<?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-7098068647820271441</id><updated>2012-02-13T18:57:32.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shari's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8103433674544258619</id><published>2011-07-31T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:21:39.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Hello again.  I have decided to post again.  For the past year, I have been hesitant to post as it bit me when applying for my last job.  Just remember, don't post anything you don't want the whole world to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As for updates, I usually keep everyone updated on Face Book, but this is more personal.  This is where I want to keep my thoughts for future reflection.&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a beautiful vacation at Snow Mountain Ranch.  We had so much fun and we really bonded as a family.  We had a few moments when we got on each others nerves, but for the most part, it was fabulous.  We hiked, rode horses, zip lined, canoed, made walking sticks, ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smores&lt;/span&gt;, swam, shot bows and arrows, listened to old story tellers, worshiped, played put put golf. We just had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now we are getting ready to start a new school year.  This year, I will be at Antelope Trails Elementary in D20.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;non renewed&lt;/span&gt; at my last job.  That was really tough and I hated to go.  Mostly I hated leaving my students and parents. I suppose I just wasn't supposed to be there. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited about working in D20.  I have already fallen in love with my team and I think I am finally home.  It is located a little closer to home than my last school and the girls and I will be on the same schedule.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I am ready to start running again.  I haven't done it for the last few years as school was really overwhelming and time consuming.  I have made a commitment to myself to start again.  Becca and I will be running in the Discovery Canyon 5K in August.  This will be a walk at first, but running is sure to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8103433674544258619?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8103433674544258619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8103433674544258619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8103433674544258619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8103433674544258619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7267066247911851941</id><published>2010-08-25T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:55:35.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>I love my new school.  I love my new team.  I am overwhelmed, as every new school year brings lots of stress, but I am not scared all the time.  I am confident in my work.  I am appreciated for what I do.  I am not sure I can ever go back to working in a site based program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to put quotes on my post, from time to time.  I had a great one this week that came from a student.  She said that she could tell that I have only been a teacher for 2 or 3 years.  When I asked her why, she said "because you still act like you like it".  I hope that I always act like I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7267066247911851941?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7267066247911851941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7267066247911851941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7267066247911851941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7267066247911851941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3442604556315976572</id><published>2010-07-14T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:02:41.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Florida</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Florida, last night around 3am.  It is so great to be home.  It was wonderful being with family.  I caught up with relatives I haven't seen in years.  Namely, Uncle John and Aunt Gail.  My cousins Donna, Vicki, Bobby, Joseph, etc.  Becca went with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we had a great big southern feast, complete with southern fried chicken, banana pudding and macaroni and cheese.  We also ate some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rican&lt;/span&gt; specialties from my cousin, Donna.  It was so great to just eat and talk.  That's exactly what we did.  We ate and sat around talking for FIVE hours.  I thought Becca was gonna die of boredom.  I have to say, I loved it.  It reminded me of who I am and where I come from.  It was good to show Becca who she is and where she comes from.  We talked about memories of Granny and Uncle Jim.  There was quite a hole missing, both at the table and in our hearts, where Uncle Jim should have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie took Becca and I out to Siesta Key.  I LOVE THE OCEAN!!!!  It was beautiful.  We watched the sunset and collected shells.  So peaceful and so beautiful.  Tammie and Jim took us to an Amish restaurant in Sarasota where the food  was absolutely yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sea World and we like the Beluga Whales the best.  One seemed to come to Josh when he put his hands on the glass.  We caught up with Brittany and Ashley.  Brittany's baby is due in November.  Josh has grown into a handsome young man.  We are all so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Jenny and the kids.  Michael is a young man now.  Eric stayed with us the whole time and thought that he had moved into the condo "aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tondo&lt;/span&gt;" with us.  What a joy he was.  Haley is walking and is an independent little one year old who keeps everybody on their toes.  She is a chubby little thing with gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair.  She is such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Granny Day.  She is ninety five and still very sharp, mentally.  Her body has not kept up.  She can't move her legs to stand and she looked like she is retaining fluid.  As I left her, I was aware that I may be saying goodbye for the last time.  I kissed her and told her I loved her.  She told me that she loved me too.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has lost weight and he looks terrible.  He also continues to smoke and not do what the doctor says to do.  It's frustrating, but I love him still.  I just wish he could see how much better he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Daniel.  He has the cutest little house from the 1920s that he just moved into.  He continues to do lawn work.  I looked at him and thought about what a nice looking man he has become and what a huge heart he has.  He cares for his girlfriends disabled daughter, in their home, and he never complains.  He is quiet, but speaks volumes in his willingness to help out those around him.  He takes care of my parent's yard, which is no small task in sunny Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was late getting in last night, so we arrived home around 3am.  I think I am going to go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3442604556315976572?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3442604556315976572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3442604556315976572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3442604556315976572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3442604556315976572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-from-florida.html' title='Back from Florida'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-820695527459161035</id><published>2010-06-13T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:09:18.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>I am so enjoying the summer.  Each day I get up and think "I don't have to go to work today and I am getting my house, life and family back in order".  It feels good I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new camera.  Now I just need to figure out how to upload pictures and I hope to post some pictures of our lives and garden, this summer.  My garden is in and plants are up.  I got it in earlier than last year, so I hope to get more veggies from it.  It has rained for the last two days, so everything has had a nice soaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus last Friday night.  Becca loved it and Laura didn't.  Laura said that it was geared to children younger than her.  Ah, she really is growing up.  I suppose that since we only go to the circus every 10 years or so, the next time will be with our grandkids.  Yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura started hockey.  She and I are getting along a lot better.  I think I am learning to give her her independence and she is learning that sometimes, I am right.  Ha ha.  Becca will start voice lessons in a couple of weeks.  Both are doing camp this summer and I am hoping to squeeze in a trip to Florida to see my folks, with Becca.  I am so proud of both my girls.  Laura finished the year with a 4.0 grade average.  Becca got several awards for her "Battle of the Books" success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting really excited about my new job.  I have been leveling my children's books and putting my lesson plans in order.  I can't wait to begin, though there is a part of me that is a little scared of the unknown.  I don't know the kids.  I don't know the staff.  I have been so focused on "behavior" type lessons, I am a little concerned about being able to now teach academics.  This is what I have wanted to boost on my resume, so I will give it my best shot.  I think I am really going to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's the lastest for now.  Just cleaning and enjoying the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-820695527459161035?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/820695527459161035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=820695527459161035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/820695527459161035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/820695527459161035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8024863670064551408</id><published>2010-06-01T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:46:10.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>So much life has happened over the last month.  I have not posted for a while as I was hesitant to do so until I switched jobs.  Yes folks, these blogs get checked out, so don't put anything on them that you would not want the world to see.  Anyway, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my girls both continued on to higher learning.  Becca to middle school and Laura to high school.  I can't believe they are so big.  Where in the world did the time go?  Both of them got academic awards and both are excited about moving up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura will start summer break on Wednesday.  Becca was on break as of Friday.  Laura is off to camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elim&lt;/span&gt; later in the summer and Becca will be off to Camp Salvation.  Next week, both girls will be rehearsing with the drama team at church for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; the next week.  Busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, life has also taken a turn.  After quite the search, I was offered a job in D38 at an elementary school.  I will be a SPED Resource teacher.  I  know that this job was God given and I can't wait to get started.  I will be teaching more academics and less behavior management.  Thank you lord for my new job.  Oh yeah, it's only 10 minutes away from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MRES&lt;/span&gt;.  I will miss my students.  I will miss the staff.  I fear that I won't have the wonderful relationship with staff and administration that I had at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MRES&lt;/span&gt;.  I also know that God called me to move on and that he gave me this new position.  On to new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you today with a story from one of my student's last day of school.  One of my fifth grade students approached me on his way out.  He was crying.  He put his head on my shoulder and said "Mrs. Russell, I will never forget you."  I said "I am so proud of you.  Keep your car in the road."  He and I both knew that this meant he is to worry about himself and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perseverate&lt;/span&gt; on all the things around him.  Be aware, but "drive your own car".  He said "Mrs. Russell, I will remember that for the rest of my life".  What more could a teacher ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8024863670064551408?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8024863670064551408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8024863670064551408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8024863670064551408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8024863670064551408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2357833654788474228</id><published>2010-04-18T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:43:32.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to wait.</title><content type='html'>As you can tell from the title, I am still in limbo concerning the job situation.  I was told on Tuesday that I was not selected for the position at the high school.  On Friday I was told that I was actually the candidate the SPED team wanted and that the person they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;offered&lt;/span&gt; the job to was considering not taking it.  Long story that I cannot write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt;, but I am still in limbo and considering the position.  In the mean time, I have a couple interviews coming up at schools in D20.  My current position continues to be a struggle.  Mostly in supervising six paraprofessionals.  It is hard to make six women, who work together in the same room, seven including myself, get along.  It's more than hard.  It's down right impossible.  That, I will not miss.  Continue the prayers as to my job hunt.  I just need clarity from above concerning the choices I am to make.  For now, God just seems to tell me "wait".  That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Becca and her Battle of the Books.  Her team took first place in the district and were one of the top ten in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regionals&lt;/span&gt;.  The kiddos worked so hard.  One of the students in my class participated and it was great to see him thrive in a stressful, yet normal environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura got her hair dyed this week.  She now has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; streaks in her dark brown hair.  I was so scared of what it was going to look like, I couldn't even go into the salon afterwards.  I was a chicken and I sent Tom in.  When I saw her in the car, she looked beautiful.  It was one of those moments where you look at your daughter and you see a beautiful young woman emerging.  Now, I hear her in the bathroom, in the mornings, blow drying her hair.  For those of you who know my Laura, this is quite an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in Colorado is hot and cold, rainy, snowy, sunny all in the same day.  Right now it is beautiful outside and not too hot.  A great day to get outside and enjoy Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2357833654788474228?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2357833654788474228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2357833654788474228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2357833654788474228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2357833654788474228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-to-wait.html' title='Learning to wait.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4521237645289306629</id><published>2010-04-11T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:05:26.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>Just an update.  I found out, yesterday, that I am one of two people the folks at Palmer Ridge High School are considering for the job.  Not bad considering they started with 30 applicants.  Now the hard part.  Waiting to see if I am chosen.  I am struggling with feelings of doubt and hope, all at the same time.  I really want what God has chosen for me, but man that big picture is so hard to focus on sometimes.  There are new positions posted in D20, so it's not like there aren't other jobs to consider.  Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4521237645289306629?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4521237645289306629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4521237645289306629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4521237645289306629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4521237645289306629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/04/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8258943736091471204</id><published>2010-04-10T07:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:27:57.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting is hard.</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is officially over.  It was nice and I felt eager to go back.  I think this was because I know that in seven weeks, it will all be over for the year.  There are other concerns going on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying hard about my job, next year.  It turns out that I think it will be up and running next year.  I am not sure I want to work in such a roller coaster environment again next year.  I applied for a job in District 38.  Out of 30 applicants, I was one of five chosen for an interview.  I went to the interview on Thursday, and I loved it.  I am second guessing all the things I should have done during the interview, but overall, I think it went very well.  I am hoping for a call on Monday or Tuesday.  Now I just wait.  I have also applied for a position in D20, at Liberty High School.  The job closes on Tuesday, so I am hoping for an interview call.  God is so good.  He knows that the last two years have been super tough.  I feel like now that school is over, well almost (one more class), I can move on to where he really wants me to go.  Not sure Autism is it.  I still struggle with leaving my students, but I am realizing that parents also have to step up to the plate and take some responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are fantastic.  Laura made 6 As and 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bs&lt;/span&gt; on her last report card (3.75 grade average).  I am pleased as punch.  Becca worked here ) booty off over Spring Break, reading for Battle of the Books.  She has read 33 meaty books since September.  She will have her first District 49 battle on Tuesday and her city battle on Thursday at Colorado College.  On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, our school will battle against 610 other kids.  I have taken that day off to go see her and the team.  A battle consists of an adult reading a question from one of the books on the list they had to read.  The team debates and one person answers.  If they answer correctly, they get a point.  If they don't the other team gets a chance to answer the question.  It is so much fun and I am so proud of my little book worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the latest at the Russell house.  I hope you and yours are doing well and enjoying warm weather.  We actually had a snow day last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8258943736091471204?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8258943736091471204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8258943736091471204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8258943736091471204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8258943736091471204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-is-hard.html' title='Waiting is hard.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1662208082873682900</id><published>2010-03-29T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:39:55.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Laura came home on Saturday.  She matured a lot during the last week.  She knows and we know that this is so.  We could see it in the way she told us about her adventures.  We could tell that this trip was life changing for her as she told us about the people she served and how much fun she thought San Diego was.  It was truly a trip that was all her own.  He own adventure and her own time to walk a little closer to God.  Here is a link to the blog that was kept daily by the Youth Pastor.  Some of it is plain teenage funny, but mostly it is proof that God worked in the lives of these kids.  Thank you all for you support and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://segwaysdmissiontrip.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-continued.html"&gt;http://segwaysdmissiontrip.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one-continued.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is a little better.  I ended up going back to the doctor today.  Her advice was for me to lose weight and do these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quadricep&lt;/span&gt; exercises.  Getting old stinks sometimes.  Overall, I think I pulled a ligament and it will take a while to heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for the high school position in D38.  Now I just weight to see if I will be granted an interview.  Speaking of schools, I got Becca signed up for middle school at Discovery Canyon Campus.  I can't believe she is off to junior high.  Where has the time gone?  She wants to play in the orchestra, so there is hope that I will be able to pass my violin along after all.  She asked me to teach her violin, again.  I made her promise that she would LET me teach her and not get all offensive when I correct her or make her practice.  We shall see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about my school district is the two week fall and spring break.  This is week 2.  When I go back to school on Monday, I will only have 8 more Mondays left before summer break.  Not that I am counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1662208082873682900?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1662208082873682900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1662208082873682900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1662208082873682900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1662208082873682900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/03/mid-spring-break.html' title='Mid Spring Break'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1950503992558565880</id><published>2010-03-23T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:35:45.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that Spring Break is here.  I am having a tough time though.  I am nursing a very sore right knee.  I am pretty sure that it is due to a student kicking me in the shins.  It's just one more reminder that I need to move to another job.  I have found  a job  posting in District 38.  It would be a resource teacher at a local High School.  I think I would enjoy it, but I don't know if I would be qualified as my experience has been in elementary school.  I think I will do it just to gain some interview experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Jim, indeed passed away.  His funeral was last Thursday.  I will miss him so much.  It was a shock to our family.  It has reminded all of us that life is precious and you never know when God will call us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura left for San Diego last Saturday morning.  It was hard to watch her go, but I know she will enjoy and treasure this experience.  So far, we have learned that she has served in a soup kitchen, done prayer walks in the city of San Diego, led worship, and has helped to lead people to Christ.  Not bad for a 13 year old.  I am so proud of her and I can't wait for her to get home and tell us all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1950503992558565880?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1950503992558565880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1950503992558565880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1950503992558565880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1950503992558565880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6219213088171417926</id><published>2010-03-14T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:41:26.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Jim</title><content type='html'>Today I write with a heavy heart as we are saying goodbye to my Uncle Jim.  Uncle Jim is the younger brother of my mother.  He lived with us a little while, when I was a girl.  He moved to a very small house near us and I always knew he was there.  