358276064900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/617932358276064900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-keep-me-laughing.html' title='They keep me laughing'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SsAHlHscaHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uPlndYoTF-Y/s72-c/dowhatmovesyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2351753107455292372</id><published>2009-09-07T11:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:41:40.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotable quotes'/><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqU0e-jMCSI/AAAAAAAAANs/RFXI1XA7QZc/s1600-h/wishes.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqU0e-jMCSI/AAAAAAAAANs/RFXI1XA7QZc/s400/wishes.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378763036755233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kari-shma.tumblr.com/post/85274510/while-you-were-sleeping-by-bigcitydreams"&gt;via.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To accomplish great things,&lt;br /&gt;we must not only act,&lt;br /&gt;but also dream;&lt;br /&gt;not only plan,&lt;br /&gt;but also believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Anatole France&lt;/span&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-2351753107455292372?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2351753107455292372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2351753107455292372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2351753107455292372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqU0e-jMCSI/AAAAAAAAANs/RFXI1XA7QZc/s72-c/wishes.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4346967692399071827</id><published>2009-09-05T09:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:51:30.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love list'/><title type='text'>I love:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3-Day Weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the latest issue of Real Simple magazine in my mailbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making tailgating food for friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and COLLEGE FOOTBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqJxfch9EZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IDy-C1hbTdI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 73px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqJxfch9EZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IDy-C1hbTdI/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377985690082283922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4346967692399071827?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4346967692399071827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-summer-hello-college-football.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4346967692399071827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4346967692399071827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-summer-hello-college-football.html' title='I love:'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqJxfch9EZI/AAAAAAAAANc/IDy-C1hbTdI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-7452004851198769184</id><published>2009-09-04T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:02:12.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couldn&apos;t have said it better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>hello, 3 day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqHUXTqYE3I/AAAAAAAAANU/8TOAuvcLpaw/s1600-h/draft_lens2372454module13477887photo_1232157163Quoteabouthappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqHUXTqYE3I/AAAAAAAAANU/8TOAuvcLpaw/s320/draft_lens2372454module13477887photo_1232157163Quoteabouthappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377812926937174898" 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/1451581583866544806-7452004851198769184?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7452004851198769184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-3-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7452004851198769184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7452004851198769184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-3-day-weekend.html' title='hello, 3 day weekend'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SqHUXTqYE3I/AAAAAAAAANU/8TOAuvcLpaw/s72-c/draft_lens2372454module13477887photo_1232157163Quoteabouthappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-5285826994575620019</id><published>2009-08-30T19:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:06:41.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad pitt'/><title type='text'>"this whole day has been one whole laugh riot"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpsZTH9TTkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gGGO9f9H-uQ/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpsZTH9TTkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gGGO9f9H-uQ/s320/quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375918396541193794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilove-blog.co.cc/post/175184539"&gt;via.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A weekend spent with family and friends. Love it. Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came into town on Friday and took Matt and I to see Inglourious Basterds and out to dinner. LOVED the movie, even though I went in expecting to hate it. Like most Tarantino movies, it was completely different than what I expected. Brad Pitt was the best part of the movie, in my opinion. Not only is he more attractive than any man ever should be, but he's a great actor. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the evening? Getting to spend time with my dad and Matt. And Dad, I know you're going to read this, so I just want to assure you that I'm not just saying that to flatter you (even though you did give me a hard time about not mentioning you on my blog more often). I really did enjoy the evening and I hope there are many many more evenings like that to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going into school to get some work done today, I opted to get some work done at home so I could go watch Matt's nephew play flag football this afternoon. Watching 1st graders play flag football is quite possibly one of the most entertaining sporting events ever. A-dor-a-ble. And Brian ran for 60 yards to score a touchdown! I felt like a proud soccer mom screaming and cheering on the sidelines. That's my boy :) After the game, he ran up and gave us the biggest hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of family, I encourage you to visit my great uncle's &lt;a href="http://elemakuletutu.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. (And by great uncle, I mean my grandma's brother, AND he's great!) Just reading his blog makes me feel like I'm back in Hawaii. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend. Looking forward to a good week!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpshFcFOnwI/AAAAAAAAANE/MZGdtrYiLOQ/s1600-h/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpshFcFOnwI/AAAAAAAAANE/MZGdtrYiLOQ/s320/sunrise_01_406x304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375926957518003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1451581583866544806-5285826994575620019?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5285826994575620019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-whole-day-has-been-one-whole-laugh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5285826994575620019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5285826994575620019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-whole-day-has-been-one-whole-laugh.html' title='&quot;this whole day has been one whole laugh riot&quot;'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpsZTH9TTkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gGGO9f9H-uQ/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-9204244219878283302</id><published>2009-08-26T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:13:12.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty 30'/><title type='text'>teaching gives me...wrinkles? No, more like Laugh Lines :)</title><content type='html'>The other day, my fabulous fellow teacher friend &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; was &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-20.html"&gt;bragging the other day &lt;/a&gt;about her students underestimating her age. And she's gorgeous, so it makes sense. :) Well, I was thinking about that this afternoon and I decided I'd ask my kids how old they think I am. I'm always joking with them that I'm old, so my memory is bad (I forget and lose everything. sorry.), or my "old eyes" make it hard to read their sloppy writing. They get a kick out of it. Anyway, I asked them how old I was. You know the answer that was shouted the most?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpXMXEMnGcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EtWyY9W0GDk/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpXMXEMnGcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EtWyY9W0GDk/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374426426972248514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My jaw dropped. My old, wrinkled jaw. After they continued shouting out similar guesses, one student said 21. I went up and gave her a high five. ONE student out of 20 guessed below my actual age. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. 30 is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;, but when you're 23, being told you look 30 is...not so much fun. Maybe they meant to say that I look like a wise, knowledgeable, and experienced teacher. Was is a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story? After announcing that I'm 23 (a young, hip, fresh 23...right?), I got buzzed by the office to remind me to stop by this afternoon to sign my papers about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouch. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess this is a sign that I should quit making fun of Matt for turning Dirty 30 in November. Ok, baby. No more "old man" jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/98566cbf-543c-46cb-a7b1-43f5cd693859/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=98566cbf-543c-46cb-a7b1-43f5cd693859" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-9204244219878283302?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9204244219878283302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaching-gives-mewrinkles-no-more-like.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9204244219878283302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9204244219878283302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaching-gives-mewrinkles-no-more-like.html' title='teaching gives me...wrinkles? No, more like Laugh Lines :)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpXMXEMnGcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EtWyY9W0GDk/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-527692118519785836</id><published>2009-08-22T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:27:14.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want a puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>puppies and cupcakes? Yes, please.</title><content type='html'>Things that made me smile today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Perfect weather. Even if I spent most of the day inside, perfect weather = good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Doing very little. Lazy lazy Saturday. (Hey, back to school week wore me out! After entertaining 21 smiling 4th graders this past week, I needed some down time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Reading my students' writing journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Spending a Saturday night at home with Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Going to our favorite Mex place for dinner and getting a burrito the size of my face. Yay for a yummy dinner and yummy leftovers for lunch tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Coming home to see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST ADORABLE&lt;/span&gt; puppy I've ever seen! He was roaming around the yard when we pulled up to the house. I cuddled him and played with him in the yard for forever, trying to convince Matt to let me keep him. He had a collar, so I know he belongs to somebody, but he didn't have an ID tag or anything. I'll be honest, I started to cry when I realized I couldn't keep him. He looks a little like this, but black/brown (with a little tuft of white on his booty!) and his face was a little flatter...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpDCvqkN_OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHUtGHdhfuY/s1600-h/willie_maltese3.jpg_w450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpDCvqkN_OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHUtGHdhfuY/s320/willie_maltese3.jpg_w450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008479588842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailypuppy.com/puppies/willie-the-maltese_2006-08-18"&gt;via. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I put some water out for him in the garage and went inside for a bit. Some boys knocked on the front door and asked if it was our dog. I said no and he told me he was going to go around the neighborhood to try and find the owner. Part of me was happy that this nice boy was trying to find the owner, but part of me was devastated. I wanted to shout out "NO! He's MINE!" but I didn't. But if that cutie-pa-tootie puppy comes strolling up near the house again, I can't promise I'll let him go again. (sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hearing Matt admit that he liked the dog too and he wouldn't mind having one like that some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Cupcakes! Yellow cake with some chocolate/white chocolate swirled chocolate chips in the middle. Finished with chocolate fudge frosting. The best part: the Valentine cupcake papers from last February. Wish I had my camera handy, but they looked a little like these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpDCvzltUaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/j4ixHZVO22I/s1600-h/IMG_7929.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/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpDCvzltUaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/j4ixHZVO22I/s320/IMG_7929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008482011009442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cupcakes%20chocolate%20frosting/thatgirlang/Simple%20Cooking/Fathers%20Day%2008/IMG_7929.jpg"&gt;via.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-527692118519785836?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/527692118519785836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppies-and-cupcakes-yes-please.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/527692118519785836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/527692118519785836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppies-and-cupcakes-yes-please.html' title='puppies and cupcakes? Yes, please.'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SpDCvqkN_OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHUtGHdhfuY/s72-c/willie_maltese3.jpg_w450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-3270556937702459178</id><published>2009-08-16T18:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:14:38.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>blue, but the happy kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alyaphotos/3746328870/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3746328870_b95cb1eaef_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 357px; height: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to &lt;a href="http://pomegranateandpatchouli.blogspot.com/"&gt;pomegranate and patchouli&lt;/a&gt; for originally posting this lovely photo. Just what I needed today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-3270556937702459178?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3270556937702459178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-but-happy-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3270556937702459178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3270556937702459178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-but-happy-kind.html' title='blue, but the happy kind'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3746328870_b95cb1eaef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2844184763756972277</id><published>2009-08-10T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:55:28.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couldn&apos;t have said it better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotable quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>through the eyes of a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDPPnkpq4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/G_hgwAN2Fp4/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDPPnkpq4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/G_hgwAN2Fp4/s400/yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368518623053327234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-2844184763756972277?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2844184763756972277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-eyes-of-child.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2844184763756972277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2844184763756972277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='through the eyes of a child'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDPPnkpq4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/G_hgwAN2Fp4/s72-c/yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-511596357491799046</id><published>2009-08-10T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:21:14.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>brand new pencils, brand new books</title><content type='html'>I can't believe summer is almost over. I've been (frantically) working in my new classroom for the last week and I still feel like I have so much to do. I haven't been sleeping well because I continue to obsess over school. Everything from room arrangement to dealing with difficult students, my mind just refuses to settle down. Hard to fall asleep, and then once I do, I dream about teaching! Being at a new school makes me feel like I've never taught before. It's just going to take awhile before I really feel comfortable. Everyone has been SO unbelievably nice, so it's comforting to know that I'll be working with great people, but I'm still incredibly nervous. As an anxious person by nature, I'm used to this feeling, but it's exhausting. I'm ready for school to start so I can realize that everything will be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;I do honestly enjoy getting to set up my classroom. It can be overwhelming at times, but it's one of my favorite parts. I've spent the last couple of days organizing my classroom library. I realized I am completely OBSESSED with children's books. Guilty pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is down in Texas getting her classroom together and I'm sure she's beyond stressed. It's her first year teaching 5th grade. I haven't talked to her in a couple of weeks, but we send vibes back and forth on a regular basis. Sounds creepy? Slightly, but it's true. All I know is the fact that I'm sending down some good thoughts for her every day. I do believe a phone call is in order tomorrow. We can reminisce about summer trips and good times. Is it sad that I feel the need for a vacation and school hasn't even started yet?! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDF_pOF5oI/AAAAAAAAAME/YuJIbi9pROY/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDF_pOF5oI/AAAAAAAAAME/YuJIbi9pROY/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368508453013022338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/885729de-6add-49fd-82b3-4c7244d89c20/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=885729de-6add-49fd-82b3-4c7244d89c20" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-511596357491799046?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/511596357491799046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/brand-new-pencils-brand-new-books.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/511596357491799046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/511596357491799046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/brand-new-pencils-brand-new-books.html' title='brand new pencils, brand new books'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SoDF_pOF5oI/AAAAAAAAAME/YuJIbi9pROY/s72-c/IMG_1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4364112115128247439</id><published>2009-07-24T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:13:53.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic attempts'/><title type='text'>you are stellar</title><content type='html'>I slept ALL day yesterday. Today, after getting my car safety inspected and spending over an hour at the DMV getting new plates (the dmv is always horrible, but when the state computers are down, it makes the process worse...) I came home, took my medicine, and slept. ALL day. I don't know if it's the medicine or the fact that I hadn't really slept in days due to the coughing, but these last two days I have been eeexhausted. I take it as a sign that my body needed the rest. I just feel like I'm wasting my days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="zemanta-img zemanta-action-dragged" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Incubus_make_yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/ba/Incubus_make_yourself.jpg/300px-Incubus_make_yourself.jpg" alt="Make Yourself album cover" style="border: medium none ; display: block; width: 192px; height: 192px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Incubus_make_yourself.jpg"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last night MT and I went to the Incubus concert. I have loved Incubus for years and years, and every time I see them, I turn into a giddy little girl. MT got me the tickets for my bday back in May, so it was nice to have another birthday evening :) The concert was amaaazing. They played several old songs, which I loved. I started feeling pretty sick near the end, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cooped up in my apartment has given me some time to play with my paints and such. I'm still experimenting, but I finished this piece the other day and I really like it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smp3KNhhFBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MMTArRsOEB0/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smp3KNhhFBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MMTArRsOEB0/s320/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362229323650634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smp3KjSBEZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z0D6sSDOHjQ/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smp3KjSBEZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z0D6sSDOHjQ/s320/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362229329491202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/81fbd9e8-f8d2-4514-8dfc-dadaf7a99c6d/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=81fbd9e8-f8d2-4514-8dfc-dadaf7a99c6d" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4364112115128247439?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4364112115128247439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-stellar.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4364112115128247439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4364112115128247439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-stellar.html' title='you are stellar'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smp3KNhhFBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MMTArRsOEB0/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4836339889288181038</id><published>2009-07-22T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:46:22.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>cooties in my lungs</title><content type='html'>Doctor's Diagnosis: Bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was fighting a fever today. He prescribed me some antibiotic to clear up the infection, but I was hoping he would also give me some super-de-dooper strength cough medicine to stop the hacking and barking so I can get some sleep. No such luck on that, but I went to Wal-Mart and picked up some NyQuil, some herbal tea, and a trashy gossip magazine. With Matt (kindly) avoiding contact with me (smart choice, but damn I'm lonely), I'll be staying at my apartment tonight. Now I'm going to cozy up on my couch with my NyQuil and a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I have really nice friends. I just had to say that. Not bragging, but relishing in my luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4836339889288181038?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4836339889288181038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/cooties-in-my-lungs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4836339889288181038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4836339889288181038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/cooties-in-my-lungs.html' title='cooties in my lungs'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-8735339829023633275</id><published>2009-07-22T08:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:34:55.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>cough cough</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to push through it, but I've had about enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started feeling sick when I was in Vegas and I've been fighting it since. No more fever and body aches, but the coughing...oh man, the coughing. And I'm not talking about a little cough cough. This cough is painful. Deep in my chest. A sort of barking sound that could scare women, children, and small dogs.&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 2 weeks, my throat is trying to wave the white flag. I avoid going to a doctor like I avoid the plague, but I can't put it off any longer. After many sleepless nights downstairs on the couch (Matt's supportive, but he deserves his sleep...), I'm going to try and make an appointment asap.  