<?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-6671518893973939157</id><updated>2011-12-07T08:16:23.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Chickens and a Rooster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-7576668891611712412</id><published>2011-10-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:44:24.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74vqOyXfUwQ/To2toj-w7PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hy2gQIao7rk/s1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660371219039448306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74vqOyXfUwQ/To2toj-w7PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hy2gQIao7rk/s200/pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year Wichita East High School got a new pool. We have been without a pool since 2003 when the original pool (from 1924) was removed to make additions to our building. The pool is FINALLY open and thanks to Maggie P. one of our PE teachers it is open on Tuesday's and Thursday's at 5:30!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now that Luke's job is in town and just down the street from me he is able to take Amelia to school on days when I need to be at work early. So when Maggie said she was opening the pool to staff I was stoked. Two years ago I did a morning bootcamp with Maggie and I LOVED it! At first I wasn't too sure about getting up so early, but I would rather be up early and get it done that have to go after school. More often than not I don't really feel like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;ing out after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;So this morning came early as the alarm went off at 4:45... but I was up and at 'em! I pumped, brushed my teeth and headed out the door. It was AWESOME. The facility is absoloutly beautiful! It was so neat to see the water so still. The water was pretty cold but once you got in it was great. All in all I swam about a mile, showered at work, grabbed a coffee at QT and headed to my room. Maggie played music while we were swimming, it was great! I feel great! And I am looking forward to next Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am meeting Abi for dinner at On the Border, but I am going to go weight in at WW before hand. I haven't weighed in a few weeks because of tennis and I won't be able to weigh in on Saturday because we are leaving for the regional tennis tourney in Topeka at 6am... So I will drop in to take care of that. I am feeling really good that I am down to my pre pregnancy weight... now I just want to get back to my before my mom got cancer weight. I don't have too far to go for that and I have consistently lost! WOOHOO yay for being a nursing mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was talking to Luke last night. His boss told him that he beat out 56 candidates for the job during the interview process. Two of them had 20 years or more of experience and 6 were PhD candidates. Talk about STUD! So proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book I am currently reading: Humility: True Greatness by C.J. Mahaney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-7576668891611712412?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7576668891611712412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=7576668891611712412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/7576668891611712412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/7576668891611712412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning-at-pool.html' title='Morning at the pool'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74vqOyXfUwQ/To2toj-w7PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hy2gQIao7rk/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-3742767688810387340</id><published>2011-10-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:12:41.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>I am now making it my goal to post at least weekly about my life...&lt;br /&gt;On my mind today:&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with my mother inlaw&lt;br /&gt;My new chicks at home in the garage&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my sweet baby girl Amelia&lt;br /&gt;My oober annoying student teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tackle the first issue. Luke and I decided after a series of events that we were going to seriously limit our time with his family. After Amelia was born we saw them a few times then didn't go to the family Easter dinner. Not too long after that, we were going out of town and had asked Luke's aunt to watch Amelia. We decided that we should fill his mom in because the odds of her finding out anyway were high... He started the conversation off by asking her to go to family counseling so we could work out our issues (this didn't go over well) then he dropped the bomb about Aunt Cindy watching Amelia... this was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really since then we have only seen them a few times and to be quite honest it has been a relief for both Luke and I. She has tried to contact me a few times on facebook and I haven't really responded... the way I see it, if she wants to talk to me, she should call. Last weekend was a birthday party for Peirce (Luke's cousins little boy.) We knew ahead of time that the fam would be there and weren't too worried about it. We were a little late getting there, due to it being across town and church going late. When we arrived Luke's older sister Laura was at the top of the stairs. She didn't even greet us... AWKWARD! So, when she didn't speak, neither did I. When I got to the top of the stairs I looked for the easiest out... LORI! She was standing in the middle of the room and immediatly wanted to give Amelia attention. So, that's what I did. I didn't make the effort to talk to Luke's dad (don't really have much to say) and the conversations with the rest of his family was VERY surface level! We left at the end of the party and that was that... or so I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I had a fb message from my MIL she said that she would like to babysit Amelia this upcoming Saturday and take her to our nephew's bday party. I had already informed my SIL that we wouldn't be able to make the party because I will be in Topeka for Regional Tennis. I asked her if we could celebrate his bday the following weekend. I honestly don't really even feel comfortable with them watching her. We don't have a good relationship AT ALL! I don't think they would hurt her, but they don't even respect us or our boundaries. I just don't get the "have fun with grandma" feeling. It is like a "I feel sick to my stomach even thinking about it" feeling ya know? Anyway I was trying to think of a