He took me to my first baseball game.  He and I took many trips to my grandmother's house, two hours away.  Uncle Jim was truly one of my biggest fans.  I always knew he loved me.  He told me so, just two weeks ago.  He had a major heart attack that caused holes in his heart.  He was air lifted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shand's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital in Florida where he underwent a 12 hour operation to patch the holes.  He has never regained consciousness.  He is slowly dying as I write this.   The doctors have given him less than a 10 percent chance to live and he has gone down hill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim has always been in my life.  I remember the stormy night my grandpa (Paw Paw), put me in his old Chevy truck and we went to Uncle Jim's house.  We got there and Uncle Jim was devastated.  His wife had left him and had taken their two year old son with her.  I will never forget seeing my Uncle and my Grandpa both cry at the same time. Later that year, Uncle Jim moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bradenton&lt;/span&gt;, to live with us, until he could find a job and get on his feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim always spoke aloud to traffic.  If other drivers or pedestrians were not doing what he thought they ought to do, he would yell "Go home Yankee!!!".  This was done whether he thought they were from the South or not. The people couldn't hear him, but they did one time.  My sister, Tammie, was in the car.  Uncle Jim was yelling at people crossing the street.  Tammie rolled the window down and yelled "Go blow your nose Yankee!!!".  It's funny now.  Not so much for poor Uncle Jim, at the time.  He learned about how little eyes were watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one evening, when my mom would give me charge over my first patient. There is a part of me that wonders if the incident spurred my nursing career.  Uncle Jim had gone into a convenience store.  He left the motor running on his car (you could do that then) .  When he got out of the car, his leg hit the gear shift.  The car went into reverse and Uncle Jim's right leg wasn't out of the car yet.  He was dragged down a parking lot.  He had burns all over his upper body and arms.  My mom had me spend the night with him and care for him.  I think I was in about the fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant with Laura, I called Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill.  Tom and I waited nine years to have children.  I remember Uncle Jim yelling "Yahoo", as if he were becoming a grandpa.  When I gave birth to Laura, Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill were at my house in Colorado, two days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim was a man of great patience.  He loved sports. He loved family. Best of all, Uncle Jim loved the Lord.  We know that in the next few days, Uncle Jim will go home to be with the Lord.  I am proud to say that I loved him and knew him.  I am so grateful that he was a part of my life.  He will be greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no news on the job front.  My administration doesn't want me to leave, but I think I need to keep all of my options open.  I know I have to be true to myself and my family.  No postings in District 20, yet, but I know God is in control and has perfect timing.  Thanks for the card, Jen.  You are right.  Faith is trusting and knowing that God has me in the palm of his hand, safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6219213088171417926?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6219213088171417926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6219213088171417926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6219213088171417926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6219213088171417926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/03/uncle-jim.html' title='Uncle Jim'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2961963621903123516</id><published>2010-02-28T08:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:08:30.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>We lost a staff member this week.  She was 29, had cancer and a 16 month old baby.  I must put family first. I was reminded that we only get one chance at life and I only get one chance to be with my family.  One of my first graders looked at me this week and said "Mrs. Russell, I needed you".  All my students needed me, but my work is coming to an end.  Budget cuts will be announced on Tuesday.  All first year teachers are being let go (I am a second year).  My program is secure for one more year but will be no more at this time next year.  All Vice Principals are being dismissed as well as all Literacy Coaches.  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; coordinator will be half time.  No more Spanish teachers.  I have to move on.  The workload will be unbearable and I will spend next year preparing my students for programs that will not be what they need.  My heart breaks for them, but my Social Communications program is a sinking ship.  I prayed for guidance and I guess I got it this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for positions in District 20.  I am hoping to start interviewing over Spring Break.  As Mr. Rogers said "In order for change to happen, you have to leave something behind".  I leave behind the fact that I started a program and did a super job.  I leave behind the fact that for two years I GOT to be with some wonderful children and make a difference in their lives.  Please pray for me as I move on in this crazy journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2961963621903123516?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2961963621903123516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2961963621903123516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2961963621903123516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2961963621903123516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4973712450886890194</id><published>2010-02-15T08:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:50:49.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Hard</title><content type='html'>Last week, at school, was alright.  The kiddos were themselves and I had to hold a child for two hours one day.  It's hard, but the next two days with that kiddo were beautiful.  Still no word on the job situation, though I have been thinking and praying hard about it.  I am seeing that the changes may not come until the summer.  By then, it is too late to look for another position.  I asked Becca what she thought I should do, as my family has to put up with me working so far away.  Becca said "Mom, if you were closer, we could spend more time together".  Enough said about that.  I am looking in D20 and praying for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing happened on Saturday.  Laura, Becca, and I went shopping and we had fun.  That has NEVER happened and I know it may not happen again, but it was great.  I wasn't feeling well, as I have yet another cold, but the time was priceless.  We went to Kohl's looking for an outfit for Becca, as she has pictures to be taken at school, tomorrow.  Laura wanted a haircut, so I told her she had to go with us and that we would get the haircut after Kohl's.  Laura started looking at the clothes and I swear I saw her light up.  She said "I think I need to dress a little more like a girl".  The clouds parted and I heard angels singing. She, well I, bought four shirts and a pair of jeans.  Go Laura.  With the haircut she is going to look really cute.  She told me that she has to think of what she is going to wear for her formal eight grade dance (she graduates and moves on to high school in May).  That will be interesting.  I don't want her to be something she's not.  I love her just the way she is, but I think what thrilled me is that LAURA liked how she looked in those clothes.  I could tell that Laura wanted to look nice.  That filled my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is President's day, so I have no school.  Deb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harnly&lt;/span&gt; and I are off to a much needed girl lunch and trip to Goodwill.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4973712450886890194?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4973712450886890194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4973712450886890194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4973712450886890194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4973712450886890194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-hard.html' title='Thinking Hard'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4903806131738053607</id><published>2010-02-07T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:59:01.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><content type='html'>The last week was a little better.  I sent an email to the principal at Discovery Canyon in D20.  I was inquiring about a position there.  I did not apply for it, but they sent my application straight to the upper administration of SPED in District 20.  I am flattered, but it is bitter sweet.  When I told one of my parents that I might be moving out of their district, her reply was "no worries, we will just choice to wherever you are".  I am humbled by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend.  I had class on Saturday.  Only four more classes to go.  Casey came over Saturday afternoon and Saturday night I went to a Temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandin&lt;/span&gt; movie party.  I had a great time hanging out with other Special Ed teachers.  Temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandin&lt;/span&gt; is a woman who has defied the odds of Autism.  The HBO movie was her life story and I encourage everyone to watch it.  It makes me very proud to serve my students.  Who knows who and what they will become.  I would like to think I am making a positive difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, we are hoping and praying for a snow day tomorrow.  The girls and I want a day to just relax and be together.  We didn't do the snow dance, but maybe we will get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4903806131738053607?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4903806131738053607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4903806131738053607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4903806131738053607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4903806131738053607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7480877776726076187</id><published>2010-01-31T08:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:08:11.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>My heart is so heavy with the situation at school.  My students continue to amaze me.  One of my parents wrote an email to the director of Elementary Education in our district and told her that I needed some sort of recognition for the work I have done with her son.  I am humbled.  The thing is, I don't see it as doing much.  I have brought him consistency in a world where he has none.  This is the little guy that was homeless over Christmas.  I have loved him when he was out of control.  I hold him until he calms down.  I still love him.  I love them all and that is the problem.  I truly believe God is telling me that I must leave and apply for positions closer to home.  I truly believe that because of my new qualifications, I will be transferred to another school that is even further away from home.  For those of you who have lived in Colorado in the winter, this can be really tricky.  The heaviness comes when I think of leaving these beautiful children.  So many people have given up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with my principal concerning the possibilities of me transferring to another school.  I told her that if I could stay in my current position, at my current school, I would stay.  She looked at me and said "start applying in your district".  Well, that hit me like a wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call last week from my neighbor.  She specifically called to make sure I was applying for positions in the district close to our home so that she could come and work for me.  This was the second call of this nature in one weekend.  I get it that I have options and that I am wanted in other places.  I know I will succeed, but I just can't get past leaving the kiddos and families I currently serve. I saw an opening at Discovery Canyon, the school closest to where I live.  I met every single requirement, except that I can't start until August.  I know I will get a job somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I am a Christian and truly believe in prayer.  Believe me, I have been praying like crazy over this.  Here is what has happened this week.  I opened my devotional study book yesterday and it was talking about how God told the people to circle the walls of Jericho seven times and then stop.  Just stop and let God be God.  I realized that I have not been doing this.  I circle those walls at least 100 times a day.  I need to just circle a couple of times (fret over this) and then trust that God is God and things will be as they are truly supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people that I truly hope to meet when I get to heaven is Fred Rogers.  Mister Rogers spoke to me as a child.  I would like to think that it was partly his wisdom that led me to this career teaching these special children.  I have often thought of the things he used to say on his show as I teach.  I use some of his expressions.  Last Friday night, I went grocery shopping after school.  I can't resist the discount book bin.  I looked in and there on top was a book that caught my eye.  "Life's Journeys According to Mister Rogers - Things to Remember Along the Way".  I opened it up and I started to cry, right there in the store.  This is what it said on the page I opened to.  "Transitions are almost always signs of growth, but they can bring feelings of loss.  To get somewhere new, we may have to leave somewhere else behind."  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7480877776726076187?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7480877776726076187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7480877776726076187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7480877776726076187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7480877776726076187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5358032306075576083</id><published>2010-01-23T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:42:11.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>This week was much better.  Still busy, but I like it that way.  I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; meeting and our school was observed to receive our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; accreditation.  I think we did just fine.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; meeting went smoothly.  I used to really freak out about these meetings.  They are legal documents and I am responsible for planning each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; educational and behavioral goals for the next year.  Big responsibility.  I make it and then present it to the parents.  It's getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something spectacular happened this week.  One of my kiddos has been in a Spanish class, at school, for the last three years.  He doesn't say very much.  He has significantly progressed over the last couple of years.  He is different and everyone knows it.  He knows it.  Last week, he was in his Spanish class and the teacher asked who would like to come to the front of the room and converse in Spanish with her puppet.  My little guy never volunteers, but last week he did.  The teacher called on him and expected him to just stand there or not say much.  Instead, he had a full conversation with the puppet, in Spanish.  The teacher couldn't believe it.  The teacher cried tears of hope and amazement.  The teacher emailed his Mom and thanked me for making such a difference in the life of these children.  I am humbled that God chose me to teach these special little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so torn.  We have made progress.  I have been blessed by these children.  I feel like I built the barn to watch it burn, if the board is serious about closing my classroom.  The district is 7 million dollars short next year.  The state has cut budgets as never before.  They say they don't want the children to suffer, but they will.  We don't have enough money for the basics at our school.  I am just sad that my classroom may be cut short or changed.  I fear that the progress, in these students, will be cut short.  I feel guilty looking for a job in another district, but unsure as to whether mine will be renewed, in my district, next year.  Please pray for me and my students.  We all face an uncertain future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5358032306075576083?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5358032306075576083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5358032306075576083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5358032306075576083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5358032306075576083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7868496493576382628</id><published>2010-01-16T14:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:31:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work</title><content type='html'>I am sick because I worked too much, last week.  I put in over 55 hours last week and I am just plain pooped.  I am working in IEPs, going to board meetings about my job, I had a class, etc..  I knew last week was going to be bad, I just didn't know how bad.  Now I am paying for it with a cold.  I think the Lord is forcing me to slow down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a highlight that I want to mention.  One of the parents of my students went to the school board meeting and specifically praised my program and class.  I was proud as punch.  The parent thanked me for all that I have done for their child.  There.  It's all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7868496493576382628?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7868496493576382628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7868496493576382628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7868496493576382628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7868496493576382628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3803159028519098122</id><published>2010-01-10T08:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:19:20.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going</title><content type='html'>Last week was one tough week.  I knew it would be.  I had no idea it would be quite as bad as it really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spare you with all the details, but basically, one of my paras is a big bully.  She constantly complains about things and she is rough with my students.  Rough meaning loud and not real loving.  Sometimes, this works.  Most of the time, it just doesn't .  We are working with kids, not prisoners.  She called me three times one evening.  I was afraid to be alone with her after school because I thought she would berate and yell at me as she did one of my other paras.  Yes, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;principal&lt;/span&gt; is very involved.  I love my principal.  She is the very best and a great leader.  She supports me all the way.  I have spent so much time with her this last week.  I can't just fire this para.  It doesn't work that way.  She needs to do something that is grossly negligent.  I don't want to fire her.  Well, yes I do, but I would like to help her gain some social skills.  I teach children social skills.  The problems is, she needs to be open to learning.  Don't we all?  Somehow, we have to get beyond the accusing, denying and get down to the learning.  I would love to help her, but I don't know if it is possible.  Please pray for the situation.  It is driving me nuts, but I am hoping that some good will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good stuff.  I worked out three times last week.  All of my students are at school, including the little guy that spent 6 days in foster care.  Laura and I are doing better, thanks to a counselor.  Becca is studying hard to prepare for "Battle of the Books".  Tom is doing well at work.  He got a special award for a project that he did.  LIFE IS GOOD!!!  GOD IS FAITHFUL!!  I have to keep reminding myself of these truths and just keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3803159028519098122?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3803159028519098122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3803159028519098122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3803159028519098122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3803159028519098122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7541324364701548936</id><published>2010-01-06T19:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:17:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over it.</title><content type='html'>I tell you, some days, I absolutely hate working with adult women.  Bring on the kids.  Bring on their disabilities.  Just let me be with them, teach them, love them.  Let me not have to supervise catty women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The para I mentioned, confronted another para today.  She then called me at home, wanting to rag on the para she confronted.  I told her to take her problems to the principal.  The principal is well aware of what is happening.  I am done with the cat fighting.  Just let me be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much better topic.  Becca passed her swimming test at the YMCA, last Sunday night.  She was not supposed to be swimming in the lanes unless she had passed the test.  The Life Guard saw her swim and said "take the test".  She did and passed.  No time to be nervous.  I am so proud of her, but more importantly, she is proud of herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7541324364701548936?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7541324364701548936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7541324364701548936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7541324364701548936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7541324364701548936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-over-it.html' title='Getting over it.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7476081819629672347</id><published>2010-01-04T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:36:24.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Mad.</title><content type='html'>I am just plain mad tonight.  I got a call from one of my paraprofessionals that said another one of my paraprofessionals was complaining about my program, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt;, in front of a bunch of other paras in the district.  The complaining one is known to stir trouble.  I was totally unaware of some of her accusations.  She is just stirring trouble.  She complained about our dress code at school (no jeans).  She wants it taken to the head of SPED for the district, instead of talking to our principal about her concerns.  The principal made the rule.  Why didn't she talk to her?  I just need to vent.  I LOVE the kids, but I swear I hate being the supervisor of adults who refuse to grow up. It really got my dander up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my Dad is not doing well.  He is currently on a ventilator at a local hospital.  He has fluid build up in his lungs.  Currently, he is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for me and another for my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7476081819629672347?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7476081819629672347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7476081819629672347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7476081819629672347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7476081819629672347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-plain-mad.html' title='Just Plain Mad.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1749747249487894174</id><published>2010-01-03T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:47:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes for 2010.</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow I am back to work.  I miss my students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year should be very interesting.  I am thinking that my program will probably be no more, or look very different, so that means out to look for a new job, for me.  I am hoping and working for weight loss this year.  I am praying for more communication in our family.  Laura and I have struggled lately, in this area.  I am dreaming about better pay for Tom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I hope for peace.  