I've got a to-do list the size of California (yeah, about that long) and with school starting up soon, I can't afford to keep feeling like doggy doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me a need a little more than just some good ol' vitamin C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smcd7Rl3zmI/AAAAAAAAALk/scCDjzyU-r0/s1600-h/orange-juice-for-web-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smcd7Rl3zmI/AAAAAAAAALk/scCDjzyU-r0/s320/orange-juice-for-web-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361286785579601506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinchmysalt.com/2007/01/12/orange-you-glad-its-friday/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-8735339829023633275?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8735339829023633275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/couch-couch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8735339829023633275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8735339829023633275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/couch-couch.html' title='cough cough'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Smcd7Rl3zmI/AAAAAAAAALk/scCDjzyU-r0/s72-c/orange-juice-for-web-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-336741990401192368</id><published>2009-07-21T19:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:34:21.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sista from anotha mista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>lovely postcards and lake adventures</title><content type='html'>My favorites from this week's &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SmZcZAmTklI/AAAAAAAAALE/bexodLrU6po/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SmZcZAmTklI/AAAAAAAAALE/bexodLrU6po/s400/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361073991158305362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SmZcZb9pLsI/AAAAAAAAALM/A8gKA9MJg-0/s1600-h/goodnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SmZcZb9pLsI/AAAAAAAAALM/A8gKA9MJg-0/s400/goodnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361073998503947970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would normally post a Postsecret entry on Sundays, but this weekend I was too busy visiting my best friend in the whole wide world (aka sista from anotha mista) Rae. And I do have to mention that I camped out in a tent. Yes, it's true! I'm quite proud of myself. I'm not super high maintainance, but I'm definitely not used to "roughing it". Apparently the first night I was kind of giddy about it and Matt made fun of me. haha Although I do have to admit that if I would have seen that killer spider on the first day rather than the last day, sleeping in a tent might not have occured. haha&lt;br /&gt;I did think it was funny to wake up Saturday morning in a tent in the middle of nowhere and think of a week prior, when I woke up in a king-sized bed on the 27th floor of the Monte Carlo in Las Vegas.  Oh what a life i lead. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-336741990401192368?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/336741990401192368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-postcards-and-lake-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/336741990401192368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/336741990401192368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-postcards-and-lake-adventures.html' title='lovely postcards and lake adventures'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SmZcZAmTklI/AAAAAAAAALE/bexodLrU6po/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4331768292648977400</id><published>2009-07-16T08:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:02:52.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>visual candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stina Perrson. I fell in love with one of her prints years ago, but I didn't know who it was by. I finally stumbled upon her website and I love eeeverything she's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNci0aMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-G4jVUhBFQ4/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater19_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNci0aMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-G4jVUhBFQ4/s320/24_stinaperssonwater19_v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359055089152846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wOI8qk6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4MkPuhOp4Cs/s1600-h/22_interflora01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wOI8qk6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4MkPuhOp4Cs/s320/22_interflora01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359055101072413602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNyi4ucI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4RicyVBnC5Q/s1600-h/22_redtree-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNyi4ucI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4RicyVBnC5Q/s320/22_redtree-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359055095058708930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNialIKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldi4esK2PcM/s1600-h/23_buttercups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNialIKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldi4esK2PcM/s320/23_buttercups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359055090728902818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also loving:&lt;br /&gt;A new blogger friend, &lt;a href="http://notesfromdionne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dionne&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://notesfromdionne.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8yky5V4cI/AAAAAAAAAK0/n4rko9dv8yw/s320/Blog-Banner3aEDIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057689313141186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been browsing &lt;a href="http://notesfromdionne.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6912802"&gt;Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;...faaabulousness :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4331768292648977400?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4331768292648977400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/visual-candy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4331768292648977400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4331768292648977400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/visual-candy.html' title='visual candy'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl8wNci0aMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-G4jVUhBFQ4/s72-c/24_stinaperssonwater19_v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-5485538925115112811</id><published>2009-07-15T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:21:26.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission: relaxation'/><title type='text'>bring me my blank canvas</title><content type='html'>Amidst my restless journey to find cheap yet tasteful ways to decorate my new space, I realize what I really want to do is bring out my inner Ms. Crafty. I love art and attempting to create it, but time and money have put a halt on projects for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my principal that I can start setting up my new classroom. I have about a month until school actually starts, so I'm excited to get some time to work on organizing and decorating my classroom (it takes more time than you think!). I do have to admit, though, that I'm sad that summer is over. Because of summer school, I've has 2 weeks or so of "summer" and it's NOT ENOUGH! I realized that I really need to get into gear if I want to complete any of my plans for summer's projects (artsy crafty fun, organizing papers and books and boxes and clothes, decorating, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back into doing collages. I've only done paper/print collages, but I want to try a more mixed media approach using paints and fabrics and such. Tomorrow I'm going to go buy some supplies with my graduation money (thanks, Mom and Dad! After working my you-know-what off, letting me tap into my hobby was the best gift ever. Fo sho.)&lt;br /&gt;Prancing around on the internet led me to &lt;a href="http://www.ihanna.nu/blog"&gt;iHanna's blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5097103"&gt;Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;. Nice inspiration. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl5_m8enIPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dpAwRqvoXDo/s1600-h/iHanna+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl5_m8enIPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dpAwRqvoXDo/s320/iHanna+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358860913663746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl5_nP_P5jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Kth6YSlCguI/s1600-h/blue+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl5_nP_P5jI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Kth6YSlCguI/s320/blue+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358860918900909618" 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/1451581583866544806-5485538925115112811?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5485538925115112811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/bring-me-my-blank-canvas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5485538925115112811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5485538925115112811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/bring-me-my-blank-canvas.html' title='bring me my blank canvas'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sl5_m8enIPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dpAwRqvoXDo/s72-c/iHanna+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-109933599163797223</id><published>2009-07-14T11:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:51:54.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>slot machines and sandy dreams...</title><content type='html'>So I survived my Masters presentation and I survived Vegas, but not without developing a nasty little cold. I guess that's what happens when you stress yourself out and don't sleep/eat well for a week (and then hop on a plane to Vegas, which we all know is the epitome of good health and wellness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am beyond grateful that I got to see our friends Bobby and Tina. They got married on a sand island (no kidding) off the coast of Australia in the middle of the Great Barrier Reef (and had 23 days of a honeymoon...fabulousness!), so they held a reception at Tina's parents house right outside of Las Vegas. Beautiful couple, beautiful wedding, beautiful reception...all an understatement, but you catch my drift.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly0zLZErFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KLbVIup2slc/s1600-h/tinabobby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly0zLZErFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KLbVIup2slc/s320/tinabobby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356447988329554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly0y-AwAQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/skNufpZWo4Y/s1600-h/tinabobby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly0y-AwAQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/skNufpZWo4Y/s320/tinabobby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356444396650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wedding they showed a video of highlights from the wedding since nobody but them attended. (I cried during their vows and Matt made fun of me.) Here's the video via YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv7kPycVQ3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv7kPycVQ3w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to take any pictures of the reception other than a blurry one of Matt giving his speech as the best man, but I did manage to take a couple of pics from the rest of the weekend. I'm so horrible about using my camera! I love love photography, but I can never get in the habit of taking pictures. One of my goals is to take more pictures. Seriously. Anyway, here are some gems from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt in front of our hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3llygnmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J2MVrNLJriM/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3llygnmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/J2MVrNLJriM/s320/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359513091055202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our view from the pool. We tried laying out in the sun, but the sun plus Vegas heat (110 degrees that day) resulted in us searching for some chairs in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3m2jL3yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yrShR8BGsrI/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3m2jL3yI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yrShR8BGsrI/s320/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359534770052898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt in front of the fountains at the Bellagio&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3mbABXTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-6biX8FEGo/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3mbABXTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-6biX8FEGo/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359527374806322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all that glamorous of a view, but from our room on the 27th floor you could see all the construction for the new CityCenter project. It's going to be amazing once it's done.