way to tell her how I feel and decided to call her... BAD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote out exactly what I wanted to say and ran it by Aunt Cindy and my mom. They both thought it was well written and nice. So I called her. I read it... then she fired on me. Of course she is still not willing to go to counseling (she says counseling is for people who want to change, not people who want other people to change) my thoughts are... I am willing to work at this... are you? She told me that I don't respect her, she's right! I told her that I respect the position she has in the family, but that respect is earned. She got mad that I now call her Debbie instead of Mom... How dumb! She isn't my mom, never has been! When we used to have a good relationship I called her that, but when she started talking about me and my family behind our backs and wasn't willing to stop because "she needed to vent" that went out the window. I asked her to go and meet with their church pastor, she said no, I asked her to meet with the former women's minister and her friend and she said no. She said she didn't want to air our dirty laundry. I wanted to SCREAM AT HER!!! I just can't imagine someone being UNWILLING to work to mend a relationship. After about 2 hours and no progress I gave up. I asked her if she would like to meet for coffee. She commented that she wasn't sure if she would want to after the conversation that we had just had. I left if at, well, if you would like to continue to work on our relationship give me a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so frustrating. She wants to forgive and forget, but they don't really ever forget... stuff from YEARS ago. Our everymove is scrutinized, picked apart and later discussed... It breaks my heart that this is where we are at! I would like for nothing more than to have a positive relationship with them. I feel so bad for Luke, but he is far less willing to see it there way. I am bummed for him. I guess at what point do we give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I got two new chicks last night from a friend. I didn't get them till late last night and they came in a bankers box... I cracked the lid and put the heat lamp over them... this morning THEY WERE GONE! I found them huddled in a corner of the garage. LOL! They are now in the cat crate! Here's to hoping I didn't just take in two roosters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-3742767688810387340?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3742767688810387340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=3742767688810387340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/3742767688810387340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/3742767688810387340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-6545575675620872511</id><published>2009-11-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:50:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Ace</title><content type='html'>Wow! Sometimes time goes by so quickly... I haven't blogged in what seems like ages! Well this week at school is United Way week. There have been all sorts of fun activities all week, like change wars, and powder puff but tomorrow it all comes to an end... and with a grande finale I might add. Tomorrow is Mr Ace. 10 strapping young boys will dress up like drag queens for a beauty contest and Mr Carroll will hopefully be the winner of the kareoke contest and sing Man I feel like a woman :) I will let you know how it goes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-6545575675620872511?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6545575675620872511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=6545575675620872511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/6545575675620872511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/6545575675620872511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/11/mr-ace.html' title='Mr Ace'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-2491877236285036852</id><published>2009-07-03T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:55:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's time to blog again :) and my ways to combat heat stress</title><content type='html'>Ok so a lot has gone on lately... as summer is in full swing lately and the temperatures are on the rise I thought I would fill my fellow chicken lovers in on how I combat heat stress in my flock... WATERMELON... as well as a great treat chilled watermelon helps cool down the core temp of the birds and provides them with extra water. I also put frozen two liter and milk containers in the run as well as in the coop. It doesn't do much for the air temp unless in the coop, but my girls gather round and huddle up to the bottles to cool off. Along with these things I make sure to change out the water a few times a day and feed them early... they tend to eat less the hotter they get... Hope this helps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-2491877236285036852?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2491877236285036852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=2491877236285036852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2491877236285036852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2491877236285036852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-its-time-to-blog-again.html' title='So it&apos;s time to blog again :) and my ways to combat heat stress'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-7800066549925678365</id><published>2009-03-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:14:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a slightly depressing post! Sorry :) I needed to get some of this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/ScG6JgsjwHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_i1e_MWbqyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/ScG6JgsjwHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_i1e_MWbqyQ/s200/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314733707832311922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a different day... a day filled with sadness, joy, concentration, and deep thought. I started the day off trying to figure out what I was going to wear to a friends funeral. A dear college friend Stephanie McCart was killed in a car accident near Huntsville, TX on Saturday. She was 22 years old and will be dearly missed! Her mother read her eulogy which took strength I don't think I possess. We laughed and cried within the same minute. Her mother talked of the "planner" that Steph was... she said that Steph had told her about a file on her laptop titled "not yet." this file had all of Steph's plans should she not be around to make them. She had reasons for everything... why she wanted to be cremated, what she wanted her guests to eat should there be an open house... it included everything down to the music played before and after. I might add that we walked out to "Celebrate good times" :) She was a trooper and a true sport.