World peace, family peace, but most of all, peace within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1749747249487894174?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1749747249487894174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1749747249487894174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1749747249487894174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1749747249487894174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopes-for-2010.html' title='Hopes for 2010.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5523285348746200255</id><published>2009-12-31T12:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:57:57.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years Eve everyone.  May the new year bring us closer together and may we all find happiness in the things that really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5523285348746200255?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5523285348746200255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5523285348746200255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5523285348746200255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5523285348746200255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6389381617562167144</id><published>2009-12-30T08:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:16:06.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's Eve Eve</title><content type='html'>The guests are gone.  I did alright, but I am left with a mix of emotions.  So glad that Tom and I have each other and that we are happily married.  I am so thankful for my kids.  I am thankful that we have a house to sleep in and food to eat.  I am also thankful that my guests are gone and it's just us, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we had dinner with the Fishers.  They came over for lasagna.  I made a seafood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; lasagna.  It was really yummy.  Lisa made a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt;/cheese lasagna.  Good food and good friends.  Doesn't get much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Deb and I are off to see the movie "It's Complicated".  Tom, Doug and the girls are off to see "Avatar".  It should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6389381617562167144?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6389381617562167144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6389381617562167144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6389381617562167144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6389381617562167144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years-eve-eve.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s Eve Eve'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3827502759871032034</id><published>2009-12-29T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:01:37.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guests in the house.</title><content type='html'>We have a friend that just drops in from time to time.  Such is the case, this morning.  We picked her up, in Denver, last night.  She really pushes buttons that I have a hard time with.  I know that through her God is teaching me patience, humility, hospitality, and a whole lot of other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unemployed and recently divorced.  My heart tells me to be kind, but my head wants to say, "if you weren't so lazy, these things wouldn't happen.".  See, I do have a mean streak. I know that there are things in life that are out of our control and I don't know where I would be if I were in her shoes.  She says she is going back to school in January.  I think what I am supposed to do is, support her.  Encourage her to do well in school.  She is a little bit older than me, so I felt safe in saying that "at our age, you can still learn and have a whole new career".  Please pray for me as I pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go make breakfast for this house guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3827502759871032034?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3827502759871032034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3827502759871032034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3827502759871032034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3827502759871032034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/guests-in-house.html' title='Guests in the house.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-969336683059154806</id><published>2009-12-28T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:05:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I am already counting the days until I go back to school.  It's always this way after a break.  I want to see my students, but I dread the stress it brings.  I am trying to figure out a  way to handle this a little better in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we head back, I know that there will be big changes coming, in my program.  I started this site based program at our school.  In case you don't know, I have a site based program for children who have Autism.  It has been tough.  I was asked to apply to be a para and I walked out of the interview, the teacher.  I had two weeks to pass the Colorado PLACE exam and start the Teacher in Residency program.  I passed and started school.  I have had classes most Saturdays for two years.  I made it and passed with As.  The program has doubled in size.  The children have made progress.  I can't even get my head around all that I have learned.  I can write an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; with the best of them.  I passed my certification exam last month and now I am getting ready for my last semester of school.  It has been such a roller coaster ride.  I am really tired, but it is the kind of tired that comes after you have worked really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these good things have happened because I have trusted God with each and every step that I have taken.  If I hadn't, there would have been absolutely no way I could have done it.  I am now getting ready for another chapter to begin.  I have been told, through rumors, that my program is going to be dissolved.  I feel like I have built the barn to watch it burn.  On the other hand, the s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chool&lt;/span&gt; where I work is way out east and my commute is long.  The district is not known to be the best and they tend to do things like dissolve programs when they are up and running.  I don't really want to continue to work for this district, anyway.  The problem is that I don't know how to let go of my kiddos and the paraprofessionals that work for me.  The dissolving of the program is a very strong rumor.  It might not be announced for sure until June.  That way, the district won't have to deal with parents as much.  That will be too late to look for another job in another district.  I don't want my kids and families to think I have given up on them, yet I can't tell them what is happening with the district.  It is so stressful.  I am trying to take it one day at a time.  I am getting my resume ready to apply for positions in two other school districts that are much closer to where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey is the most rewarding and the most stressful time in my life.  Please keep the prayers coming as there are days that that is what keeps me going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-969336683059154806?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/969336683059154806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=969336683059154806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/969336683059154806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/969336683059154806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4588831120309242145</id><published>2009-12-27T09:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:58:53.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls.</title><content type='html'>Laura and Becca are getting so mature.  It makes me proud and sad all at the same time.  I am left with questions like "Have I done all that I can to prepare them for the big world?".  I know you can't turn back the clock, but I would love to spend just a day, back with them when they were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca is in fifth grade and she goes to school in District 49, with me.  We have so enjoyed this time together.  As I write this, the year is half over and I will dread next year when she is not with me anymore, during my commute to and from school.  She is a beautiful girl.  Still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; and still has big blue eyes.  She is our "girlie girl".  She loves anything pink and frilly.  She loves to dress and she tells me when I am not wearing something that meets her standards.  I am so proud of her as she is hard at work, preparing for "Battle of the Books".  She made the team and has five books to read over winter break.  She will start competing in the spring.  The team competes against other schools, answering questions about books.  Kind of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/span&gt;", book version of the game for kids.  She is really dedicated and we are so proud of her.  She no longer wants to play the violin.  I am a little sad, but I don't want to push.  She has requested voice lessons starting in the spring.  We are going to find a teacher up in our neck of the woods and we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is getting ready for high school.  Where did the time go?  She and I have had some communication issues, as of late.  Teenagers are tough.  I love her so much, but I often don't tell her in a way that she understands.  I seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; her constantly.  Please pray for our relationship.  We are so proud of her.  She is doing well academically without much of a push.  That feels good.  She is so gifted with singing and now she plays the guitar.  She has taken guitar lessons for about six months and she is quite good.  She was asked to sing in the praise band at church.  She dropped band, last quarter.  She has decided to sing in the choir and she has joined the drama class at school.  I think she will do well.  She continues to draw and is gifted in this area too.  She submitted a letter and was accepted into the 3-D art class, at school.  She is truly my "artsy" kid.  She is not a "girlie girl" in the least.  She will roll her eyes when she sees anything pink.  Forget getting her to wear a dress.  She is going on a mission trip through church, over Spring Break.  She will be going to San Diego to do "Backyard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bible School&lt;/span&gt;" type stuff.  I am so glad that she has held strong in her faith.  It seems like yesterday when I was off on mission trips.  They changed my life for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4588831120309242145?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4588831120309242145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4588831120309242145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4588831120309242145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4588831120309242145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-girls.html' title='My girls.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5579520689424502966</id><published>2009-12-26T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:41:12.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to say.</title><content type='html'>I am so far behind in my writing, I don't know where to begin.  I have decided to take it one day and one subject at a time, over time.  I am recovering from all the mental stuff going on this year.  I have been torn up and down and it has been so tough.  I also know that God is good and that I have been given the strength to make it through.  The next few posts may be a bit deep, but I think one of the reasons I have struggled, is because I haven't written in so long.  I can't divulge all that has happened due to privacy obligations, but I know that I need to write it out and I know that the folks who read this are my nearest and dearest friends.  I am on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; daily, but only a few know about this blog.  I think this is where I truly spill my guts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing on my mind is me.  I suppose that's where I will focus today.  I am realizing that age is sinking in.  I want to run from it as fast as I can.  In doing that, I have changed my career, gone back to school (straight A's, got my certification, and only one more semester left), kept up with 10 private violin students, started working more than full time, maintained a family (as best I could), celebrated almost 23 years of marriage and have pretty much maintained sanity in the midst of it all.  Pretty much.  I realize that I have been unable to keep up with this post and my friends as much as I would have liked.  Next year, in April, I will be done with my schooling.  I want to concentrate on my friends and family.  I realize that I have lost a bit of me and my friends in all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fearing the aging process, I have come to realize that it is inevitable and that it is not all that bad.  My mind still  runs with the young, actually a little better as I am more disciplined for studying.  I realize that my career change is something that I was called, by God, to do. He has reminded me of this again and again.  He didn't say it would be easy and believe me, it is not.  He has been faithful in his promise to give me strength.  My family and friends have been so faithful.  This crazy time has reminded me of who my friends really are.  Thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health has been alright, but as this aging thing kicks in, I realize I have got to change some of my ways.  I have joined the YMCA and I feel so good when I get the chance to go and work out.  Becca enjoys going with me.  I have made each member of our family commit to walking a 5k this year.  Due to school, I was unable to keep up with my running as all the races were on Saturdays and I had class.  After April, that will change and we can go do some races together.  Carol has been a blessing to me as we still walk together, at 5:30 am, twice per week.  Not so much lately as the weather is REALLY cold.  We are talking negative digits in the mornings.  I need to make more time for "me" to get fit physically as well as emotionally.  It just helps.  Jen, you have kept me motivated.  I still think that if you can run multiple marathons with twin boys and a baby girl, I should be able to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boodie&lt;/span&gt; out there and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to know that there is peace in aging.  I don't worry so much about what others think.  I WANT to do what is right, most of the time.  I realize that in each of us there is inner beauty.  I am at peace knowing that it's not the money that matters.  You MUST do what you are called to do in order to have peace (though more money for teachers would be awesome).  I realize that the little things are the BIG things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that aging is inevitable.  We all know what the alternative is and that is definitely worse.  My grandma is 95 years old.  I talk to her weekly.  She tells me that she is ready to go home.  She says that she has lived long enough.  I haven't.  There are still things I want to do.  I wonder how long you have to live to come to the place where this world is enough.  When you are at peace with death.  I don't think of myself as old when I speak with my "Granny".  I feel very young as she tells me that I have a lot of living left to do.  She is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5579520689424502966?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5579520689424502966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5579520689424502966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5579520689424502966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5579520689424502966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-to-say.html' title='Lots to say.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8860441482423888584</id><published>2009-12-07T20:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:48:07.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay.</title><content type='html'>In the last two days, I have had as many people ask about my status as I have not blogged in a couple of MONTHS. So sorry. Life has indeed gotten hectic. I will try to be better. I have to say that you all have made me feel loved just knowing that you check my blog to check on us. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, in mid October, we took a few days and went to Estes Park with the girls. We had a great time. We visited the Stanley Hotel and we spent a couple of days at Rocky Mountain National Park. For those of you who are not from Colorado, October is Elk mating season. We went to see and hear the Elk. We were not disappointed. We heard their peculiar call and we saw a ton of them. The park is just plain gorgeous. Good family times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all of this time, I have continued going to school on the weekends. I have finished yet another semester. One more to go and then I am done. I found out today that I passed my teacher certification exam and am now a real deal, board certified teacher. I still can't believe how my life has changed. Twenty years ago, I had no idea that I would be a teacher. This has truly been a God given journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, Laura was selected to sing in the praise and worship band at church. We are really proud of her. We just wish she would sing for us. She has decided to drop band and join choir next semester. Finally, I have been telling her to join choir for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca is finishing fifth grade at Meridian Ranch Elementary School, with me. I am enjoying her so much. We love our 30 minute commute through the countryside, to school. She loves the horses, cows and we say hello to the llamas every morning. We dream about living in Black Forest as we drive through it every day. I have really enjoyed spending this precious time with my precious daughter. I will really miss her next year, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told about a month ago that my program for children with Autism, may be dissolved next year. No worries. I am looking forward to applying for positions in District 20 or 38, next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been so supportive through all of this craziness. He remains my rock. He is my biggest fan and I don't know what I would do without him. He has been busy with work and picking up the slack for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Jenny is back home with my parents. She is about to take her exam to sell insurance. We are all praying that this will be her chance to get her life back together. My Dad continues to go up and down. In October, he had his gall bladder removed. He just got out of the hospital from have a skin cancer removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammie and Daniel are just fine. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I talk to them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I usually check in daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all of your support and concern. I will try to check in more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8860441482423888584?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8860441482423888584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8860441482423888584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8860441482423888584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8860441482423888584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-fo-rthe-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3804292870669479453</id><published>2009-10-12T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:02:04.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the boss and Happy Birthday Jake and John.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to our favorite Godsons in the whole wide world.  Jake and John turn four today.  Wasn't it just yesterday we were waiting for Jen to give birth to them?  Wasn't it just yesterday I watched them learn to walk and talk? I miss them so very much.  I sure hope they come and visit next Summer.  Life has never been the same since they moved to Tennessee and we miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and I are on Fall break.  Too bad she is down with what we think is Swine Flu.  She keeps spiking a temperature and she feels "just plain aweful".  As I write this we are on hold with the pediatrician to get her in and evaluated.  We and the rest of Colorado Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I need to vomit all over this page and complain about my job.  If anybody has any suggestions, please let me know.  I am really struggling with my role as a manager of the paraprofessionals in my classroom.  I have six women who work for me and three of them are just plain "catty" and they constantly complain.  They complain about the tasks I ask them to perform.  They talk about me in the break room.  One of them is not nice to my students.  It makes work extra stressful and I am sick of it.  I put an end to it, last week, before we got out for Fall Break.  I layed the law down on Tuesday and told them that if they did not like their work or my classroom, they could quit.  Now, two of them are being sarcastic and sneaky.  The third one is just plain two faced.  None of them will speak to me.  I am thinking that I need to get over it and realize that I am the "boss".  That's not me.  I want us all to get along.  I want us all to like each other.  I know this is not realistic and I sure think this part of my job stinks.  I have implemented some things to encourage communication and improvement, but the "Three Muskateers" are'nt real receptive.  I think this is a growing process for me.  I am learning so much about management.  I am really not sure I like it.  Why did God make me the boss?  I am not the "bossy" type.  At least, I don't think I am the "bossy" type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3804292870669479453?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3804292870669479453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3804292870669479453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3804292870669479453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3804292870669479453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-boss-and-happy-birthday-jake-and.html' title='Being the boss and Happy Birthday Jake and John.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2140705601914971798</id><published>2009-09-25T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:09:53.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the week.</title><content type='html'>Well, I finished the progress reports.  Michelle wanted to know if they were hard.  Yeah, they were in a way.  It shows me how much work I have to do this year, but it also shows me how far my little ones have come.  I have a great story to share.  I have a kiddo who can't stand crowds and his third grade class was doing a reenactment of Ellis Island.  He started in one classroom, which was a big boat. The next classroom was where you got your papers, the next was the health room, etc..  When my little guy was standing in the room that was the boat, he got claustrophobic and shouted "I don't want to go to America.  Just leave me on the boat".  It struck me as so funny.  Perhaps there were a few immigrants who truly wish they had stayed on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am off to class in the am and then off to the hospital to visit one of the paras that works for me.  She has kidney stones and has felt plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;.  Please keep her in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing it was last weekend again with Jen and Julia here.  This weekend is sort of a let down without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2140705601914971798?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2140705601914971798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2140705601914971798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2140705601914971798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2140705601914971798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-week.html' title='End of the week.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4154153704045067294</id><published>2009-09-21T17:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:52:16.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in summer</title><content type='html'>That's right folks.  3-4 inches in our parts today.  Actually out where I teach school.  Way less, but still snow, where we live.  Fall starts tomorrow, so we have officially had snow in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best birthday, yesterday.  