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3l4T_LpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/T7jaEVODRjo/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly3l4T_LpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/T7jaEVODRjo/s320/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358359518063308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/79a2b709-8241-4c24-8c68-f785d66646c3/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=79a2b709-8241-4c24-8c68-f785d66646c3" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-109933599163797223?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/109933599163797223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-of-slot-machines-and-sand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/109933599163797223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/109933599163797223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-of-slot-machines-and-sand.html' title='slot machines and sandy dreams...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sly0zLZErFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KLbVIup2slc/s72-c/tinabobby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6139174424079841934</id><published>2009-07-10T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:22:02.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masters'/><title type='text'>Adios, Grad School. Hello, VEGAS!</title><content type='html'>Dear Kristina,&lt;br /&gt;Why have you been so absent from the blogger world?&lt;br /&gt;Love, the internets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear internets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, your services (aka connection to the internet) has been limited. In my new apartments I am relying heavily on the poor sap (aka one of my neighbors) who hasn't figured out how to secure his wireless connection. Thank you, poor sap, for letting me occasionally check my email. I promise to one day invest in my own internet, but that's going to have to wait until school starts and the incomes flows again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this afternoon, after I gave my final presentation, I officially EARNED MY MASTERS! It's been one hell of a ride, but it's over and I couldn't be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm OFF TO VEGAS for the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stories and pictures to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kristina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-6139174424079841934?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6139174424079841934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/adios-grad-school-hello-vegas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6139174424079841934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6139174424079841934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/adios-grad-school-hello-vegas.html' title='Adios, Grad School. Hello, VEGAS!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2314411513978226206</id><published>2009-06-29T22:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:22:37.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, June: "Weight Off My Chest"</title><content type='html'>I can't believe June is gone already. The theme this month has definitely been "WEIGHT OFF MY CHEST"&lt;br /&gt;             --Got a  teaching job for next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;             --Signed a contract for 4th grade...just what I wanted! (I would love to teach 2nd grade, but I'm used to 4th now, all my resources and books are for 4th, I know the curriculum, blah blah. In the future I'll venture out, but for next year, familiarity is comforting)&lt;br /&gt;     --Taught summer school (= a little extra money$)&lt;br /&gt;             --Packed up my classroom and transported half of my things to my new school&lt;br /&gt;             --Moved out of my old house and into my VERY OWN apartment!&lt;br /&gt;             --Turned in my Masters paper. It was very bittersweet to hold in my hands the pages that represented all my hard work this year (read: year from hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is one of the first days that I will have control over my time. No schedule. Do I still have a looming to-do list? Yes, but tomorrow I can pick and choose what I want to do and when. How refreshing! Complete change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about moving has been "playing house" in my new apartment. Don't get me wrong, I hate hate HATE the process of moving, but I love reorganizing and redecorating. I wish my place looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SkmDXiXMTmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/01ldS2y56XU/s1600-h/hg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SkmDXiXMTmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/01ldS2y56XU/s320/hg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352954072490856034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/dc/house-tours/house-tour-heathers-tobacco-warehouse-turned-dream-loft-durham-north-carolina-088457"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;via Apartment Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, my apartment is not even close to being this stunning, plus it's filled with boxes and bags. It's starting to come together, though. I've been organizing in bits and pieces when I get an hour or so. I can't wait to spend tomorrow getting settled...&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/1451581583866544806-2314411513978226206?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2314411513978226206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-june-weight-off-my-chest.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2314411513978226206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2314411513978226206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-june-weight-off-my-chest.html' title='Goodbye, June: &quot;Weight Off My Chest&quot;'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SkmDXiXMTmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/01ldS2y56XU/s72-c/hg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4067109009640391369</id><published>2009-06-17T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:28:55.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extreme excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><title type='text'>I still get to be a teacher next year :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I got the job.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1451581583866544806-4067109009640391369?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4067109009640391369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-get-to-be-teacher-next-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4067109009640391369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4067109009640391369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-get-to-be-teacher-next-year.html' title='I still get to be a teacher next year :)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-9213881784735994582</id><published>2009-06-15T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:05:26.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo fun'/><title type='text'>memories via randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; to do the following (and I couldn't resist!): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Open you first photo folder&lt;br /&gt;2) Now scroll down to the 10th photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Post that photo and story on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4) Tag five other blogger friends to do the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SjboOLhcjtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ooxHODs7tj8/s320/n34319083_34862498_909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347716937857928914" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't have that many picture on the computer, but I do have to say that I lucked out because my 10th photo is one of my very favorites! When I graduated from college last year, MT threw a grad party for me. My family and his family came up for a BBQ. It was actually the first time our families hung out together, and it went so well! This is a picture of me (left) and my little (not so little anymore) sister. She's taller than me, so I'm happy she's sitting on the back of the couch. haha (And can I just say how happy I am we got rid of that ugly couch!)  I love love love her to death. She's aaaa-mazing and I wish I could see her more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now it's your turn! (and I suggest everyone check out these ladies' blogs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ariannabelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arianna Belle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://thelifeandtimesofaudrey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Marie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://laura251.wordpress.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.prettysandyfeet.com/"&gt;Katelin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1451581583866544806-9213881784735994582?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9213881784735994582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-via-randomness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9213881784735994582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/9213881784735994582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories-via-randomness.html' title='memories via randomness'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SjboOLhcjtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ooxHODs7tj8/s72-c/n34319083_34862498_909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4590807414294251786</id><published>2009-06-15T18:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:12:12.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>tick, tock</title><content type='html'>The waiting game is incredibly uncomfortable. So many "what if's" and unknowns. I want to know. NOW. Employment for next year now relies on my phone ringing, and it's driving me crazy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer school is halfway over. My kiddos and I had to have a serious talk this afternoon about unacceptable behavior. Listen guys, I understand. It's summer. You want to have a good time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DO TOO! &lt;/span&gt;But we can't have a good time unless you put forth better effort and make better choices. Simple as that. We had to have the "I'm disappointed in you" talk, which resulted in lying their heads down to think about what they can do to improve their behavior for the rest of summer school. After they wrote their changes on their post-it notes, we stuck them on a board as a reminder. I'm hoping tomorrow is better...hopefully it'll be much more enjoyable for everyone involved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to pack up my classroom. It's a disheartening act in itself, tearing down all the things I did to make my classroom a "home" for my students. Putting away all the charts and reminders we made in class, the projects and the student-made decorations, the memories. Now I have to strip the room bare, putting my teacher-self into boxes, hoping that I'll soon know if I will have a classroom next year to call my own. It already doesn't feel like my room anymore. Mrs. D. is excited to move back into her classroom after a year as an out-of-classroom mentor. She's been a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; help this year, but it's absolutely gut-wrenching feeling to have to "give back" the classroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving is a very emotional task for me. I consider my things to be so valuable, strickly for the memories and feelings they may invoke. Am I a hoarder? Slightly. Definitely not a minimalist, that's for sure. I just get too sentimental with things, and it's hard to let go. Moving is a great time for me to get rid of things that I don't need, a way for me to start fresh in a new place. I move into my new apartment at the same time I am moving out of my classroom. Next week I'll be an emotional wreck. I'm excited and nervous and anxious and stressed and...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't want to wait anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4590807414294251786?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4590807414294251786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4590807414294251786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4590807414294251786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/tick-tock.html' title='tick, tock'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-8253730319060443908</id><published>2009-06-10T19:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:31:10.