&lt;br /&gt;On my drive home I thought of all the funerals I have been to for friends whose lives have been cut short. there are too many to count or list for that matter, but none will ever be forgotten! A few that stand out in my mind are Melissa Jayne Neher, one of my truest friends in high school, killed in a car accident my senior year. Kevin McMillan, a fellow Marine from home who I used to work at McDonald's with in high school crushed by a 5-ton truck and Brendan Smart... another Alaskan Marine who couldn't outrun an avalanche. Ok super depressing, but just thinking of my friends when I think of Kevin and Melissa the first thought that comes to mind is not their laughter and smiles that glowed and filled the air but, I see them lying in their coffins. I remember standing over them waiting/hoping to see them gasp for air. Kevin's was the last funeral where I went forward to see the body. That isn't how I want to remember my friends and family. Today at the funeral they had the body... that is all it is... it wasn't Steph at the entrance to the sanctuary, it was unavoidable! I rushed past and averted my eyes. So if I ever make a "not yet" folder my only request so far is that there not be any viewings or open caskets! That is not how I want to be remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat with the only people I knew at the funeral... the girls from WSU in Language Arts... we cried, held hands, and passed around a box of kleenex's. I was very glad I went, but it wasn't the highlight of my day. When i got home, I changed and started working on my massive paper that's due on Tuesday when Sassy started barking. I hollered for her to be quiet insisting it was just the neighbors, but I was oh so pleasantly surprised to hear the door bell ring and open the door to see a dear friend Craig Wiebe, home on leave before deploying  to the Philippines! I was so thankful for his unplanned visit. God knew I needed a friend today and since lately I have felt quite alone when it comes to my friends it was such a relief to be able to say... "I am so glad you are here... I just walked in the door" I needed a hug at that moment and I got one... I had even tried to get a hug on the way home but couldn't think of who I could go to in order to get one... I even drove around down town thinking of stopping by a friends work but didn't want to be a bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just in a downer mood today, I don't really know why. I guess I have just felt alone! I have a wonderful husband who is always there for me and loves me unconditionally.... but sometimes you just need someone to talk to in the moment... Luke was in a meeting :( and other times you just need a girlfriend! Sometimes I just want to bitch about things and sometimes I want friends that will just agree with me because they know that's what I need to hear... I don't always want to look on the brighter side and think about what lesson I am learning from my current situation... I think for the most part I am a pretty happy person, I love to laugh and I love to have fun and be crazy... but sometimes you just wanna be in a crap mood ya know? And I think that's ok! And maybe my bad mood lasts for a season... everyone has seasons right? Or maybe my funk just relates to a certain situation... like having babies!!!  Everyone around me seems to have jumped on the baby band wagon and that's cool... I am just not at that point in my life yet... because well I think it is reasonable to want to graduate and want my husband to graduate and actually use our degrees before we have kids... if that's not your choice good on ya... but I get so sick of all the extra personal baby talk... let's find something else to talk about already... the baby talk has gotten to be so bad I find myself talking about babies or rather complaining about mommies to be and their over-shares with my non-preggo friends... the cycle is never ending! Gosh I hope it ends soon... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a lighter note... come may I will no longer be 6 chickens and a rooster I will be 12 chickens and a rooster! More on that later! No worries friends I will be back to my normal self tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-7800066549925678365?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/7800066549925678365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=7800066549925678365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/7800066549925678365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/7800066549925678365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/03/slightly-depressing-post-sorry-i-needed.html' title='a slightly depressing post! Sorry :) I needed to get some of this out!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/ScG6JgsjwHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_i1e_MWbqyQ/s72-c/IMG_1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-2914268449726741803</id><published>2009-02-26T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:11:45.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conferences</title><content type='html'>So this week has been a long one. I will start with last Thursday... I stayed late at school and helped with hall decorations for winter homecoming. I was a little disappointed with the lack of students but all I can say is that we rocked it! Our theme was decorating by going green and winter wonderland... we took a swiss theme and made a matterhorn mountain and a yeti made out of trash. It was pretty fun! By the way... our hall won :) Then Friday was the game and that was fun then Saturday I went and volunteered at the dance. I was introduced to the "Stanky Leg" quite and interesting dance I might add. Tuesday was back to seminar and senior night at the chuck! It was great to see the shockers win! Clemente and Griskenas will be missed! Wednesday kicked off parent teacher conferences and tonight is the grand finale! I am so ready for the weekend! Last night was pretty interesting, it was hard for me to see a few kids getting yelled at by their parents in front of me. THough I whole heartedly agree they needed a good ass chewing, I would have prefered it not take place at my table. It really just makes me thankful I had a good loving home!  