Jen Janus and Julia came to visit from Tennessee.  I miss Jen so much.  She is such a healthy inspiration to me.  She ran a half marathon on Saturday, while I got to watch baby Julia.  Happy Birthday to me!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I joined my good friend Nancy and Debra at Maggie Moos for lowfat fruit smoothies.  MMmmm!!!!  Becca made me breakfast in bed.  Her first made from scratch oatmeal.  It had absolutely no butter or sugar.  Mm???  I love my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I have meetings and more meetings as well as a day to myself to prepare report cards.  Wow, what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4154153704045067294?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4154153704045067294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4154153704045067294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4154153704045067294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4154153704045067294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/09/snow-in-summer.html' title='Snow in summer'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1700753080308626357</id><published>2009-09-12T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:42:18.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week.</title><content type='html'>I tell you, this has been one tough week, but God has been good much and shown me much.  I can never divulge all the things that go on in my classroom and in their little lives, but suffice to say, "life just isn't fair".  I know that is why I am their teacher.  The little guy that I thought I was going to lose is now staying.  Praise God!!  We are his only stability.  I will bring him a soft toothbrush and toothpaste on Monday so that at least that part of him will be clean.  Not all have bad families.  My heart goes out to some of the parents and I am amazed at the work and progress some of these children have done because of their parents.  It is proof that love can conquer. When I walk out of the building at the end of the day, I am emotionally and physically spent.  I can rest knowing that the district has gotten their moneys worth out of me. I also look forward to the next day.  As crazy as it is, this is where God has placed me and it is good.  My team and I are changing these little lives for the better.  They hit me, spit on me, scratch me, flash me, scream, run and totally act out.  No matter, I am there.  I still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Tom and I took Laura out to dinner for a little talk.  Yes world, Laura still believed in Santa, the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, etc.  We set her straight.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt;.  She didn't cry, but you could tell that her little world became a little smaller and she sat across from us and grew up just a little.  It was a moment that was bitter sweet.  She is becoming a beautiful woman and at the same time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; want to hang on to my little girl.  She promised not to let Becca in on it and help us with the secret one last year for her. My how they grow up so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1700753080308626357?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1700753080308626357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1700753080308626357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1700753080308626357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1700753080308626357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-week.html' title='Long week.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8810609149236288462</id><published>2009-09-06T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:55:16.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a service at church today.  It really spoke to my heart.  I have this one kiddo and his parents should not be parents.  I love him and I see progress in his social skills.  The problem is, the mom has moved him across town and out of my district.  I may lose him.  My heart has been heavy all weekend, just thinking about it.  There was a woman, today, at church,  who talked about having to give up her foster children, after having them for a year.  She talked about mourning the loss and her heart breaking.  She also said that God only gave those boys to her for a season and as bad as it hurt, that's all she was given.  I got it.  Just a season.  Just a while in Mrs. Russell's class.  I do what I can and then I MUST let them go.  That's tough.  It's what makes me a great teacher and it's what hurts me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and his family came for brisket last night. Casey dressed out, but didn't get to play.  The Falcons won 72-0.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doolies&lt;/span&gt; had to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pushups&lt;/span&gt; each time the Falcon's scored.  That was a total of 410 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pushups&lt;/span&gt;.  Poor freshmen.  It was good to be with Casey's parents.  The more we see them, the more I know why we like Casey so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Becca, Tom and myself worked hard yesterday around the house.  We didn't go to the Balloon Fest because we had the old BBQ going and then we found out they didn't lift off due to fog.  It looked foggy this morning, so again, we didn't go.  Of course they lifted off an hour late.  We will try again tomorrow.  Maybe try the balloon glow tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8810609149236288462?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8810609149236288462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8810609149236288462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8810609149236288462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8810609149236288462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/09/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6598452771642143451</id><published>2009-08-28T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:37:55.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too close</title><content type='html'>How do I draw the line between being a good teacher and being too close, giving my heart and soul to my special students?  For some, my team are the only moms they have.  I have eight students.  Three of them come from homes that don't deserve them.  I love my boys and it breaks my heart to see them suffer.  Thanks to my great team, family and friends, I feel very supported and loved.  It's just that my boys have their own special place in my being and I want to fix all of their problems.  I know that I can't fix it, but it doesn't help the hole in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am off to class and then we are preparing for next weekend.  The big Balloon Fest is next weekend.  We are expecting company for a Russell BBQ.  It should be lots of fun and a great time for me to unwind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6598452771642143451?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6598452771642143451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6598452771642143451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6598452771642143451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6598452771642143451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-close.html' title='Too close'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2916121532368557056</id><published>2009-08-25T06:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:24:05.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard times.</title><content type='html'>I think we have officially hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teenagerhood&lt;/span&gt; at our house.  It is tough and no fun, at times.  Laura and I are barely speaking.  This makes me grumpy with the whole world.  I love my Laura so much, but lately, it's a good day if we grumble happily at each other.  It feels as though I am worse than dirt to her.  I know this will pass, but I think it is passing like a gall stone.  Please say a prayer for us and our communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is back home with my parents.  Lots of stuff going on that I can't get into, but it's a mess.  I do feel better knowing the children are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I spent most of Saturday in class.  I was amazed, when I got home, because the family had done 3/4 of the Saturday chores.  This was a REAL treat.  I have been grateful fever since.  Sunday, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elitch&lt;/span&gt; Gardens to squeeze out one more day of summer.  It was hot and super crowded.  We squeezed out summer, let's toss it, and bring on the fall.  It seems as though our cadet is super busy this semester, so he couldn't go with us.  We miss him, but we are hoping to catch some of his football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the administrators at my school, blessed us with a new room.  I am so in love with our new, bigger space.  I think my boys are going to just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, off to school to write yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2916121532368557056?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2916121532368557056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2916121532368557056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2916121532368557056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2916121532368557056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-times.html' title='Hard times.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2776749277094091128</id><published>2009-08-18T06:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:11:54.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better.</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the YMCA.  Tom swam with Becca and I did my weights.  The weights are something I have to do per my trainer for toning.  I really like it.  I don't ever want to be a Mrs. Hercules, but I am beginning to feel stronger.  I also notice that more and more, I am becoming less stressed.  That's great.  My boys at school are a little less fretful too.  I think we are all getting back into the groove of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, my sister, comes home today with the babies.  Please pray that all goes well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, please say a prayer for Laura today.  It is her first day of eighth grade.  Wow, where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2776749277094091128?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2776749277094091128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2776749277094091128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2776749277094091128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2776749277094091128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3512886750256298719</id><published>2009-08-11T17:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:27:01.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it.</title><content type='html'>My boys are kicking my butt.  I am so tired and so grateful that God blessed me with girls.  I think they are just testing the teacher to see what I will and will not put up with.  I hope it gets better soon.  No much to say except please keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a visit from Jen real soon.  I can't wait to squeeze baby Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3512886750256298719?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3512886750256298719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3512886750256298719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3512886750256298719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3512886750256298719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-82471596705868562</id><published>2009-08-05T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:38:22.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>Becca started her last year of elementary school, today.  I am not sure how she feels about attending the new school, but the first day was fairly uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it was NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uneventful&lt;/span&gt;.  Unfortunately, I can't go into all the details about the happenings with my students, but it was one ROUGH day.  I am one TOUGH teacher, but man am I tired.  Gonna go make dinner. Clean house and start packing for the big BBQ competition this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-82471596705868562?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/82471596705868562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=82471596705868562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/82471596705868562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/82471596705868562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4847369170786981459</id><published>2009-08-04T07:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:09:56.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the run.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to let you know I am alive.  I have had such full days at school.  Yesterday was 12 hours and I could have done more.  It was meet and greet your teacher, so I saw all my kiddos.  I have missed them so much.  One brought me a card and wanted five hugs before he would go home.  Precious!!!  My special little babies.  It's gonna be a busy year.  By the way, I now have 8 precious babies.  Seven boys and one girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am off to a meeting that will be all blasted day long.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4847369170786981459?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4847369170786981459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4847369170786981459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4847369170786981459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4847369170786981459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-run.html' title='On the run.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8052727802113704498</id><published>2009-08-01T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:06:11.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tom and Laura</title><content type='html'>Every year it amazes me that I actually gave birth to Laura on Tom's birthday.  I couldn't have planned that if I had tried.  I have to tell you the 36 hour labor was totally worth it.  I can't believe I did that 13 years ago.  Laura is growing up fast.  I find myself wanting to hold on to her just a little more and tell her, slow down.  Tom took her and three of her friends to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elitch&lt;/span&gt; Gardens.  I had to work.  I think I got the better end of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, cake for Tom with friends.  He doesn't look 64, oh I mean 46.  He still makes my heart skip a beat and he is still the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to two of the people I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be me without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8052727802113704498?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8052727802113704498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8052727802113704498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8052727802113704498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8052727802113704498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-tom-and-laura.html' title='Happy Birthday Tom and Laura'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2353907048671763801</id><published>2009-07-30T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:48:50.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school for me.</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived the first day of school.  I am tired, but it felt good to be back in the swing of things.  I think it is going to be a good year.  I have a couple of new kids that I wasn't counting on, but I think I can handle it.  I was up at 6:00 this morning and went for a workout a the YMCA.  Becca joined Tom and I and we all worked out together.  It was really fun and a great way to start the day.  I do believe I will be going to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2353907048671763801?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2353907048671763801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2353907048671763801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2353907048671763801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2353907048671763801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-school-for-me.html' title='First day of school for me.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5517053536878687779</id><published>2009-07-29T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:53:24.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>Well, the classroom is pretty much ready.  Now to get myself mentally ready.  I plan on doing some of that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.  Becca has a really close "boy" friend.  She was asked to go over and play, but she said that she was too tired.  She has been working really hard in my classroom, but after questioning her, I think it is more than that.  Becca has started puberty.  Just beginning, but it is there.  I think she is feeling a little uncomfortable around boys.  I get it and I know it is natural.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; is this, when I cancelled the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt;, telling them Becca was tired, I think the boy was hurt.  He is a couple of years older than her, so I thought he might understand the "girl" thing, but I am not so sure.  How do I tell the parents of the boy why Becca doesn't want to "play" so much anymore?  When they play, it is pretend or things that don't interest her so much.  It doesn't have anything to do with the boy other than the fact that he is a boy.  Any suggestions? I don't want her to be forced into doing something she feels uncomfortable doing.  She said to me, "Mom, if they are going to be mad then I will go".  I did not give in to the possible anger of someone else.  I didn't want her to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laden&lt;/span&gt; with the guilt.  Goodness knows, I know all about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anybody has any suggestions, let me know.  Today is my last day of summer and I have lots to do.  I can't post as much during the school year, but I am going to do my best to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5517053536878687779?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5517053536878687779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5517053536878687779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5517053536878687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5517053536878687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do_29.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4037393515813986238</id><published>2009-07-27T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:02:52.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great.  Relaxing.  Today, not so much.  I am off to school to finish the classroom come "hell or high water".  I really want to finish up today and have the next two days to relax a bit and not think about school so much. Becca is going with me and she has proven to be a great helper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we are off to the YMCA for swimming.  That should be relaxing after a hard day of classroom prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4037393515813986238?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4037393515813986238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4037393515813986238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4037393515813986238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4037393515813986238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4171792948853708528</id><published>2009-07-26T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:47:52.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>I refuse to do school work or house work today.  Maybe a load of laundry or two, but that's it.  I think I am calling Deb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harnly&lt;/span&gt; and we will be off to Goodwill.  That's relaxing to me.  I am chomping at the bit to get my classroom finished, but today, I must rest.  It is so hard for me to relax and my blood pressure proves it.  I am working hard at relaxing more.  That is so tough for me.  I am constantly on the go and therefore, constantly tired.  Gotta fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca had a great time at horse camp last week.  I hope to download pictures and get them off next week.  Now, she wants a horse.  I am thinking about letting the girls have riding lessons next fall.  That is a lot cheaper than trying to own a horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go and get ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4171792948853708528?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4171792948853708528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4171792948853708528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4171792948853708528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4171792948853708528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2159990806345271480</id><published>2009-07-23T08:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:06:59.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just working today.</title><content type='html'>Off to another school to meet with other teachers to plan next year.  Then, off to school to clean, organize and get ready for next Thursday.  That's right folks.  Next Thursday, I officially go back to school.  So much for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I will work out at the YMCA with Becca and then we are off to an outdoor movie at a local mall.  Busy, busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Laura tried a drumming exercise class at the Y.  Tom said it kicked his butt.  Laura absolutely hated it.  I can't get her interested in exercise.  I am hoping that as we ALL go to the YMCA, she will either find something active to do or be totally bored.  I don't know if this strategy will work, but I am going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2159990806345271480?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2159990806345271480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2159990806345271480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2159990806345271480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2159990806345271480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/jjust-working-today.html' title='Just working today.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8314096067896259844</id><published>2009-07-22T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:15:17.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the summer.</title><content type='html'>Just realizing, today, that summer is really about over for me.  I wish the heat were over.  Becca is at horse camp for two more days and I have one more week out of school.  As I said yesterday, I am so excited about school starting, but there is another big part of me that dreads the hustle and bustle of the new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out at the YMCA, yesterday, for the first time.  I really liked it.  I am trying to not get too excited so that the enthusiasm lasts.  Does that make sense?  I know this will have to be a lifestyle change and I want it to be as enjoyable as possible.  It's also a great way to spend time as a family.  Becca and I worked out together yesterday. Her swimming skills are getting better and better.  Tom and Laura are off to a drumming exercise class this afternoon.  I did my walk this morning with the gals in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8314096067896259844?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8314096067896259844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8314096067896259844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8314096067896259844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8314096067896259844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-summer.html' title='End of the summer.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2050269410419377679</id><published>2009-07-21T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:59:07.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back in the swing of school.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went in to school for four hours.  I can't believe I am saying this, but I can't wait for school to begin.  I miss my kids.  I really love them and I can't wait to see how they have grown.  Last year was so stressful and I am determined to take better care of myself this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Tom, Becca and myself all have appointments with a trainer at the YMCA.  