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boob tube'/><title type='text'>you be zack, i'll be kelly</title><content type='html'>The lovely &lt;a href="http://martawrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;m.writes&lt;/a&gt; posted about "Zack Morris" &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/76560/late-night-with-jimmy-fallon-saved-by-the-bell-reunion-update-3"&gt;on Jimmy Fallon&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it. Love it. Don't be ashamed to laugh out loud and reminisce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SjBUdN5AAKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/79c5EpmMb38/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345865618610454690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I suggest not only watching the segment, but you should check out m.writes' &lt;a href="http://martawrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's fabulous.)&lt;/span&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/1451581583866544806-8253730319060443908?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8253730319060443908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-be-zack-ill-be-kelly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8253730319060443908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8253730319060443908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-be-zack-ill-be-kelly.html' title='you be zack, i&apos;ll be kelly'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/SjBUdN5AAKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/79c5EpmMb38/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2666750892688347697</id><published>2009-06-10T05:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:57:12.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handbags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail lust'/><title type='text'>morning retail lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I check my email every morning before I get ready for work (hello, 5AM), and I always let myself get distracted by &lt;a href="http://www.dailycandy.com/everywhere/"&gt;Daily Candy&lt;/a&gt; emails. Love love them, but I probably shouldn't be retail lusting in the wee hours of the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn you, Daily Candy for making me late this morning! But I can't help it. I want these from &lt;a href="https://www.nellehandbags.com/"&gt;Nelle Handbags &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And how cute is their display! Love the bird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Si-Q-vIkFoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3vh8QF-RYRQ/s200/small_tuxedocherub_aqua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345650690190743170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Si-QLxH1ivI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MfIEDswZepE/s200/small_xlbebaubled_canary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345649814551235314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple or teal?? Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Si-Q-mClvkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/E31zLcTj69w/s200/small_petersham_plum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345650687749766722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Si-Pnq1LX0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ljCu40oZ4Yw/s200/small_petersham_teal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345649194387070786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-2666750892688347697?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2666750892688347697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-retail-lust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2666750892688347697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2666750892688347697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-retail-lust.html' title='morning retail lust'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Si-Q-vIkFoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3vh8QF-RYRQ/s72-c/small_tuxedocherub_aqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4356400917116101160</id><published>2009-06-09T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:09:56.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>the waiting game</title><content type='html'>Had my interview this afternoon. I will say that I feel it went well. Very well. I refuse to get my hopes up (because that's happened, and it doesn't feel good. Devastating, to be quite honest), but I can't help but try to view things in an optimistic light. After talking to the teachers and getting to know more about the school, I can't help but want the job even more. &lt;div&gt;I'll get a call early next week with their decision. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My heart can't handle waiting a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4356400917116101160?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4356400917116101160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4356400917116101160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4356400917116101160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-game.html' title='the waiting game'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1153605453660763588</id><published>2009-06-07T20:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:06:31.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage sale'/><title type='text'>going to garage sales are much more fun than having one...</title><content type='html'>My garage sale this weekend = &lt;div&gt;--days and hours of preparation (including finding the dead mouse in the back of my closet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--stressing and minor breakdowns due to my hoarding habit and my emotional connections to my things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--bruises on various parts of my body after attempting to move furniture and a TV weighing 8 times more than I do (minor exaggeration) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--questionable characters wondering in and out of my garage (p.s. I could be mistaken, but I thought you couldn't leave the house if you have an monitoring device strapped on your ankle. Just wondering.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--falling asleep on the couch I'm trying to sell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Matt trying to teach me a thing or two about being a salesman (sales-lady?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--sitting in the garage from 7-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--making a grand total of (drum roll....) $265. $215 was from the TV. That means Matt and I only made $50 off our crap. wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself to be a pretty optimistic person, but I was a total Debbie Downer after the sale. I was just so excited to make some money AND get rid of some of my stuff before I move. I guess I can look at the bright side: We did make $265, which will help put a dent in the money we need for our Vegas weekend in July. AND we'll be donating a lot of the unsold items to charity. We're still planning on pawning some electronics, and my mom is going to have a garage sale at my parents house, so hopefully she can sell some of my stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, I can't complain too much. Things will work out. Everything will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-1153605453660763588?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1153605453660763588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-garage-sales-are-much-more-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1153605453660763588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1153605453660763588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-garage-sales-are-much-more-fun.html' title='going to garage sales are much more fun than having one...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2472670802120129960</id><published>2009-06-03T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:25:11.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>"do we really have to do math today??"</title><content type='html'>Oh, summer school. Only 3 days in and I'm already running out of ideas. The kids don't think they have to do any work, with is super frustrating. The room erupts in moans and groans when you ask them to read. Fortunately, I think I've done pretty well coming up with curriculum-based lessons cleverly disguised as a fun game or activity. (Isn't that the name of the game anyway?) Unfortunately, if they start to hate it, most of them don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be there. If they stop showing up, we lose funding because of attendance rates. If we lose funding, my position is cut for the rest of the summer. UGH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of employment, SUPER nervous about my interview next week. (Thanks for your well wishes, &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt;!) Fortunately, I've been so busy this week, I haven't had as much time to stress out about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MT and I are having a garage sale this weekend (last minute decision), so I've been sorting through my c-r-a-p and deciding which things I can (and should) live without. I'm definitely a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hoarder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, saving anything and everything if I even have a glimmer of hope that I may ever need it. My new place is literally HALF the size of my current place, so I'm really trying to cut back. Plus, I still have bags and boxes of things from my move last year. Obviously, if I've gone an entire year without even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peeking&lt;/span&gt; into the bags and boxes, I don't need it. Adios, c-r-a-p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-2472670802120129960?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2472670802120129960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-really-have-to-do-math-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2472670802120129960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2472670802120129960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-really-have-to-do-math-today.html' title='&quot;do we really have to do math today??&quot;'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2309777761567787041</id><published>2009-06-01T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:33:52.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss for words'/><title type='text'>too thankful for words</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-2309777761567787041?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2309777761567787041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-thankful-for-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2309777761567787041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2309777761567787041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-thankful-for-words.html' title='too thankful for words'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1227386205434154592</id><published>2009-05-29T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:55:39.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail lust'/><title type='text'>captured in a photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_otzBVgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N27BUbIFr8U/s1600-h/353_25452_D5000_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_otzBVgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N27BUbIFr8U/s200/353_25452_D5000_front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341243556572267218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My desire to get back into photography has resulted in my lust for a better camera. &lt;div&gt;I want &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Find-Your-Nikon/Product/Digital-SLR/25452/D5000.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puu-leease?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-1227386205434154592?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1227386205434154592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/captured-in-photo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1227386205434154592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1227386205434154592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/captured-in-photo.html' title='captured in a photo'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_otzBVgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N27BUbIFr8U/s72-c/353_25452_D5000_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-7311626606232852074</id><published>2009-05-29T08:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:35:23.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>olly optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_jCBaP1qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-7hOdKuBJ44/s1600-h/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_jCBaP1qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-7hOdKuBJ44/s320/believe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341237306962466466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, originally posted in 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-7311626606232852074?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7311626606232852074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/olly-optimism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7311626606232852074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7311626606232852074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/olly-optimism.html' title='olly optimism'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh_jCBaP1qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-7hOdKuBJ44/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4267598369312251654</id><published>2009-05-28T09:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:52:16.