While sitting there the only thing I felt for the student was pity! Hopefully I will see some improvement in class to prevent such future encounters! Well My first parent is here... wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;PS on a lighter note my sister had her baby this week! Benjamin Spencer born on Monday at 6:58pm 7pounds 4 ounces 20 inches long! Beautiful and Healthy! Lea and Jeff are both doing well and headed home today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-2914268449726741803?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2914268449726741803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=2914268449726741803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2914268449726741803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2914268449726741803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/parent-teacher-conferences.html' title='Parent Teacher Conferences'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5571938189313104801</id><published>2009-02-21T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:46:16.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Etsy!</title><content type='html'>A few have asked to link my etsy shop to my blog! So for those of you who are interested here is the link &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my shop name is 6chickensandarooster.... so since I can't figure out how to exactly link to my shop just search under seller's names...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted lately I have been very busy with my student teaching! It is going well and I am loving it! Tonight is our winter homecoming dance and I am volunteering! Should be an interesting experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5571938189313104801?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5571938189313104801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5571938189313104801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5571938189313104801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5571938189313104801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-etsy.html' title='My Etsy!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5690892266744900304</id><published>2009-01-07T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:08:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying not to be discouraged...</title><content type='html'>So it has been a little over a week since I officially opened my etsy shop and only 4 days since I posted my first items. I have had a few views but still no bites. I am really hoping to make a sale so I can post more items. Let's be honest I have a crap ton of stuff I could sell online... so maybe by this weekend something will sell... I would do a happy dance if one of my blankets sells! That is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... so just a tip make sure if you are blending hot liquids in the blender to leave room for steam! Apparently Bobby Flay (whoever that is) just cracks the lid on the blender. Tonight when attempting to make Cajun Tomato Soup I did just like the recipe said put the soup in the blender vs the food processor to puree and before you know it I had tomato and onion everywhere... so we had Arby's for dinner... I was not a happy camper :( Oh well we will try again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly a totally weird thing happened tonight. My chickens have been being naughty lately! I think a lot of it is that they don't have much green to munch on and the bugs this time of year are rather limited, so that have taken to scratching up parts of my lawn. So, today, they were on restriction from the yard and stuck in the coup. For those who think this might be cruel scroll down so you can see their coop. Plenty of room for my little yard rats. This afternoon I did let them out but only an hour or so before it got dark so I was sure they couldn't do too much damage. Then after church I went to make sure they were all secure for the night and I found their weirdest egg ever! It doesn't have a shell!!! Seriously! Eggs are made from the inside out so somewhere in the process the shell stap was skipped. I took a picture just to show you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWrareKlBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8exi6PWJGYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWrareKlBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8exi6PWJGYQ/s200/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288821812250711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right is a normal egg and the left is the one without the shell and only the membrane! Good thing fresh eggs have a stronger membrane the store bought eggs... I could have had a real mess on my hands. You can even see my fingerprint in the egg! Weird! So just to be sure the chickies are all good I asked my trusty friends at &lt;a href="http://www.mypetchicken.com/"&gt;www.mypetchicken.com&lt;/a&gt; so I guess I will just have to wait and see! But from what I read it just happens. OK that's all for now... night night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5690892266744900304?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5690892266744900304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5690892266744900304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5690892266744900304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5690892266744900304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-not-to-be-discouraged.html' title='Trying not to be discouraged...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWrareKlBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8exi6PWJGYQ/s72-c/IMG_1888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5732892639879221618</id><published>2009-01-07T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:43:43.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather productive day!</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome! I got the laundry room cleaned and I was going to touch up some paint, but I couldn't find the "cutting in" brush. So, I settled for stamping on the walls :) My first thought was to put Laundry today or Naked tomorrow... though very true and funny... I thought it might be a tad inappropriate so I put Laundry gathers here. I was really happy with how it turned out so I went outside and stamped the numbers on my mail box... the only thing now is to finish the matte sealer because it was too windy to spray paint... maybe another day :) I also got my Elsie Recipe box in the mail! LOVE IT! A big Thanks to Frog Feathers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWENc1mnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sz9_T2jV78A/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWENc1mnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sz9_T2jV78A/s200/IMG_1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778704030703010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWEN6voiUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pUqPJ2oQWXo/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWEN6voiUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pUqPJ2oQWXo/s200/IMG_1877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778712058726722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWEOaHSyLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/f2cQjgblmvg/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWEOaHSyLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/f2cQjgblmvg/s200/IMG_1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778720479463602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5732892639879221618?