I hope mine is really cute and not critical of all the extra baggage.  I hope to alleviate that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a student at the door, so I must go for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2050269410419377679?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2050269410419377679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2050269410419377679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2050269410419377679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2050269410419377679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-back-in-swing-of-school.html' title='Getting back in the swing of school.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6064997141214371837</id><published>2009-07-17T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:04:00.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>The family had a great time with their marathon and Harry Potter.  Laura invited a guest and Andre came over to watch the movies with Becca.  They watched all five movies and then headed out to the theatre where they waited in line for three hours.  I didn't go as I had a dental appointment the next day.  Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived back home at 3am.  Laura and her friend were giggling in the back seat of the car.  They had pumped so much caffeine, they couldn't stop laughing.  They told Tom that they wanted to wait in the car a few moments, to calm down, before coming in an waking the house with their laughter.   Tom said fine and went in the house.   He was really tired as it was 3am.  He was on autopilot and locked all of the doors in the house.  This included the garage door, which locked Laura and her friend inside the garage.  At 4am, Tom had come to bed and was sound asleep, when I heard the garage door open.  I thought for sure someone was breaking into our home and the girls were sleeping in the living room, due to the guest.  I woke Tom up gently and told him that someone was in the garage.  He went downstairs to find Laura and her friend banging on the door. Needless to say, I had to get up and go to the dentist, but everyone else in the house slept till noon.  The moral to this story is, if you have a couple of giddy girls, make them come in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the YMCA, yesterday.  Becca had a great time at the pool last night.  I have an appointment with a trainer, next Tuesday.  He will orient me to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt; and help me get fit.  He also holds me accountable to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.  I think I need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am playing for a wedding tomorrow.  We love the couple and have been friends of their family since coming to Colorado.  I was talking to her mother and I just can't believe that we are old enough to have married children.  It seems like yesterday we were planning our wedding.  Time sure flies.  It has left me feeling a little sad.  It made me wonder what the next 22 years of marriage will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the girls and I are off to buy school clothes.  I have to make a trip up to my classroom to start moving furniture and putting my room in order.  I can't believe it's that time already. I sure look forward to seeing my kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, have a safe trip.  Michelle, package is coming.  To all the rest, have a blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6064997141214371837?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6064997141214371837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6064997141214371837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6064997141214371837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6064997141214371837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3344000954158578553</id><published>2009-07-14T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:04:42.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom going home today.</title><content type='html'>We have had a great time with Mom, this week.  We are all sad to see her go.  I am also struggling with my emotions as this is the most stress free visit we have ever had.  It has been pure joy.  Thanks for all of your prayers.  I think we all needed this.  I hope that my mom can go home rejuvenated and in a better state of mind.  My sister is still gone and we have not heard from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to do something really cool, yesterday. We hired the three paras that I wanted for my classroom next year.  I still don't know why God has made me the boss, thinking I would be a good manager for adults, but he did.  Yesterday it felt good to call these wonderful ladies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;congratulate&lt;/span&gt; them on getting their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to make breakfast for my geeks in the living room.  I mean that in the most loving way, but right now, I have Tom, Laura, Becca and Laura's friend in my living room watching a Harry Potter marathon.  They intend on watching all of the movies in order and then going to the 12:05 new movie premier, tonight.  They have had tickets for over a week.  GEEKS!!!!!  I love those little nerds, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3344000954158578553?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3344000954158578553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3344000954158578553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3344000954158578553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3344000954158578553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-going-home-today.html' title='Mom going home today.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6146401380966403867</id><published>2009-07-10T10:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:11:34.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted everyone to know that I am having a great time with Mom.  We spent four hours in Goodwill yesterday.  It's been seven years since she visited.  I hope it's not that long until she comes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6146401380966403867?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6146401380966403867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6146401380966403867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6146401380966403867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6146401380966403867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-update.html' title='Mom update'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-686672352899854640</id><published>2009-07-08T07:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:44:28.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>Mom came in late last night.  So far, nice visit.  I have a favor to ask.  For those of you who read my blog or have visited us, please tell my your favorite free place to spend time here in the Springs.  I want Mom's visit to be low key, but fun.  If anyone thinks of a must see beyond Garden of the Gods, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-686672352899854640?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/686672352899854640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=686672352899854640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/686672352899854640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/686672352899854640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2123030328070993705</id><published>2009-07-07T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:49:12.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom comes today.</title><content type='html'>Busy day today.  Mom comes tonight, another wedding rehearsal (for the same wedding as I rehearsed for last week) and lessons to give.  Why do I feel like my house needs to be spotless for my mother?  I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2123030328070993705?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2123030328070993705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2123030328070993705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2123030328070993705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2123030328070993705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-comes-today.html' title='Mom comes today.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4555518587796941798</id><published>2009-07-06T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:18:06.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>It was a very fine weekend.  We had lots of friends over on the fourth and the rain stopped so that we could enjoy the fireworks.  We got two displays from our driveway.  It was great to have new and old friends over.  In all we had 13 friends over.  We had to huddle and eat in our garage due to the rain.  Tom got out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chiminea&lt;/span&gt; and we roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Smores&lt;/span&gt;.  It was Valentina's (David's wife from Russia) first time eating the treat.  She thought they were yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I played with the band at church, outside.  We had an outdoor service. As we worshiped and I played, I am so thankful to live in such an absolutely gorgeous place.  The rain held off for that too.  Thank goodness, I had an electric violin in my hands as we heard thunder rumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we went back to Palmer Lake with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harnlys&lt;/span&gt; and Deb's Dad.  We didn't catch a thing, again, but we sure had fun.  I am blessed with great friends.  I especially love friends that aren't afraid to bait a hook with a night crawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, Mom comes.  I am praying that we have a great visit.  Also, please keep my sister, Jenny, in your prayers.  She has taken off with her children and we haven't heard from her in a week.  Supposedly she is in New Jersey.  Ghetto, New Jersey.  We are all scared and don't know what to do.  She is running, I think, from herself.  We love her so much and we pray that she comes to terms with whatever it is she needs to do, before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am off to clean house and do some school paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4555518587796941798?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4555518587796941798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4555518587796941798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4555518587796941798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4555518587796941798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5463680274262538550</id><published>2009-07-03T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:27:19.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before the fourth.</title><content type='html'>Lots and lots to do today.  I am off to Focus on the Family for some fun with my Goddaughter, Megan.  Then it's back home to do a little cleaning and then off to a date with my hubby.  I can't the last time we had a real date.  Becca is off to a sleepover and Laura is off at camp.  We pick Laura up tomorrow morning. Yeah!!!!  Big cookout planned for tomorrow to be topped off with fireworks from our driveway.  For those of you who don't know, we have the perfect view of the Air Force Academy fireworks display, from our driveway.  Tom gets out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chimanea&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Smores&lt;/span&gt; and we invite bunches of friends.  Should be fun.  Short and sweet today, but have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5463680274262538550?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5463680274262538550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5463680274262538550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5463680274262538550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5463680274262538550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-before-fourth.html' title='Day before the fourth.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1032025132205804832</id><published>2009-07-01T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:26:02.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Day</title><content type='html'>Lots of violin students today.  I have another rehearsal for church on Sunday.  Just seems like a  crazy day and for some reason I am really tired.  I feel like I could have slept and slept this morning.  I didn't though, I drug myself out of bed and did my walk with the gals.  Yes, Jen, through the Mount Baldy neighborhood with the killer hills.  I hope I'm not coming down with something.  Still missing Laura and I can't wait until Saturday when I pick her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1032025132205804832?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1032025132205804832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1032025132205804832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1032025132205804832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1032025132205804832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy Day'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8192072841303882672</id><published>2009-06-30T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:48:30.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Laura</title><content type='html'>The bad thing about camp is that there is no contact with your child for the whole week.  I am dealing a bit better with this, than in the past, but I still get freaked out.  I constantly wonder how she is and if she is having a good time.  I know.  Let go, let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and I are off for dental appointments (me) and a hair cut (her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8192072841303882672?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8192072841303882672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8192072841303882672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8192072841303882672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8192072841303882672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-laura.html' title='Missing Laura'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3696653644633664754</id><published>2009-06-29T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:28:51.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the New Mexico Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/Skjrv5xSZRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uLh2k0MkN_E/s1600-h/P6190004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/Skjrv5xSZRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uLh2k0MkN_E/s320/P6190004.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca in a Civil War camp at Fort Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjrwO7kx0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cp6a-B36cjw/s1600-h/P6190017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjrwO7kx0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/cp6a-B36cjw/s320/P6190017.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Roswell, even the street lights look like aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjrwceCsTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dS1XH0RaD-I/s1600-h/P6200025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjrwceCsTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dS1XH0RaD-I/s320/P6200025.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our descent into the caves at Carlsbad.  We descended 1,000 ft. total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/Skjrwrv0SJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/B82YBvazsss/s1600-h/P6220060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/Skjrwrv0SJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/B82YBvazsss/s320/P6220060.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliff dwellings we were crawling through at Bodlier.  There are over 3,000 dwellings found here to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7098068647820271441-3696653644633664754?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3696653644633664754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3696653644633664754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3696653644633664754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3696653644633664754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-of-new-mexico-pictures.html' title='Last of the New Mexico Pictures'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/Skjrv5xSZRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uLh2k0MkN_E/s72-c/P6190004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3303206357087864011</id><published>2009-06-29T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:22:14.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More New Mexico Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqM5o0CDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uApxXCRYjFM/s1600-h/P6220063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqM5o0CDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uApxXCRYjFM/s320/P6220063.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Laura in a Pueblo People dwelling at Bondelier National Park.  The cave dwelling dates back to the 1400s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqM7IwqtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/h6_fjThDmKQ/s1600-h/P6220066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqM7IwqtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/h6_fjThDmKQ/s320/P6220066.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Laura does not like her picture to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqNOD7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-FQY0rlWwbg/s1600-h/P6220068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqNOD7Z2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/-FQY0rlWwbg/s320/P6220068.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a rich folk cave dwelling.  Four or five rooms.  How big are our houses?  Something to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqNUNI2PI/AAAAAAAAAhE/g-PyTXbq5DA/s1600-h/P6210050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqNUNI2PI/AAAAAAAAAhE/g-PyTXbq5DA/s320/P6210050.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca feeding a Blue Jay at "The Living Desert Zoo" in Carlsbad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7098068647820271441-3303206357087864011?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3303206357087864011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3303206357087864011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3303206357087864011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3303206357087864011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-new-mexico-pictures.html' title='More New Mexico Pictures'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjqM5o0CDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/uApxXCRYjFM/s72-c/P6220063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7527829988929572008</id><published>2009-06-29T07:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:02:52.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfAxLmcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/S84kKBuIXfw/s1600-h/P6200038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfAxLmcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/S84kKBuIXfw/s320/P6200038.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; This is obviously a scene from the caves.  Sorry for the fuzziness. We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfVFfjzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pnuFb_fcVWg/s1600-h/P6200020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfVFfjzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/pnuFb_fcVWg/s320/P6200020.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Becca brought home an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfiY3p0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/5gu7IwIsEbI/s1600-h/P6200031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfiY3p0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/5gu7IwIsEbI/s320/P6200031.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Becca looking up at the witches finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura went with us too, but she hated having her picture taken.  I did get a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am still trying to get these darn pictures posted.  Give me grace and I will eventually figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is off to camp, so this will be a great week to spend some time with Becca.  My mom comes to visit next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 16px; height: 16px;" align="middle" border="0" /&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/7098068647820271441-7527829988929572008?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7527829988929572008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7527829988929572008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7527829988929572008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7527829988929572008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-mexico-road-trip.html' title='New Mexico Road Trip'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SkjIfAxLmcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/S84kKBuIXfw/s72-c/P6200038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5693619115345176608</id><published>2009-06-26T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:03:34.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for Elim</title><content type='html'>Today is packed.  No students, but I have a lot of shopping to do.  Laura leaves for camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elim&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday and I have to get her ready to go.  This includes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; box, cards for every day, clothes, etc..  She loves it there and I love that she goes.  It is a nondenominational christian camp in the woods.  She canoes, hikes, studies the bible, worships, swims, etc.  She always has a blast.  I always miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a happy Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5693619115345176608?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5693619115345176608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5693619115345176608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5693619115345176608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5693619115345176608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready-for-elim.html' title='Getting ready for Elim'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3727836028480184660</id><published>2009-06-25T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:53:07.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom's alright.</title><content type='html'>Tom's endoscopy went just fine yesterday.  Becca got a great kick out of watching him recover from the versed.  He was wheeled in and asked for a flashlight instead of his glasses.  I think he was still subconsciously thinking back to Carlsbad.  I am just so thankful that all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on to thinking of healthy things to make for dinner.  Does anybody have an especially good summer salad recipe that goes well with burgers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is to come and visit on July 7.  I am praying that this will be a nice, relaxing time for her.  We are all troubled by my younger sister, Jennifer.  I can't go into details on a blog page, but the situation has gotten ten times worse than in the past. Please say a prayer for my sister, her children and their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to clean the basement.  Oh what fun....Oh what fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3727836028480184660?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3727836028480184660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3727836028480184660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3727836028480184660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3727836028480184660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/toms-alright.html' title='Tom&apos;s alright.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1931980889214309836</id><published>2009-06-24T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:58:30.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the caves.</title><content type='html'>We had an absolutely wonderful time on our short little getaway.  We packed bunches in. I hope to have pictures posted soon, but I have to wait until my computer genius is feeling better.  If any of you hate hearing about others' vacations, skip today's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down we stopped at Fort Union on the Santa Fe Trail.  I am a big history buff, so I loved it.  Fort Union was a supply depot for travelers on the Santa Fe Trail and was also a training and storage supply facility for soldiers during the Civil War.  