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great grandma'/><title type='text'>dig my toes into the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kecycWZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-YyGaRXnbcE/s1600-h/n15900141_9043604_3154.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Got a call from Smalltown Elementary about setting up an interview. SO nervous. I want this job so bad...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely random, but I've been craving another trip to Hawaii. I haven't been in a couple of years. I know that if I go, it won't quite be the same. After my great-grandmother passed away, they sold her house. So much of my Hawaii memories include my great-grandmother and that house, and I'm devastated to know how different things will be. I miss her. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking through some of the photos I took from one of my trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kecycWZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-YyGaRXnbcE/s320/n15900141_9043604_3154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887051138783634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;My great grandma's garage was FILLED with these bottles that she had collected off the beaches for years and years. They are all displayed in this garage with opaque walls. It is probably the most stunning thing ive ever seen. I was seriously obsessed with these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6keD9Yk8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/u5L8_Nf65o8/s1600-h/n15900141_9043595_2794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6keD9Yk8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/u5L8_Nf65o8/s320/n15900141_9043595_2794.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887044473787330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6keFAL3jI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_o_T7E5XtLc/s1600-h/n15900141_9043267_7170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6keFAL3jI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_o_T7E5XtLc/s320/n15900141_9043267_7170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887044753972786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kd5BhWAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3Hyp210bJt4/s1600-h/n15900141_9043617_4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kd5BhWAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3Hyp210bJt4/s320/n15900141_9043617_4131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887041538349058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kdrNpIaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZFnlqTQDQ1U/s1600-h/n15900141_9043224_4588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kdrNpIaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZFnlqTQDQ1U/s320/n15900141_9043224_4588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887037831094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kL1nH-tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1cj2BQ0A0jo/s1600-h/n15900141_9043568_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kL1nH-tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1cj2BQ0A0jo/s320/n15900141_9043568_1248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886731384683218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLvlk1AI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4oSiQgIwEnA/s1600-h/n15900141_9043488_7070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLvlk1AI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4oSiQgIwEnA/s320/n15900141_9043488_7070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886729767572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLVtwjnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HDH8xnZ0vN4/s1600-h/n15900141_9043429_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLVtwjnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HDH8xnZ0vN4/s320/n15900141_9043429_4016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886722822573682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLa9XG3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mEI-zjg3XGg/s1600-h/n15900141_9043344_174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLa9XG3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/mEI-zjg3XGg/s320/n15900141_9043344_174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886724230191986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLHkh78I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OiBH8knsrU0/s1600-h/n15900141_9043201_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kLHkh78I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OiBH8knsrU0/s320/n15900141_9043201_3130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886719025770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1451581583866544806-4267598369312251654?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4267598369312251654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/dig-my-toes-into-sand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4267598369312251654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4267598369312251654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/dig-my-toes-into-sand.html' title='dig my toes into the sand'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh6kecycWZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-YyGaRXnbcE/s72-c/n15900141_9043604_3154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-7224116440988514396</id><published>2009-05-27T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:08:55.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sephora'/><title type='text'>sending it off... (soon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been bitten by the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Procrastination Bug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to finish up the final pieces of my paper so I can mail it off to my editor with a kiss and a dozen stamps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh1TP41lDBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TH7l9Egm-rs/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340516265551531026" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the process of avoiding my work this morning, I used my Starbucks gift card to treat myself to a light mocha frap. Yummm.&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;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;I was also (easily) distracted by some luring emails in my inbox. &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt; knows I have a weakness, and they always seem to send me a tempting email when I am truly crazing a make-up shopping spree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt; also knows of my lust for decorating and beautiful spaces, so I couldn't resist checking out their latest &lt;a href="http://contests.apartmenttherapy.com/2008/small-cool/"&gt;Small Cool 2008 contest&lt;/a&gt; winners. Such great ideas! I LOVE &lt;a href="http://gallery.apartmenttherapy.com/photo/041508EastSCCHilary/TonyHilary1LivingRoomLoft"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; space. They used every inch of this apartment so well, yet it doesn't seem like everything has been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crammed&lt;/span&gt; into the space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh1XZXZvkyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X6uJ_IME92U/s320/TonyHilary1LivingRoomLoft_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520826421613346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-7224116440988514396?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7224116440988514396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/sending-it-off-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7224116440988514396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7224116440988514396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/sending-it-off-soon.html' title='sending it off... (soon)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Sh1TP41lDBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TH7l9Egm-rs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6569065240541693033</id><published>2009-05-23T20:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:33:16.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment therapy'/><title type='text'>perfect shade of fuschia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shikf35EqXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UkIZdDRJCPw/s1600-h/florencerug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shikf35EqXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UkIZdDRJCPw/s320/florencerug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339198225733953906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/chicago/icff/florence-broadhurst-rugs-icff-2009-084677"&gt;This Florence Broadhurst rug&lt;/a&gt; makes me wish several things.&lt;div&gt;1. I wish it was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wish I lived in my new apartment already so I could completely redecorate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I wish I could afford the run and the total cost of redecorating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. More importantly, I wish it was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt;, for continuing to inspire me to lust over a lifestyle I cannot afford to live right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-6569065240541693033?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6569065240541693033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-shade-of-fushia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6569065240541693033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6569065240541693033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-shade-of-fushia.html' title='perfect shade of fuschia'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shikf35EqXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UkIZdDRJCPw/s72-c/florencerug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6803471019063955863</id><published>2009-05-23T19:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:14:21.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>literary adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should have been working on my Comps paper (read: 50 page paper to prove that I've done the work and suffered enough this year to earn my Masters), but instead I chose to take a trip this afternoon to the public library. (read: procrastination) I needed to return some books I had checked out far too long ago. I'm notorious for keeping library books longer than I should. Fortunately, my public library doesn't charge for such tardiness. They just send you emails reminding you that they are too nice to charge a late fee, but they would really appreciate their books back. I've been itching to check out some new books, so I compiled my little list of authors I've been curious about and headed out for the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I. Love. My. Public. Library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing inside. It is so inviting and welcoming, nothing like the smelly, dusty library on the campus of State University. I tried to convince my boyfriend that he would actually enjoy stepping into our library. MT is definitely not a reader. I say that lightly, but he really does not enjoy reading. I'm talking "Hey babe, read these directions to me" as he hands me the Hamburger Helper box. But I honestly think his aversion to reading comes from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Forced reading in high school/college, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Smelly, dusty, old libraries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my elementary classroom, I really try to push on my students the idea of reading for enjoyment. Yes, there are things you will be required to read, but I feel it is SO important to mix in reading for pleasure...or else you completely lose sight of such a concept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence my trip to the library today. Screw my research. I needed a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the books I scored:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShiY3J-4MYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9JTaT4FYvgU/s200/lucky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339185431587598722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt; by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt; and I've been wanting to read more from Sebold. Tough subject (her experience as a victim of rape), but I really enjoyed her writing style and the psychological insight she presented with her characters in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely Bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shid5k_wwfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SnPGM2oac_A/s200/magical+thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339190970756940274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magical Thinking &lt;/span&gt;by Augusten Burroughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went in looking for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/span&gt;, but all copies were checked out. There were several Burroughs books available, but I chose this one after reading the first couple of sentence on the inside flap. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...true stories that give voice to the thoughts we all have but dare not to mention." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Umm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShiY3pgmGPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lvz0t_Ly5X4/s200/not+tonight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339185440050518258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Tonight, Honey (Wait 'Til I'm a Size 6) &lt;/span&gt;by Susan Reinhardt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chosen merely for the title and the author's sense of humor. I can totally relate (about the body issues, but not necessarily the lack of desire to have sex. Fortunately, that has yet to diminish, thankyouverymuch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShiY36PSr4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OnYHv1v6b3w/s200/naked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339185444541345666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naked &lt;/span&gt;by David Sedaris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picked this one up because I've heard of his humor. When I went to check out my books, the uber-nice librarian guy started talking to me about my book choices and suggested some others I might like. He then asked if I had read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Talk Pretty Someday &lt;/span&gt;by Sedaris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShiY3t4BgmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QZIZ1TAI1PI/s200/metalkpretty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339185441222525538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him I had looked for it, but all copies were checked out. "Actually, I think I have a copy in the back that someone just checked back in today," he said as he snuck off to the back. He returned with the book and I thanked him probably more times than necessary. I really appreciated him finding that book for me, but more importantly, I just really enjoyed his friendliness. I LOVE running into people like that. To the awesome librarian who helped me today: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Thank you for doing your job like it's not a job.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-6803471019063955863?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6803471019063955863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/literary-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6803471019063955863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6803471019063955863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/literary-adventures.html' title='literary adventures'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShiY3J-4MYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9JTaT4FYvgU/s72-c/lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-7334233392271322210</id><published>2009-05-22T18:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:50:28.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>LOVED this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPTMyaySoc0"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres Commencement Speech at Tulane University (2009-05-16)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; white-space: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-7334233392271322210?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7334233392271322210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/loved-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7334233392271322210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/7334233392271322210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/loved-this.html' title='LOVED this!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2539324364936553316</id><published>2009-05-22T07:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:26:44.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion wishes'/><title type='text'>pretty pretty</title><content type='html'>Tis "Wedding Season"&lt;div&gt;I'm embracing it this year (rather than being slightly bitter. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking around for some dresses to wear to the upcoming weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved these from &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this dress in both colors...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShakbptpbwI/AAAAAAAAADg/e3fDcvS6ex8/s320/930032_bla_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338635203255037698" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShakCji-iFI/AAAAAAAAADY/Isl9xFUz17A/s320/052109_sale_landing_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338634772102940754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this dress is gorgeous. Front and back view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShamiWOrQeI/AAAAAAAAADw/YvEh3HlrR5w/s320/dress+front.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637517307199970" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shaj3tdUnUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JNUAt96PZD0/s320/dress+back.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338634585785015618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I definitely have to get my butt in gear and start running more if I want to be able to rock those dresses. Maybe next summer? It's a nice goal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-2539324364936553316?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2539324364936553316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-pretty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2539324364936553316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2539324364936553316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-pretty.html' title='pretty pretty'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShakbptpbwI/AAAAAAAAADg/e3fDcvS6ex8/s72-c/930032_bla_b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2739283394904774398</id><published>2009-05-21T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:06:48.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caring'/><title type='text'>stop and smell the roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shchc5FzwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8tnSURlXA0A/s1600-h/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shchc5FzwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8tnSURlXA0A/s320/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338772663516250802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(photo via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brownpaperdesign.com/iWeb/brownpaperdesign/welcome.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brown Paper Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Emma Goldman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flowers DS got me are still looking stunning on the kitchen table. She really did go above and beyond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the size of the arrangement, the types of flowers, or how it smells like heaven. The best part of it all is the fact that it came from DS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;because she cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It couldn't have come at a better time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got some amazing people in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-2739283394904774398?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2739283394904774398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-smell-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2739283394904774398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2739283394904774398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='stop and smell the roses'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/Shchc5FzwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8tnSURlXA0A/s72-c/IMG_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-3831533361071589725</id><published>2009-05-21T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:28:40.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>lost on a gravel road</title><content type='html'>Technically, today's the first day of summer break, but today was not even close to being break-worthy. &lt;div&gt;Drove to Small Town to drop off my application (aka beg for a job) at  Small Town Primary School. After getting incredibly lost in the area surrounding Small Town (thanks a lot, MapQuest. You suck.), I finally found the school. After some waiting, I finally got to talk to the principal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Position was just filled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"But Small Town Intermediate School is needing a 4th grade teacher." PERFECT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a slightly awkward meeting with the Intermediate School principal, I drove home hoping for the best. Should hear something (or nothing at all) by the end of the month. I really really REALLY want this spot. I'm crossing my fingers so hard they're in pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heading out to one of my fav Mexican restaurants (yay! no spell-check needed for restaurant.) with some of my fav teacher friends. Patio, perhaps? Perfect. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-3831533361071589725?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3831533361071589725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-on-gravel-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3831533361071589725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/3831533361071589725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-on-gravel-road.html' title='lost on a gravel road'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-5503045261889600715</id><published>2009-05-20T05:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:46:18.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>I can't wait for this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShPdACpZDzI/AAAAAAAAACw/G_wg3H-N56k/s1600-h/spring460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShPdACpZDzI/AAAAAAAAACw/G_wg3H-N56k/s320/spring460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337852976144387890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next week, this WILL happen at least once. I plan on catching up on a ton of reading during my break. I had made a list of the books I want to read, but I can't seem to find that list a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Very typical of me, by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this means I get to work on a new list, which is nearly as much fun as the reading itself. Suggestions are welcome. I'll be combing the internet in the next couple of days to build up a good list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work day today, which means no students, but a day full of end-of-the-year paperwork and cleaning. I'm teaching summer school starting June 1 in the same classroom, so I don't have to clear all my things out right away. This is a very good thing, considering the amount of junk I have in there and the little time I've had lately to pack it all up. Leaving is...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a heads up on a 1st grade opening in a nearby town. I plan on dropping off my application and resume on Thursday. I'm also meeting with the principal. SCARY!  I'm optimistic (because that's just how I roll), but I've learned to not get my hopes up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-5503045261889600715?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5503045261889600715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-for-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5503045261889600715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/5503045261889600715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-for-this.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for this...'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShPdACpZDzI/AAAAAAAAACw/G_wg3H-N56k/s72-c/spring460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-1933510031258875033</id><published>2009-05-19T05:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:54:10.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Thanks, baby :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShKKVWlU8XI/AAAAAAAAACA/gmIhkQSf3Vw/s1600-h/matt+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShKKVWlU8XI/AAAAAAAAACA/gmIhkQSf3Vw/s320/matt+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337480607831486834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a rough year, and I honestly owe my sanity to this man. &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/1451581583866544806-1933510031258875033?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1933510031258875033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-rough-year-and-i-honestly-owe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1933510031258875033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/1933510031258875033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-rough-year-and-i-honestly-owe.html' title='Thanks, baby :)'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShKKVWlU8XI/AAAAAAAAACA/gmIhkQSf3Vw/s72-c/matt+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-6833402946516331079</id><published>2009-05-18T19:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:24:18.