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5732892639879221618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5732892639879221618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5732892639879221618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5732892639879221618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/rather-productive-day.html' title='A rather productive day!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWWENc1mnaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sz9_T2jV78A/s72-c/IMG_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-8682989955578658250</id><published>2009-01-05T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:13:53.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Etsy!</title><content type='html'>So the past couple of days I have been working hard to get pictures taken and things organized to post to my etsy store... today I have added a few new things from my stash! Be on the look out for more to come. Today I made a GREAT bacon and potato soup and I think after cleaning up the kitchen I will work on my sewing! Have an AWESOME Monday friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWJpjT3hO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/82jelzYTnUk/s1600-h/IMG_1800-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWJpjT3hO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/82jelzYTnUk/s200/IMG_1800-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287904967835859890" 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/6671518893973939157-8682989955578658250?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8682989955578658250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=8682989955578658250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8682989955578658250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8682989955578658250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-etsy.html' title='My Etsy!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SWJpjT3hO7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/82jelzYTnUk/s72-c/IMG_1800-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-2120971451253485731</id><published>2009-01-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:14:54.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... What's in a name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV73H0l7oJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eW8D5FQ-Kqo/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV73H0l7oJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eW8D5FQ-Kqo/s200/IMG_1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286934726328426642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV727pT1PtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BTyI_p-Ng0c/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV727pT1PtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BTyI_p-Ng0c/s200/IMG_1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286934517141290706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV72l8yzm4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/V3xPsCmq3Q0/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV72l8yzm4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/V3xPsCmq3Q0/s200/IMG_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286934144414358402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you have asked me how I chose the name for my blog as well as my etsy... To make a long story short this past spring I got a wild hair and talked Luke in to letting me order 5 chickens (yes I said 5) from mypetchicken.com to raise so we could be a little bit more self sustaining and have our own fresh chicken eggs. In early May they arrived along with 10 others that my neighbor ordered with me... I already had the names picked out and I was so excited, we named them Henrietta, Irma, Gertie, Lucy and Ethel. Luke started right away on the coup and until they were old enough they lived in the garage in a plastic tote. In August they finally started laying eggs and we were REALLY excited... and still only had 5 chickens. On my way home from work one evening I saw this couple walking in front of me and a rather large chicken was walking behind them. My first instinct was that it was mine, then that it might be one of my neighbors, so the couple walked the chicken into my back yard and there he stayed for the evening. The next day I called all my neighbors and walked around asking if anyone had lost a rooster... Most people thought he had been dumped in the fields after being a child's Easter chick then turning into a rooster :) So, after much deliberation and hassle from my husband we named him Fletcher. Luke wanted to call him Fabian... it just didn't fit. So then there were 5 and a rooster. Over fall break my mom and sister were in town and one day while helping the economy we ran into a neighbor who own's a cute little shop down the road. I was telling her about my chicken rescue efforts when she told me something had gotten into her coup and killed all but one of her hens and the last one was now not eating or drinking and her feather's were falling out. She was a pretty sad sight, so I offered to take her in. She was promptly named Agnes and is fully recovered. So that's the story in less than a week I went from 5 to 7 chickens... well 6 Chickens and a Rooster :) Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;PS I will be getting my goodies posted on etsy soon... I am just waiting for my paypal to be set up! Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-2120971451253485731?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2120971451253485731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=2120971451253485731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2120971451253485731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2120971451253485731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-whats-in-name.html' title='So... What&apos;s in a name...