There was a pretty famous battle fought near there (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glorietta&lt;/span&gt;).  After a couple hours of Civil War, we moved on to Roswell, New Mexico.  Yes, the cite of the big alien landing in the 30s.  Again, photos to follow, but the street lights look like aliens.  The outer space kind, not the people kind.  We spent the night in Roswell and then we went on to Carlsbad.  It was amazing.  God does amazing work.  It was so beautiful and so vast, I can't put it in words.  The caves bothered me a bit in the beginning as I am claustrophobic, but once I spent a while down there, I was fine.  The sheer beauty took my mind off of being 1,000 ft. underground.  We spent five or six hours underground and still didn't see it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the surface and watched a million Mexican Bats leave the caves at dusk.  It looked like a huge swarm of bees only bigger.  I was amazed that they all know when to leave at just the right time, every day.  I also thought that it was amazing that out of a million bats, each mama bat recognizes its own baby when she returns in the morning. We were worn out, but mentally fed at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we started back home.  We stopped at a little zoo called the "Living Desert".  It was lots of fun, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; hot.  104 degrees to be exact.  We traveled on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, New Mexico, where we spent the night.  No bright lights here folks.  Michelle, I am sure I didn't see you there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, NM is a hole on the side of the road.  Almost a ghost town, but the history loving side of me was enthralled. I loved imagining what life must have been like 150 years ago. It reminded me of "Gun Smoke".  Remember the show?  If you do don't admit it because it was a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, on the way home, we took a side trip through Santa Fe and on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boldier&lt;/span&gt; National Park.  It was amazing.  We climbed and walked through the cliff dwellings from the Pueblo People.  They dated back to the 1400s.  It was amazing to discover that just because these folks lived in a cave, they had a lot going on.  They were brilliant in how they hunted, kept time, communicated.  We touched the pictographs on the walls.  No T.V., but lots of communication going on.  Through this communication, we could see that they worshiped, valued family and just lived day to day.  Just like we do today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home late Monday night.  We were exhausted and Tom was sick with a cold.  He is still recovering, but a little better.  Today, he is to have an endoscopy done.  As a lot of you know, Tom's brother is recovering from esophageal cancer.  Tom is clear.  He is not a smoker or a drinker, so I am sure his is just fine.  He does have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barretts&lt;/span&gt; Esophagus, so we want to keep an eye on things.  Please keep us in your prayers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1931980889214309836?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1931980889214309836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1931980889214309836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1931980889214309836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1931980889214309836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-caves.html' title='Back from the caves.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7177274013128222884</id><published>2009-06-17T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:26:05.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day.</title><content type='html'>One more day of classes, tomorrow.  My ethics paper, personal philosophy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;power point&lt;/span&gt;, and quiz are all DONE!!!!!  Lecture today wasn't bad.  I was sure dreading hearing an attorney drone on four five hours, but what he had to say made me feel better about what I do.  I am not so scared about being sued.  Aware, but not scared any more.  Tomorrow should be fun.  Class is about how to modify curriculum for SPED students and gifted kiddos.  That's half the day.  The other half is to be spent playing with cool toys.  We will explore learning assistance devices for our SPED kids.  That should be fun.  Then, it is back home for major packing and cleaning.  Michelle, you said that you have to clean everything before you go somewhere, I have that same problem.  Much cleaning, very little time.  I am doing my best and I am trying to let some of it go.  That is a really hard thing for me to do, as many of you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great talk with my sister, Tammie, today.  It's good to have a sister that is also your friend.  She makes me laugh.  She has known me for 39 years.  Besides my parents, she has been a soul mate longer than anyone else on the planet and believe it or not, she still loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7177274013128222884?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7177274013128222884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7177274013128222884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7177274013128222884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7177274013128222884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-day.html' title='One more day.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4528895172868839853</id><published>2009-06-16T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:28:20.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in school</title><content type='html'>I am soooo tired of class.  Two more days and then I am done.  It was so hard to sit through five hours of lexture today.  Yesterday we got tips on how to create our power point that is 25% of my grade and today was on reading.  Tomorrow is SPED Law.  BOOOOORRRRIIINNNGGG!!!I guess it won't be if I ever get sued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, we leave for Carlsbed on Friday.  I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4528895172868839853?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4528895172868839853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4528895172868839853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4528895172868839853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4528895172868839853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-in-school.html' title='Still in school'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2653105098781480611</id><published>2009-06-14T11:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:02:06.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts on teaching.</title><content type='html'>Well, the summer classes are not so easy.  In the last couple of days, I have had to develop my personal code of ethics AND my personal philosophy on teaching.  My brain hurts.  So does my heart.  I am trying so hard to better my students.  How can I write on paper all that I feel without sounding sappy?  How do I put into words all the challenges these children face and that I wish I could take it all away?  How do I put into words that half of them need new parents?  Much pondering going on.  That is all due on Tuesday.  I have a nine page &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;power point&lt;/span&gt; due on on Thursday and a quiz on Wednesday.  Did I mention I have five classes to complete between Monday and Thursday?  I must stop or I am going to be truly overwhelmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the Bass' are coming for BBQ turkey breast.  Tom Russell style.  It will be good to sit and talk with friends.  First, I have to go make sure my philosophy statement is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APA&lt;/span&gt; format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2653105098781480611?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2653105098781480611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2653105098781480611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2653105098781480611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2653105098781480611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/deep-thoughts-on-teaching.html' title='Deep thoughts on teaching.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5599003399859686272</id><published>2009-06-11T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:59:18.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in class</title><content type='html'>Class today consisted of too much thinking for summer.  It consisted of deep, deep thoughts.  As in I have to come up with my personal code of ethics about education and my personal code of conduct.  Deep, deep thoughts.  It has to be 300-400 words, single page, single space, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APA&lt;/span&gt; format.  Sound familiar.  School is still school.  Oh yeah, I have a nine page &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; due next Thursday too.  I don't know how much blogging I will get done.  I get tired just thinking about all this work I have to do the next 7 days.  I just keep thinking that in 7 days, I can have my summer back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5599003399859686272?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5599003399859686272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5599003399859686272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5599003399859686272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5599003399859686272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-class.html' title='Back in class'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4916202492174058008</id><published>2009-06-10T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:50:16.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready to go back to class.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I have to go back to class to complete my summer semester.  I am NOT looking forward to it, but I know I have to go.  I go to class tomorrow and Friday and then Monday through Friday of next week.  I suppose that's not so bad.  My brain is just not ready for deep thinking yet.  It is still on summer vacation.  I am pleased with school.  So far I have made straight As.  Again, I know this is where I am to be and what I am supposed to do so I just need to stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are both home today.  It is cold and rainy outside, so I think more house cleaning, violin lessons, and a game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some sort&lt;/span&gt; with the girls, is on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4916202492174058008?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4916202492174058008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4916202492174058008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4916202492174058008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4916202492174058008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-ready-to-go-back-to-class.html' title='Getting ready to go back to class.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3837930640442617598</id><published>2009-06-09T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:12:38.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Couch</title><content type='html'>I can't decide what to do.  I got a couch yesterday off of Craig's list.  It ends up, I know the folks from school.  I LOVE the couch, but I hate the flower designs on it.  At least, I think I hate it.  There have been moments when I think it is not so bad.  A friend came over this morning and just raved about how the couch fit in with my decor.  My decor is very eclectic because I can't throw stuff away and I can't decide on what I want.  I love the Americana stuff and I think that is where I am headed.  The blue sort of goes with the other colors and the couch is super comfy.  We shall see.  Tom sat down on the couch and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; shirt on.  He blended in just fine and we all thought it was really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to try and clean some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upholstery&lt;/span&gt; on a chair that belonged to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope I can get it clean.  I really miss him and it makes me think of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3837930640442617598?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3837930640442617598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3837930640442617598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3837930640442617598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3837930640442617598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-couch.html' title='New Couch'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-488747593263307077</id><published>2009-06-08T07:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:48:51.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>It was an interesting weekend.  Here in Colorado, one could fish with no fishing license.  I think we have taken the girls fishing one time in Florida, so we were excited to go.  We bought our gear and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; night crawlers and headed to Palmer Lake.  We went late in the evening on Saturday.  No luck with the fish.  The girls liked it though, so we went again at 5AM on Sunday, before church.  No luck, but we did see a really cool musk rat.  Do you remember the song?  If you do, you are old like us.  We went again Sunday, after church.  No luck, but we did see a fellow and his two boys come along and immediately catch a trout.  I thought the girls were going to strangle him, but they remained calm.  We didn't catch a single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; fish.  We did catch some great family time.  The girls learned to cast and they got really good at it.  There was a train track next to the lake, so Becca enjoyed getting a few pennies smashed.  We caught up with each other and that was way more important than any fish.  We will go again.  A different lake, but we will go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened with Laura, this weekend.  She wanted to go to a party at the house of a friend we had never met.  We called the parents and all seemed alright, but I just had a weird sense about this party.  Laura left her email up on Saturday and the friend was bragging that her boyfriend had slipped into her room the night before.  We did not freak, but we questioned Laura about the friend.  We called the girls parents, but for some mysterious reason, the girl always answered and we couldn't get through to her parents.  We told Laura she couldn't go to the party.  What she did surprised us.  We expected this big blow up.  She didn't .  It was as if she knew this friend was wacko and she WANTED us to tell her no.  She needed us to draw a boundary.  Wow, did we learn a lot.  I learned that I have a good kid with a good head on her shoulders.  I learned that we MUST stay on top of what our girls do and who they do it with.  I am still digesting all that happened over the weekend.  I am sure I will have more deep thoughts about this to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.  Does anyone know how to keep critters out of the garden?  When we got home yesterday, something had bit my tomatoes off at the ground.  The whole plant.  I was steaming mad as I just put them in the ground last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-488747593263307077?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/488747593263307077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=488747593263307077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/488747593263307077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/488747593263307077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6014252581794951071</id><published>2009-06-05T16:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:40:30.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden is in.</title><content type='html'>I finished planting last night around 9:00.  I am sure the rows in my garden are not very straight as I was planting in the dark.  This morning we took all four pets to the vet for a yearly check up.  All were healthy, but now I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca is off to a birthday party.  This is her third play date this week.  She has turned into quite the social butterfly.  Laura wants to go to a teen party on Sunday.  For some reason, I am nervous about this.  I will be calling some parents to see exactly what kind of party this is.  Tom and I just play taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor visit yesterday went fine.  My blood pressure is just fine.  I have plantar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faschiatis&lt;/span&gt; in my left foot.  I bought a new pair of tennis shoes and a special heel cup to go in the shoes.  The doc. put me on an anti-inflammatory med. and set me up to see a podiatrist.  I think the new shoes are helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6014252581794951071?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6014252581794951071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6014252581794951071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6014252581794951071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6014252581794951071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-is-in.html' title='The Garden is in.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2376122488888794702</id><published>2009-06-04T08:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:04:39.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old</title><content type='html'>Today I am off to the doctor for a check up on my blood pressure.  I am so glad to be going because I need to discuss a problem that I have been having with my left foot.  IT HURTS.  I have babied this problem for a year and a half.  It's time to see a podiatrist.  If I self diagnosed, I think I have heel stones.  I think I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orthotics&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Orthotics&lt;/span&gt; and blood pressure. Yes, I am truly becoming old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to my good friend Janice, yesterday.  I was so sad to learn about the passing of her father, last year.  I realized, yet again, how much I have missed due to my hectic school life.  I sure hope things are better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny today, so I have high hopes of getting that garden in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2376122488888794702?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2376122488888794702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2376122488888794702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2376122488888794702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2376122488888794702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-old.html' title='Getting old'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8096673114135966239</id><published>2009-06-03T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:08:45.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Raining</title><content type='html'>Still raining. I think I might plant the seeds anyway.  I don't think I am gonna melt in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca is at Elizabeth's for a sleepover and Laura had a sleepover at our house.  She has a new friend, Olivia.  I am glad to see that she is expanding her bank of friends.  None of them are bad, but she is going through that ugly middle school girl stuff and she always needs someone else to call for advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carlsbed&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn't look like there is much between here and there.  If anybody knows of anything cool to do between here and there, just let me know.  If nothing else, we will catch up as a family and just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8096673114135966239?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8096673114135966239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8096673114135966239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8096673114135966239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8096673114135966239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-raining.html' title='Still Raining'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-555354172579883431</id><published>2009-06-02T07:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:44:57.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I wish it was raining with my seeds and plants in the ground. While Tom and I were at Home Depot, buying the plants, it started lightning and continued to do so on into the night. Today, it is rainy, cold and windy. I may go out and plant the annuals in pots, anyway. The tilling of the garden will have to wait. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give five or six violin lessons today and work on cleaning the house. The inside has been partially neglected since school started. I am also itching to paint and redecorate a bit. I need to make curtains for my bathroom. I think I want to do all this stuff because it has absolutely nothing to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IEPs&lt;/span&gt;, or lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, I will get some pictures in here as soon as I figure out how to do it. I would really love a more friendly digital camera. It sure is good to be able to read blogs and catch up with everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-555354172579883431?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/555354172579883431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=555354172579883431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/555354172579883431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/555354172579883431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4581680328275964392</id><published>2009-06-01T08:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:51:15.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Today is gardening day.  I must get it weeded, tilled and planted.  Granted, my garden is quite small, but if I don't get it done, I will lose my growing season.  It's sort of rainy and cool today, but I think I can still get out there and get it done.  I am planting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;, lettuce (per the request of Donna next door), herbs, and pumpkins.  I might plant a little squash too as Laura and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time yesterday visiting and having dinner with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramirezs&lt;/span&gt; next door.  It was so good to catch up with neighbors.  Like I said yesterday, I feel like I am coming out of a fog.  Tom smoked a pork roast and a turkey breast.  Both Donna and I made salads. Donna made a banana pudding that was absolutely delicious.  I have to find the recipe.  She said it is called "Not your Ma's Banana Pudding" by Paula Dean. She said you can find it on the food network website.  I need to look there, but not real soon as I am on yet another quest to lose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we caught a late movie at our local theatre (it's just down the street).  We went to see UP.  It is an awesome movie, but you better have tissues handy.  The main character reminded us so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt;.  Tom is still in a funk this morning, thinking about his Dad.  Tom never cried at his Dad's funeral, but we all miss him in little ways, a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to pull weeds and plant seeds.  Sounds like a great day to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4581680328275964392?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4581680328275964392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4581680328275964392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4581680328275964392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4581680328275964392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3454992594911931901</id><published>2009-05-31T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:21:22.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding "Me" again.</title><content type='html'>Hello folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's been a while.  School in FINALLY out.  The last day of school left me an emotional wreck.  I cried when my boys left me.  I cried when one of them brought me a used candle to say thanks for caring.  I cried when I cleaned my classroom because I realized that the year is over and I made it.  I cried because my first year is done and I have made a difference in the lives of these children and their families.  I cried because I am very tired.  I cried because I truly love what I do.  Enough crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get outside and enjoy this summer (before my summer classes at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UCCS&lt;/span&gt; begin).  