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>blowing in the wind</title><content type='html'>Beautiful afternoon. Definitely necessary.&lt;div&gt;Emotional day for me. Tomorrow is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;last day of school&lt;/span&gt;. Broke the news to my students that I won't be returning next year. I wanted to tell them the whole story that led up to me being unemployed next school year. I wanted to cry and hug them and tell them I'll always be there for them, no matter where I'm teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't. Short and sweet. Believe it or not, they have an incredible knack for understanding when I don't want to answer any more questions because something's upsetting me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home and just sat in the driveway. Rolled up my jeans and soaked up the sun. MT was mowing the lawn, and I just couldn't imagine being inside. In a completely not creepy way, I noticed our neighbors playing outside with their little boy. How much fun it is, watching a baby learn how to toddle around on their wobbly little legs. I remember that I had a couple of bottles of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bubbles&lt;/span&gt; in the house that MT's mom gave me. Knowing I could spare a bottle, I decided to take one over to the neighbors. The man graciously accepted as we introduced ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShIBCO_mrWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KPu2i5XSvAQ/s200/blowing-bubbles-by-matt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329646283697506" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt nice...getting to know the neighbors, spreading the wealth (via bubbles, that is). I didn't get to hear the little boy giggle over the bubbles, but I can imagine it. And that's enough to redeem my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-6833402946516331079?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6833402946516331079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blowing-in-wind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6833402946516331079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/6833402946516331079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/blowing-in-wind.html' title='blowing in the wind'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShIBCO_mrWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KPu2i5XSvAQ/s72-c/blowing-bubbles-by-matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-2207837576070185720</id><published>2009-05-18T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:29:27.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>preparing for the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShE3KzRJUyI/AAAAAAAAABo/dksVVMDLezM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShE3KzRJUyI/AAAAAAAAABo/dksVVMDLezM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337107692111090466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of days are going to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;. I've been teaching at SmallTown Elementary for 2 years now, one year as a student teacher and one year as a regular classroom teacher. I've gotten very close to everyone...the community, my coworkers, my set of 16 students, and all of the other students for that matter (seriously, what am I going to do without the "drive-by" hugs?). This place has been such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; part of my life for the past 2 years. It's hard to imagine what it will be like to NOT walk into that building every day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to tell my current students that I'll not be there next year. I've hinted at it a couple of times to some of my students, but i haven't made the announcement yet. Why? I'm scared. Scared that I'll cry. Scared that they'll cry. Scared because I wanted to be able to tell them where I'll be teaching yet. Unfortunately, I have no clue. I wanted to be able to tell them that I'm only a letter/email away...that they can always find me at my new school...blah blah blah. As of right now, I don't even know if I can find another job. How do you explain that to kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1451581583866544806-2207837576070185720?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2207837576070185720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-couple-of-days-are-going-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2207837576070185720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/2207837576070185720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-couple-of-days-are-going-to-be.html' title='preparing for the end'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShE3KzRJUyI/AAAAAAAAABo/dksVVMDLezM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4027996879214486471</id><published>2009-05-17T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:54:51.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>almost done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HALF&lt;/span&gt; more days of school, plus a teacher work day and I officially completed (and survived) my first year of teaching. No undergraduate classes or student teaching experience can fully prepare someone like your first year of teaching. I don't know who's looking forward to summer more...my students or myself.&lt;div&gt;Then a week and a half until I get to see my smiling 4th graders again for summer school. Do I wish there was more of a break before summer school starts up? You bet, but honestly, if the break was much longer, I don't know if I'd want to go back. It's been a long year. It's been...too much. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Much too much.&lt;/span&gt; I won't even be done with my Masters program until my presentation in July. Also coming up? Moving into a new place, trying to find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a job, attempting to bring back everything I gave up during this hectic year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I look forward to doing this summer once school (teaching and Masters) is DONE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--working out and feeling better about my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--reading books for leisure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--organizing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--getting back into photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--dinners with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--allowing myself to have a drink with dinner because I don't have to worry about staying up and grading papers and/or writing papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--grilling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--decorating my new apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--watching mindless tv, including Oprah and marathons on Bravo (even if I've already seen every episode twice already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--spending more time with MT (my boyfriend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCqM6AHuxI/AAAAAAAAABg/mLhtRk8X6zk/s320/n15900141_40857278_9621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336952697138952978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1451581583866544806-4027996879214486471?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4027996879214486471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-and-half-more-days-of-school-plus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4027996879214486471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4027996879214486471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-and-half-more-days-of-school-plus.html' title='almost done!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCqM6AHuxI/AAAAAAAAABg/mLhtRk8X6zk/s72-c/n15900141_40857278_9621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-8952154495399800399</id><published>2009-05-17T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:13:40.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>secrets via snailmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCTNTsdi_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AYsy6pJvWvo/s1600-h/blog_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCTNTsdi_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AYsy6pJvWvo/s200/blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336927415268379634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday, I start my morning off by stopping by one of my favorite websites. &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; is an amazing project started by one man and a handful of blank postcards. He left the postcards in various places with one simple request: Send me your secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via Wikipedia: "The simple concept of the project was that completely anonymous people decorate a postcard and portray a secret that they had never previously revealed. No restrictions are made on the content of the secret; only that it must be completely truthful and must never have been spoken before. Entries range from admissions of sexual misconduct and criminal activity to confessions of secret desires, embarrassing habits, hopes and dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCY4B5pHkI/AAAAAAAAABA/CXLxo9itUjM/s1600-h/note1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCY4B5pHkI/AAAAAAAAABA/CXLxo9itUjM/s400/note1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336933646784339522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've followed PostSecret since the beginning, and I can honestly say that each Sunday, the experience evokes new emotions in me.  The honesty and heart that are put into those 4x6 postcards has brought me to tears and made me laugh out loud, all on the same page. I don't mean to sound like an advertisement, but the project is so...real. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; has secrets, big or small. Funny or depressing. But they are all a piece of someone's heart, a piece of their mind. A slice of someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCYT_1iGsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LWBm9Hr7i4w/s1600-h/ringless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCYT_1iGsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LWBm9Hr7i4w/s400/ringless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336933027754941122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every week, I can find one that I can relate to. It's comforting to be able to read a secret and feel like you're not alone. The best thing, in my opinion, is that these secrets are coming from complete strangers (or people you see every day) and it makes you feel connected.  I guess that's why I started blogging. I wanted to feel connected. I wanted to share with others the things I love, the things I fear, the things on my mind. The feeling of association and being able to relate to others...it's a powerful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-8952154495399800399?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8952154495399800399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/secrets-via-snailmail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8952154495399800399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/8952154495399800399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/secrets-via-snailmail.html' title='secrets via snailmail'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVMjV0TCasg/ShCTNTsdi_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AYsy6pJvWvo/s72-c/blog_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451581583866544806.post-4719196885293903691</id><published>2009-05-17T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:58:10.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>write it down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a million little scribblings written on post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;Things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines and due dates.&lt;br /&gt;Directions and instructions.&lt;br /&gt;But my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; notes are the ones written because I needed to get it out of my head and off of my chest. The quotes, notes, and ideas I just couldn't imagine leaving behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1451581583866544806-4719196885293903691?l=lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4719196885293903691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/write-it-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4719196885293903691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1451581583866544806/posts/default/4719196885293903691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettinginthesunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/write-it-down.html' title='write it down!'/><author><name>Kristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830451704316158230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWKnMMan8_k/Tit9brNjycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FaYlHXcYnZg/s220/dinner.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