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SV73H0l7oJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eW8D5FQ-Kqo/s72-c/IMG_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-269494580109083816</id><published>2008-12-31T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:52:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>So... I haven't blogged in a while, but I am back in action! I have been inspired by some of my wonderful friends to blog, post my layouts and open the etsy shop I have been wanting too... I decided to call it 6Chickens and Rooster! I figured this was an appropriate name..I will keep you posted on how things are going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-269494580109083816?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/269494580109083816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=269494580109083816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/269494580109083816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/269494580109083816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-8634250044128309465</id><published>2008-03-07T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:16:00.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayberry Magnet</title><content type='html'>So today I had to get up at the butt crack of dawn... actually it was a little bit before that to get ready to come to school. Since I am a sub I am supposed to be here 30 minutes prior and well school starts at 7:10 so that means around 6:30... I had a little extra time, so I stopped by QuikTrip to pick up some coffee! This teacher has great kids, so that has been nice! She doesn't have very many classes though. I had 1st,3rd,6th,and 7th hours... so I had a break for 2nd, 4th, 5th was my lunch, and 8th and 9th... Talk about an easy day! Other than that I did some knitting, sudoku, and read my book. I tried to get online to weightwatchers to make out a menu, but I couldn't look at recipes because there wasn't a flash player and I couldn't download one. SO I settled for a blog instead. I am wishing I would have brought my flash drive so I could work on some homework! Tonight is the girls sleepover at Cliff and Kristi's should be fun! I am a little worrried because Rachel will be there... I haven't had a conversation with her (at least a real one) since Cassi told me what a terrible person I am... don't worry she didn't judge me at all. I hope you are sensing the sarcasm there. I just think it is ironic that she was so mad at me because she thinks I judged her and she turns around and personally attacks me. I also think that Rachel really needs to reevaluate her role in this whole thing. If mentioning something about someone is gossip... SHE'S the QUEEN! My life at this point just really reminds me of that song... You Find Out Who Your Friends Are... Wish me luck tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-8634250044128309465?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8634250044128309465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=8634250044128309465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8634250044128309465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8634250044128309465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2008/03/mayberry-magnet.html' title='Mayberry Magnet'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5338206909350740893</id><published>2008-03-05T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:52:32.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy Session Number 2</title><content type='html'>So I have had a great day so far. My class was interesting... Dr. Bergman played the trumpet for us a bit which was really cool. A much better class period than the weeks prior. Now I am using my dear friend Shanda's computer as I get ready for my most boring class this year. CESP! UGH! I hate it... we sit around and visit every couple of minutes in between a few power point slides. OK time for class! More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5338206909350740893?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5338206909350740893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5338206909350740893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5338206909350740893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5338206909350740893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2008/03/therapy-session-number-2.html' title='Therapy Session Number 2'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5143974552138443559</id><published>2008-03-04T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:10:03.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So it has been a while since my last blog... Abi says I should start blogging more because it is theraputic... So... maybe I should ask my Aunt Bridget if I need therapy :) She is pretty good at giving that kind of advice... LOL! Anyway so this shall be my therapy... I have had a really great day! I went to school... watched Schindler's List, cried about it, went to WSU, sat at the college republican table, came home... made the stupid mistake of trying to email Rachel and be nice; which I should let you know I regretted immediatly after sending it. Then I made it worse by trying to call her... No worries though... she didn't answer. I am just so sick of this whole situation. I think if I weren't involved in the youth group we would go to a different church. I know I have wasted entirely too much energy on these girls, but I am having a really hard time shaking it! So after that I went to the CR meeting and it was really productive which was great. I came home because Luke had class and then I worked in my scrap room... it is lookin pretty awesome in there... I even hung up my clock! And now I am up thinking about a bunch of girls who I have let get to me and treat me terribly. They have said far worse things to me and about me than I have ever dreamed about. I have never LET people treat me this way in my life. Which I suppose is why it is hard to shake... but don't worry... I am beginning to buck up! That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5143974552138443559?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5143974552138443559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5143974552138443559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5143974552138443559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5143974552138443559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-it-has-been-while-since-my-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5583568018500719754</id><published>2007-10-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:34:50.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Stop</title><content type='html'>So tonight was AWESOME... Luke and I went with college republican to the bullet stop over off of Pawnee and Meridian to do some shooting. I did scrape my thumb up a bit from not holding my gun right but I am getting the hang of it. I had so much fun I can't wait to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-5583568018500719754?