I am weeding the garden and plan on tilling it and planting veggies.  Our neighbors next door are coming over for some Russell BBQ this evening.  Yesterday, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elitch&lt;/span&gt; Gardens.  We have planned a camping trip and a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carlsbed&lt;/span&gt; Caverns for later this summer.  It's gonna be busy, but I can't wait to catch up with my family and friends.  I feel like I have been living on a foreign planet the last nine months.  I am back home and plan on finding "Me" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3454992594911931901?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3454992594911931901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3454992594911931901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3454992594911931901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3454992594911931901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-me-again.html' title='Finding &quot;Me&quot; again.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3121157800992104310</id><published>2009-05-10T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:09:26.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day</title><content type='html'>Just a quick and happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there.  I was treated to toast in bed, cards and chocolate.  Doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is absolutely crazy and absolutely amazing all at the same time.  I have not had time to breathe, much less post a blog.  I hope to catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3121157800992104310?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3121157800992104310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3121157800992104310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3121157800992104310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3121157800992104310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1311519988326861041</id><published>2009-05-01T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:13:56.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>I am very tired folks.  I have had a crazy, busy week.  We are missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; as we sort through his belongings and decide what to do with his assets.  We find ourselves just wanting to be quiet with each other so that we can just be.  I think all of us are trying to get used to the idea of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; being gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is winding down, but it feels like it is speeding up all at the same time.  I am up to almost nine students.  I love those kids, but man am I tired.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, but I have to get up tomorrow and go to class.  I feel like I have a whole lot on my plate right now.  I have learned so much this year about so many things.  Mostly, I have learned a lot about myself.  Do I love my job? Yes.  Do I hate my job?  Yes.  Most of the time, it is not the kids that cause me grief.  It is the managing of the adults that work in my program.  I wish adults could just be adults.  We had fun at school tonight as my team and I participated in the staff talent show.  I played "Blue Danube" on my violin, while my paras and my colleagues played birthday horns.  It was cute and it brought us closer together.  Laughter is such a good thing to share with your co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are doing great.  Becca is almost done with fourth grade and Laura is almost done with seventh.  There are days where I totally connect with my girls and days when I think they are from another planet.  Oh the joy of hormones.  Laura is helping me take my students to Special Olympics next week.  I am so proud of her and I love the fact that Laura is willing to work with "my" students.  We will take the kiddos to Special Olympics on Thursday.  I am planning an opening ceremony at school for them on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must be off to bed so I can get up and go back to school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1311519988326861041?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1311519988326861041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1311519988326861041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1311519988326861041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1311519988326861041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4276954430488604622</id><published>2009-04-21T02:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:00:05.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>It's 2am and we are home from seeing Tom's Dad.  For the last time.  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; passed away this evening.  We were called from the assisted around 10:30 this evening to let us know that he was checked on and found sitting in his chair with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt; blanket wrapped around him, gone.  He didn't suffer.  He just looked asleep.  Laura and Becca went in to see him.  It wasn't bad.  Becca touched him and said goodbye.  She took it the hardest.  As I write this, she is curled up in the chair, in our room.  The chair was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt; favorite and the blanket that she is wrapped in is the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; had put on himself this evening.  At first, I was surprised that she would want that blanket.  As I look at her sleeping, I realize what the blanket means to her.  She is holding on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt;.  She will never forget that blanket.  None of us will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look back on one of my previous blogs, you will see that I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; the "Fox Whisperer".  At his home, he fed the fox  and had them almost eating out of his hand.  Within the past year, the fox had stopped coming due to the construction going on around the assisted living facility.  Tonight, around 9:30, Tom and Becca were in our backyard and a fox ran right in front of them.  As Tom and Jan pulled into the assisted living facility tonight, a fox crossed right in front of them.  I know it was probably coincidence that tonight of all nights we saw all these fox, but I would like to think that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; saying goodbye.  I would like to think of him free and sly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pookie&lt;/span&gt; was my second Dad and I will miss him dearly.  I was so blessed with the most wonderful in laws a woman could have.  I don't even realize how much he meant to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for us over the next few weeks.  We will need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4276954430488604622?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4276954430488604622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4276954430488604622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4276954430488604622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4276954430488604622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/04/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5924739369359962762</id><published>2009-04-17T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:04:26.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Blizzard</title><content type='html'>Finally, a snow day.  We are to get two feet of snow by tomorrow evening.  I am hoping for no class tomorrow.  I slept in until 9am this morning.  What a treat!!!  Laura has a friend over and Becca is going to a friends.  Nice, quite day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to send a shout out to baby Julia who will be baptized tomorrow.  It seems like yesterday that we baptized the boys.  I sure would love a big squeeze from them right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny was back in the hospital with blood clots and returned back to the nursing home.  She is 94 and I worry that she may never return to her home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5924739369359962762?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5924739369359962762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5924739369359962762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5924739369359962762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5924739369359962762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-blizzard.html' title='Spring Blizzard'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4636522469545964625</id><published>2009-04-12T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:19:44.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>As usual, our Easter, here in Colorado Springs, is snowy.  We are to get 6-12 inches of snow tonight.  We are all praying for a snow day tomorrow.  We are hoping for at least a two hour delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent all afternoon with my nose in the computer, preparing for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; meeting on Wednesday.  I can't believe it takes 6 hours of work for a 1 hour meeting.  Oh well, it's done.  Only two more before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with Casey and his parents on Friday night.  We had a great time and I would love to get to know them better.  I feel like we have joint custody of their son and they are super folks.  The type you want to become close to.  They treated my whole family to dinner and chocolate.  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coxs&lt;/span&gt;. Casey didn't come over today as he is studying for a big ole Math test, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church in all the slush and snow.  It was a baptismal service.  It does your heart good to see people dedicating themselves to serve the lord.  It was great to have this service on Easter as he has given all of us a new start.  I think that's what Spring is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a wonderful time digging into their Easter candy, this morning.  They are not too old for Easter.  Becca got us up at the crack of dawn to go downstairs and find eggs.  I love my family and we have had a nice day, just enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have had a wonderful, blessed and safe Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4636522469545964625?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4636522469545964625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4636522469545964625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4636522469545964625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4636522469545964625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4423751037246801083</id><published>2009-04-05T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:15:50.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break is over.</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back from muggy Florida.  It was great to see the family, but I am glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my "granny" and she looks great for 94.  I loved being with her and I cherished her kiss as I left.  We have had such great talks as of late and I hope to carry them with me always. If this sounds a little morbid, it's because I know that each time I see her, it may be my last.  We have talked about this and its "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is so so.  This is just how he is and I also know that each time I see him, it may be the last.  It's alright there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was just down right stressed.  Please pray for her.  I don't want to publicly write all the things going on in her house, but it's bad and ugly.  We all need prayer for how to handle some of the situations there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was seeing my sister, Tammie.  I love her so and we always find something to laugh and cry about, together.  That's the way it has been our whole life.  Her and I against the world.  I love you sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my 4 month old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Haley.  She is a true cutie.  She weighs 25 pounds and looks like the Michelin Man on TV.  Many rolls and many little smiles.  It's amazing how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resilient&lt;/span&gt; children can be to the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Eric is a true joy.  He often came to me and told me he loved me.  He showered me with kisses.  This kid is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, curly headed, three year old, gift from God.  As my granny used to say "I could eat him up with a spoon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Michael, was very quiet.  There are so many crazy things happening in his life.  He is not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resilient&lt;/span&gt; as he is older.  Please say a prayer for this 10 year old boy going on 40 years old.  He walks around with the weight of the world on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back on Thursday and I was dog tired.  I had a meeting at school on Friday and I will start back to normal teaching tomorrow. The good thing is, I am in the home stretch.  I am 3/4 of the way done with my first year teaching.  Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hooo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4423751037246801083?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4423751037246801083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4423751037246801083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4423751037246801083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4423751037246801083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-is-over.html' title='Break is over.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6141045524778038301</id><published>2009-03-27T00:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:21:36.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Well, I have no excuses.  I have been downright lazy this week, and it has been wonderful.  I had a class on Monday, so Tuesday was my first day of Spring Break.  I cleaned house and did laundry, unhurried.  It was nice to just take my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we headed for Denver.  We went to the Denver Art Museum and spent the day just wondering around and looking.  We ALL loved it.  The girls are getting older and they actually enjoyed just looking at the art.  I love my kids.  After the museum, we went for a tour at Hammond's Candy Factory.  They hand make more candy canes than any other candy maker in the nation.  It was fun and of course we got samples.  Yum.  After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hammonds&lt;/span&gt;, we were off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Bonita.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly my&lt;/span&gt; least favorite place to eat in Denver, but the girls love it.  After making them go to the art museum, the least we could do was go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;.  In case you don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; Bonita has bad food, but great acts like jugglers, cliff divers, puppet shows, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we have a blizzard.  We can't get out, the mall is closed and I love it.  I have cleaned, done laundry and worked on some of my paperwork for school. I love blizzards.  When I can be inside and look out.  I don't like to be out in it and I bet I won't like shoveling the two feet of snow we are to get.  Ah well, I guess there is always a price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for my trip to Florida on Monday.  I hope to write again before I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6141045524778038301?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6141045524778038301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6141045524778038301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6141045524778038301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6141045524778038301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/03/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6005186787231613383</id><published>2009-03-15T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:00:30.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five days</title><content type='html'>Five days to go and then I am on Spring Break!!!!  I get two weeks.  I can't wait.  I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; to visit my family March 30.  I will only be gone a couple of days, but I hope to make the most of it.  My grandma turned 94, yesterday and my Dad's health continues to decline.  I think all of us can get along for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping to take Casey and the girls to the Great Sand Dunes in southern Colorado, next Saturday.  It will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; day trip, but we have done it before and it is a whole lot of fun.  Beyond that, I want to get caught up on housework and REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home today.  Everyone is off to church, but I am down with a cold.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much going on at work, next week. I can't afford to be sick.  I am hoping that if I stay down and rest today, I will be better by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is doing great.  He was given a clean bill of health by his surgeon, last Thursday.  He can eat pretty much anything, just not a whole lot.  His incisions are itching like crazy as well as his chest as they shaved all the hair off of one side.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6005186787231613383?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6005186787231613383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6005186787231613383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6005186787231613383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6005186787231613383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-days.html' title='Five days'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3480176913146657354</id><published>2009-03-10T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:42:42.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the groove.</title><content type='html'>Tom is back to work and our home is somewhat back to normal.  I realized, this week, as I did my third quarter progress reports, I have made it through 3/4 of my first year as a real teacher.  Wow, what a ride!!!!  It's like riding a roller coaster.  One day you are up and the next, you are scared to death.  Overall, it's been good and I will come back for another year.  Last year, about this time, I applied for a position in another school district, as a nurse.  Everyone thought I was a shoo in, but I wasn't .  I just couldn't understand why I didn't get the position.  I was down for a while and then asked God to give me peace.  He did and he gave me my job as a teacher.  Last week, the old school district called me and asked me to interview for a nursing position.  My initial reaction was "I wasn't good enough last year, why do you think I want to apply this year?".  I didn't say this, but the thought was there.  It was Tom who told them "no, she has a position as a teacher in another school district".  It caused me to pause and again, reexamine why I am doing what I am doing.  I needed to tell myself that in this season in my life, teaching is what I am called to do. God wants me to be a teacher so I better stop complaining about my job.  I am lucky to have a job.  We were told that 650,000 educator positions will be cut this year, across the nation.  Thank you President Obama.  Even though there are seasoned teachers out there looking for work, I have a job.  Thank you God.   SPED is the one area that has not been cut and the one area where there is a shortage of teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true "Do what you love and the money will follow".  Well, at least a little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3480176913146657354?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3480176913146657354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3480176913146657354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3480176913146657354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3480176913146657354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-groove.html' title='Back in the groove.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-4326975517063181450</id><published>2009-03-03T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:08:16.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom is home.</title><content type='html'>Tom came home, yesterday.  He stayed home by himself, today, while I went back to work.  He seems to have been alright.  He is very tired and still in some pain.  He is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;percocet&lt;/span&gt; every four hours and this holds him, but he doesn't want to take anything.  He tried to sleep in our bed last night, but it was way too painful, so her resorted back to the brown chair.  We have this wonderful, leather brown chair that everybody in our house loves.  Even the animals.  We have to figure out how he can start sleeping in the bed as the excessive use of the chair causes his back to hurt.  If anybody has any suggestions, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to be back at school.  I miss my kiddos.  I guess this job is growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-4326975517063181450?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/4326975517063181450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=4326975517063181450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4326975517063181450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/4326975517063181450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/03/tom-is-home.html' title='Tom is home.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7933597738030502303</id><published>2009-03-01T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:13:47.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little steps</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.  I spent the night at the hospital, with Tom.  I realize that if you need a good nurse, bring your own.  Nurses are just too busy to give great care, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nowdays&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, Tom is doing wonderful.  I helped him bathe, pee, eat and walk this morning.  All the things he has to do to go home.  The drain comes out today as well as the morphine pump.  He is to come home tomorrow.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; relieved that this is all coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7933597738030502303?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7933597738030502303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7933597738030502303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7933597738030502303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7933597738030502303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-steps.html' title='Little steps'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8540510846435011366</id><published>2009-02-28T12:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:49:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so good.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say thanks for the prayers, this morning.  Tom's surgery went very well.  Tom's gall bladder was the size of two adult fists, put together.  I thought the doctor was joking.  No wonder he has had so much pain.  Jan has been with us and the girls are going to her house tonight.  I will spend the night with Tom at the hospital.  Thanks so much for all the prayers.  Now we pray for a quick recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8540510846435011366?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8540510846435011366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8540510846435011366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8540510846435011366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8540510846435011366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far, so good.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8450155380119149371</id><published>2009-02-28T05:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:49:27.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for us.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to ask everyone to please remember us in prayer today, as Tom is scheduled to have surgery, this morning, at 10 am.  We have spent another night in the ER.  The surgeon decided that enough is enough, so here we go.  I am scared, but I don't want to let on that I am because then, the girls will be too.  It's also hard because I have had no sleep.  Sleep will come when Tom is safely out of surgery and recovering well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8450155380119149371?