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5583568018500719754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5583568018500719754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5583568018500719754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5583568018500719754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/10/bullet-stop.html' title='Bullet Stop'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-3806416865050327010</id><published>2007-10-24T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:12:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-zmXJWIkI/AAAAAAAAABw/Mhf_QOcD2O8/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125012372600529474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-zmXJWIkI/AAAAAAAAABw/Mhf_QOcD2O8/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't posted in seriously forever but here we go... I thought some of you would enjoy the a few pictures from our fall break trip to Nashville we drove through St. Louis and we didn't want to stop so the only pictures I got of the Arch were as we drove by... I will post them next... I was thankful we didn't stop because just as we were heading out of the city it started to storm... we drove through an hour of tornado warnings, hail, 60MPH winds and heavy rain... but eventually made it to our final destination of the Gaylord Opryland Resort.... If any of you need vacation suggestions this is the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-yFHJWIiI/AAAAAAAAABg/nzBVxRGO9Ow/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125010701858251298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-yFHJWIiI/AAAAAAAAABg/nzBVxRGO9Ow/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a blast! This hotel was AMAZING seriously you never had to leave the building... We went to the state capitol down town and got a little tour... I thought that was pretty fun but the highlight of the trip was hanging out with my pops and the Grand ol Opry! We saw a bunch of people but the big ones were Travis Tritt, Carrie Underwood, Emerson Drive and VINCE GILL... oh yes I know you are all a little jealous... anyway the trip was awesome and I would make the drive again. Now it's back to the daily grind! Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-yFnJWIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/ClQERNJNdTs/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125010710448185906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-yFnJWIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/ClQERNJNdTs/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6671518893973939157-3806416865050327010?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/3806416865050327010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=3806416865050327010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/3806416865050327010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/3806416865050327010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-havent-posted-in-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rx-zmXJWIkI/AAAAAAAAABw/Mhf_QOcD2O8/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-5193815375631396221</id><published>2007-10-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:41:49.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/RxA9YXJWIfI/AAAAAAAAABI/lr4bu4_MtTo/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120660265059623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/RxA9YXJWIfI/AAAAAAAAABI/lr4bu4_MtTo/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well this is how Sassy spent her week. This is very typical for her. Me on the other hand... I spent my week stressed out over a STUPID book critique! Oh well it is almost finished now! I had a great week other than that, I went to youth group on Wednesday and Thursday I cooked dinner for my girls bible study. Today I worked on my yucky paper and ... I GOT TICKETS FOR THE GRAND OLE OPRY!!! I am so excited. My dad is in Nashville teaching at a big door and hardware convention so Luke and I are making the 10 hour drive out east next Thursday. On Saturday we are going to the country music hall of fame and then later on we are going to the grand ole opry. We will get to see Ronnie Milsap, Travis Tritt, Carrie Underwood, Emerson Drive and a few more to boot! I am stoked!&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/6671518893973939157-5193815375631396221?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/5193815375631396221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=5193815375631396221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5193815375631396221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/5193815375631396221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-what-week.html' title='Oh what a week!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/RxA9YXJWIfI/AAAAAAAAABI/lr4bu4_MtTo/s72-c/IMG_1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-614245568686136208</id><published>2007-09-29T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:43:30.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH So SWEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4An3JWIeI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtUqxKBoaUg/s1600-h/289206506110_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115526911557509602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4An3JWIeI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtUqxKBoaUg/s400/289206506110_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4AkXJWIdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KI7BjPv1a7c/s1600-h/200306506110_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115526851427967442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4AkXJWIdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KI7BjPv1a7c/s400/200306506110_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't they so CUTE!?! They are just learning how to walk! One of these little guys will be my sister Lea's here before too long. My mom drove out to the Valley the other day to play with them. Rick said that Lea would have first choice... that's gonna be pretty tough :) I just hope she is as happy with her sweet Maggie as Luke and I are with Sassy... oh I will have to post a picture of Sylvester... their kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-614245568686136208?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/614245568686136208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=614245568686136208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/614245568686136208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/614245568686136208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-so-sweet.html' title='OH So SWEET!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4An3JWIeI/AAAAAAAAABA/mtUqxKBoaUg/s72-c/289206506110_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-2615707505963743454</id><published>2007-09-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:36:24.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4AanJWIcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KckEWSyRXds/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115526683924242882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4AanJWIcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KckEWSyRXds/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Luke and I went to the game tonight! They played Evansville and whooped em! Kinda like I whoop Rachel when we play narts! :) It was a pretty good game. This picture is not from tonight... this is Cassi, Rochelle and I at the K-state game... I would have taken a picture but rachel has my camera... :( So I am super excited! Monday is sign up day for the February Crop A Ganza! YAY!!! I have some friends to sit with and I already printed out and filled in my registration form! Scrapfunattic doesn't open until 9 on Monday but I am gonna go over there early and wait in line! Call me crazy but I missed out on ScrapPink because I wasn't early enough! This will NOT happen to me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-2615707505963743454?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2615707505963743454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=2615707505963743454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2615707505963743454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2615707505963743454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-luke-and-i-went-to-game-tonight-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rv4AanJWIcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KckEWSyRXds/s72-c/IMG_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-6297839751700024171</id><published>2007-09-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:47:43.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble with the fridge!</title><content type='html'>So I have had an eventful day! I had a checkup this morning... got more allegra... YAY for no more sneezes! Had lunch with my dear friend Megan and had my tooth fixed. (Word for the wise: stay away from carmel apple suckers if you have crowns or fake parts on your teeth :)) I also found some SWEET ribbon at Wal-Mart. I normally don't shop there, but I was in Wellington and Megan needed to get some things. I saw my sister-in-law... needless to say she didn't speak to me and looked miserable... but I waved anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the real trouble... my fridge is on the outs! It is ten degrees higher than it should be and I am concerned. I did my best to handle the problem without taking advantage of my handy man around the house and called an appliance repair shop.... The second place I called was REALLY helpful! He told me what to do and said if it doesn't work call me back! I was very thankful! I did not want to pay a $50 service charge to be told to defrost my fridge... so I am off to defrost and clean out the fridge... fun stuff eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-6297839751700024171?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/6297839751700024171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=6297839751700024171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/6297839751700024171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/6297839751700024171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/09/trouble-with-fridge.html' title='Trouble with the fridge!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-2488600742365379606</id><published>2007-09-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:09:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rvc4G3JWIZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AmQueb_TB0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113617592436007314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rvc4G3JWIZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AmQueb_TB0Y/s400/IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was getting gas the other day and I saw this! It cracked me up! And you know me the scrapper that I am I had to get a picture! I hope you all will enjoy... coming soon... the page that goes with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-2488600742365379606?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/2488600742365379606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=2488600742365379606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2488600742365379606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/2488600742365379606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-was-getting-gas-other-day-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/Rvc4G3JWIZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AmQueb_TB0Y/s72-c/IMG_1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671518893973939157.post-8422196583772320408</id><published>2007-09-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:51:46.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Pickle</title><content type='html'>OK I know it is getting to be my fave time of year again! I am starting to see little Christmas decorations out at stores!!! YAY! This reminds me of a little tradition in our little family, it is called the green pickle. A green pickle is exactly what it is! We put this little ornament on the tree on Christmas Eve and who ever finds it first get's a prize. I know it sounds a little silly since it is just me and Luke, but hey someday it won't be! Anyway that's all for my first post. We will see if I can get the hang of this thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671518893973939157-8422196583772320408?l=laurelscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/feeds/8422196583772320408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671518893973939157&amp;postID=8422196583772320408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8422196583772320408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671518893973939157/posts/default/8422196583772320408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurelscott.blogspot.com/2007/09/green-pickle.html' title='The Green Pickle'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09112158554484647068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ao76LVLpZ0/SVvw1Jv0gfI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGns06WCh-8/S220/IMG_1051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