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8450155380119149371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8450155380119149371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8450155380119149371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8450155380119149371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-us.html' title='Pray for us.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2064708374816041656</id><published>2009-02-23T12:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:43:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a stone in his gizzard.</title><content type='html'>Hi all.  I tried to think of something light hearted to say about the last 12 hours. Last night, around 10pm, Tom complained of pain in his chest.  You know what I was thinking and I was scared to death.  He thought it was just gas.  I had him take an anti-gas medication.  It did nothing.  Then he started vomiting and the pain got MUCH worse.  Around midnight we went to the ER.  They asked him the same questions that I had been asking, did a workup on his heart and kidneys.  When they did an ultrasound on his gall bladder, they found a 2.2 cm. stone.  Now we must consult a surgeon.  Tom is home and the attack seems to have subsided, but please pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2064708374816041656?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2064708374816041656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2064708374816041656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2064708374816041656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2064708374816041656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-stone-in-his-gizzard.html' title='There&apos;s a stone in his gizzard.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7595984626579589806</id><published>2009-02-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:43:17.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics from our hike in South Cheyenne Canyon last weekend.  Laura is with her friend, Alex, and here are some pictures of the Air Force Academy cadet we sponsor, Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9M5zjh8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5xolYOzUBU0/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9M5zjh8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5xolYOzUBU0/s320/IMG00012.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9M3O6thI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C5H1oNLitKI/s1600-h/IMG00013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9M3O6thI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C5H1oNLitKI/s320/IMG00013.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9NHPnBfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MVmkqVq5BhM/s1600-h/IMG00015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9NHPnBfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MVmkqVq5BhM/s320/IMG00015.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9NBAuPEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3ZBDmbuI9AM/s1600-h/IMG00019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9NBAuPEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/3ZBDmbuI9AM/s320/IMG00019.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/7098068647820271441-7595984626579589806?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7595984626579589806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7595984626579589806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7595984626579589806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7595984626579589806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdqS2wevTa0/SaA9M5zjh8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5xolYOzUBU0/s72-c/IMG00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7009048560294470682</id><published>2009-02-21T10:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:17:03.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better week</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I felt like a movie star.  Becca had her Sock-Hop at school.  Fellow daVincian parents barely let me get through the front door before giving me hugs and asking about my new job.  I haven't been at daVinci since Fall break.  I so miss the teachers, my friends, there.  DaVinci is going through some rough times right now and my heart breaks to see my teacher friends suffering so.  I realize that those are the very teachers who inspired me to be a teacher.  I want to always be in touch with these special people.  The parents who were bombarding me with affection, reminded me of why I teach.  I saw the very SPED kids who caused me to start on this crazy journey.  They lined up for hugs too. I think heaven is going to be a lot like that.  We will see the very people who inspired us our whole lives.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to catch you up.  My grandma aka "granny" is in a nursing home, still recovering from her hip surgery.  My Dad is back in the hospital with lung issues.  Tom's brother is battling cancer again.  This time the prostate.  Please pray for him.  Deb's Dad now has a broken femur, which means more surgery, if he can survive another surgery.  Yep, that's my friend who lost her mother in October, and her father in law last week.  Please pray for my friend Deb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back walking in the am again with my friend Carol.  Thanks, Carol for getting me out there.  One of my paras, that works in my room, bought me a book and gave it to me, yesterday.  It is called the "Flat Belly Diet Book".  The diet looks very reasonable, but I was wondering if any of you have any feedback on it, before I start it.  I really don't want to go on an unhealthy anything, but I certainly need to lose my extra tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7009048560294470682?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7009048560294470682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7009048560294470682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7009048560294470682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7009048560294470682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-week.html' title='Better week'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2065125411320726436</id><published>2009-02-18T18:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:30:35.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>The last week has been really tough! Deaths, births, hospitalizations, crazy parents of students, meltdowns, tear aparts and many tears.  So far, this week is much better and I think the clouds are clearing from my head.  I don't want to complain because I know that there is always someone that has it much worse.  There really is and I am so thankful for my family and the blessings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, someone commented on how many friends Tom and I have.  I guess we do have a lot and for each of them, we are blessed.  I started thinking about what a real friend is.  I haven't been the best of friend, to anybody, lately.  Work, school and family pretty much take up every moment of every day.  I know this is a season and I would ask that my friends please be patient and understand that I am not snubbing them, I am just trying to get by until the end of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write, Laura is making guacamole for a Spanish class luncheon, tomorrow.  Becca is practicing her violin and Tom is still at work.  I am so grateful for these three people in my life. I can't think of a better way to spend my Wednesday evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2065125411320726436?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2065125411320726436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2065125411320726436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2065125411320726436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2065125411320726436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5011560163366212827</id><published>2009-02-13T06:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:54:59.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>It has been a long, tough week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Harnly passed away, yesterday afternoon.  It was so long in coming.  It was a relief to see him go. He woke up briefly, looked at his children and with a tear in his eye, drew his last breath. He must have felt sad to leave his children, but he knew that it was time to go. We all knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I am on a two hour delay, due to snow, this morning.  Later, I am off to a workshop for teachers.  It's called "Handwriting Without Tears".  That should be interesting.  I pray it's not boring because I am exhausted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful "teacher" moment, yesterday.  Our kiddos have today off, so yesterday was their Valentine's party.  One of my "lost boys" gave me a Sponge Bob valentine.  The thing is, the kid couldn't afford valentine cards, so this was a big deal for him to have them.  He informed me that he was giving me the biggest card in the box.  I was humbled and of course, it made me cry.  Sometimes this job is darn hard, but sometimes I am so humbled and grateful that I teach.  One little Spongebob card meant so much to that little boy and means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, how much sleep are you getting?  I saw the pictures of Julia and she is just plain gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, thanks so much for the advise.  Laura ended up with a heart necklace and candy.  I don't think the necklace was real expensive, but I need to get a better look (she won't let me).  Also, she refuses to tell Tom that somebody likes her.  Awe, adolescence and it's only the beginning.  Please pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5011560163366212827?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5011560163366212827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5011560163366212827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5011560163366212827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5011560163366212827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-3926860498393763840</id><published>2009-02-11T08:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:10:08.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Julia!!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the world, baby Julia.  I know Jake and John Janus are thrilled with their new sister.  That will change.  HeHeHe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Harnly is still hanging in this world, but barely.  As I write this, I know that he may have slipped away last night.  How ironic that would be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue is, MY DAUGHTER HAS A PUPPYLOVE BOYFRIEND!!!!!!  I am not old enough for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddo likes her because she can completely solve a rubics cube in less than two minutes.  It is truly a crush and I suppose it is time, but it still made me cry.  I am not quite sure how to handle this.  We have had the sex talk and that was just lovely.  She is totally grossed out by the whole thing.  YEAH!!!!  If anybody has any advise on the dos and don'ts of this, please let me know.  Michelle, you have done this recently.  Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-3926860498393763840?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/3926860498393763840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=3926860498393763840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3926860498393763840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/3926860498393763840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-julia.html' title='Welcome Julia!!!!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-6523052546369124861</id><published>2009-02-09T19:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:14:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to write more than once per week.  I suppose that is better than in the past.  Life is just plain crazy, but it's mostly good stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend Deb Harnly.  I spent part of the weekend and will go back again tonight, to sit with her as her father in law passes away.  This family has had waaaay too much.  Her mother passed away in October.  Her father nearly died last month and Grandpa Harnly is very nearly the end.  Her father in law is just worn out, after a good life.  He will be off to see his wife and siblings that he hasn't seen in so many years.  I must be getting old myself, because I look at his death as a big celebration.  You can almost see the rest on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Janus is about to deliver a new baby girl any day now.  The girls and I went shopping for the littlest Jani, over the weekend.  Becca had a blast picking stuff out.  Girl stuff.  I just need to find the time to get everything in a box and send it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, I kept thinking of you as I sit with Grandpa Harnly.  I kept thinking about the circle of life and how one ends and another begins. I looked at him and thought about how life starts and ends much the same.  Jen is waiting to deliver.  Grandpa Harnly is waiting to die.  Babies are totally helpless and so is he.  He is unconscious, but he had hiccups last night.  Much like a newborn baby gets.  I just goes to show, life goes on and you can't take a thing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a bit deep, today, but life has been a bit deep this week.  I wish you all good health and a very happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-6523052546369124861?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/6523052546369124861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=6523052546369124861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6523052546369124861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/6523052546369124861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-8840684572328515571</id><published>2009-02-03T18:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:41:00.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am a little behind, but I refuse to give up this blog.  This weekend was crazy.  I had class on Saturday and the Super Bowl on Sunday.  Casey came over and we made homeade pizza while we watched the big game.  Actually, the rest of the family watched the big game while I did lesson plans.  I have been working on paperwork for an IEP tomorrow.  I finished it at 11pm last night.  I am tired and I didn't even bring my computer home, tonight.  I am going to have a sit in the old hot tub and turn in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, Carol and I are to hit the streets.  Yes, we attempt to walk when it is not below 20 degrees outside.  The rest of this week looks beautious.  We have had so very little snow this year.  I don't think we have had much of a winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is in a nursing home for rehab. after her hip surgery.  Deb's dad is going to a nursing home tomorrow for rehab. after his hip surgery.  Everyone seems to be over their colds, so on we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off for now, to go cook dinner, do a load of laundry and then relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a big "Hang in There" to Jen whose little girl is still "hanging in there".  May we see the littlest Janni soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-8840684572328515571?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/8840684572328515571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=8840684572328515571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8840684572328515571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/8840684572328515571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-1466294680634257524</id><published>2009-01-26T18:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:32:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more broken bones.</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since I last posted.  As you know, Deb's Dad was in intensive care on a ventilator. He came off, yesterday.  He is doing MUCH better now.  It was so good to visit him and talk to him, yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life was getting a little easier, my "granny" in Florida fell on Thursday and broke her hip.  She had a hip replacement on Friday and is doing just fine.  For 93, she is one tough cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two new students in my program.  They are both boys and both a handful.  I am calling them the "lost boys" because I am getting the boys that no other teacher wants.  It feels like I am getting the children that a general education teacher just can't handle.  I love my boys and I love teaching them.  It is really tough at times, but I was chosen by a higher power for this position, so I am trying really hard not to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom has been mostly gone for two weeks.  His team at work have been supporting 9,000 computer systems around the world.  It is finally slowing down and I am very grateful for "Chinese New Year" as China sort of shuts down for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a late shout out to our "Pookie" who turned 87 last Wednesday.  He came over last night for dinner.  Alma and Dave Deruntz (Old friends of the family) came as well.  It was sad.  Dad didn't really know who they were when they first arrived.  Once he realized who they were, he started to cry and was embarassed by his forgetfulness.  Parts of aging really stink, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Becca has a book report due and Laura has a project due on "Medieval Clocks".  I have my boys and Tom has his computers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing like crazy today, so I am hoping for a snow day tomorrow.  The girls have told me to wear my pajamas backwards and throw ice cubes in the toilet.  Perhaps I will leave the snow to God and just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-1466294680634257524?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/1466294680634257524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=1466294680634257524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1466294680634257524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/1466294680634257524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-broken-bones.html' title='No more broken bones.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-5562870568106826655</id><published>2009-01-20T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:01:13.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>First, I want to send a huge shout out to Scott Janus.  Our favorite anesthesiologist in the whole wide world.  I hope you had a super day.  Sorry to get it to you a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was CRAZY.  Our cadet called and wanted to spend the weekend with us.  We love him to death, but Tom was on call with a humongo project and I was sick.  To top all of that, Deb Harnly called me Saturday afternoon to tell me that her father had fallen and broken his hip.  As a lot of you know, Deb is one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world, so I went to be with her at the hospital.  I stayed at the hospital till late in the evening and then came home.  Her Dad had surgery Sunday morning.  Her Dad did not recover well.  As I write this, we are still not sure if he will make it.  I stayed at the hospital on Sunday evening until the wee hours of the morning.  Yesterday, he almost coded.  Today, Deb. says he is a little better, but doesn't really respond to anything.  We are not sure how much his elderly, frail body can take.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to think while I was helping Deb, last weekend.  I thought about how frail my own father is and I am saddened that I can't visit more.  I thought about how no matter what you have in this life, all must die.  You can't take anything with you.  It all comes down to your heart beating one beat at a time and taking one breath at a time.  Life is so fragile.  One fall and Deb's father's life totally changed.  On his way to surgery, he was a bit confused.  He told Deb. he was going to a funeral.  I hope he isn't right.  Please say a prayer for him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long weekend, I am back at school.  Tomorrow, I will conduct my first IEP meeting, solo.  Our school interventionist is away at a conference, so that leaves me.  Say a prayer for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cold has just about got the best of me.  I am going to make dinner and snuggle with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-5562870568106826655?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/5562870568106826655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=5562870568106826655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5562870568106826655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/5562870568106826655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-7130263292032419981</id><published>2009-01-16T16:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:39:05.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at last.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally Friday.  I still have to go back up to school, but that's because Tom is going to do some computer work for me.  I have another new student on my caseload.  Autism seems to be the diagnosis that is "in" for children, these days.  It fascinates me and truly tires me all in the same sense.  I found myself tearful today, in front of my principal as I told her about some of my children.  I love them and I feel like they are mine.  I suppose they are for a part of every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge shout out goes to Laura.  She had her first basketball game, yesterday.  Her team won and she personally made a basket.  I was mighty proud!!!  I am so glad that she has found a sport that she truly likes.  She just needs to learn to hussle a little more on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more itchies for Becca.  Thank goodness.  She got selected for the major school play, this year.  She will be an orphan in "Annie".  I think she was a little disappointed that she didn't get a major role, but she is just so very quiet.  She is definitely the "drama queen" at home, but those of you who know her, know that she doesn't say a word in public, unless she is prodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself thinking of the Janus' today.  Jen is about to give birth to their baby girl.  I was such a part of the birth of the boys and I miss them so much.  Good luck Jen, Scott and my two favorite twins in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home early today, so Becca is taking full advantage with lots of questions, answers and small talk.  I think she needs some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-7130263292032419981?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/7130263292032419981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=7130263292032419981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7130263292032419981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/7130263292032419981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-at-last.html' title='Weekend at last.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098068647820271441.post-2528465541126688083</id><published>2009-01-13T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:02:48.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One down and three to go.</title><content type='html'>I conducted my first IEP meeting today.  I must say, I think I did a good job.  Now, on to more paperwork for three more kids.  I am certainly learning how to push a lot of paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lice situation is all better now.  I am still washing Becca's hair and combing it with the special comb, every night.  We will do the final wash on Thursday.  My house has never been cleaner.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments.  It sounds like lots of people have had lice, but it still FREAKS ME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave two lessons this evening and now I am on to dinner, laundry and helping the girls with homework.  I have yet more paperwork to get started on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098068647820271441-2528465541126688083?l=cosruss-shari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/feeds/2528465541126688083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098068647820271441&amp;postID=2528465541126688083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2528465541126688083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098068647820271441/posts/default/2528465541126688083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosruss-shari.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-down-and-three-to-go.html' title='One down and three to go.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345891814750262894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
