<?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-3447808568310076381</id><updated>2012-02-05T13:04:03.608-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='kurt browning'/><category term='classroom'/><category term='children'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Heather'/><category term='stars on ice'/><category term='bees'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Bee in Beth's Bonnet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-363267226663647455</id><published>2012-02-03T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T03:17:22.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Aren't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See this teacher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNUCVlzqs8k/TyxlzHieBvI/AAAAAAAABaY/_sMHnjKitUQ/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNUCVlzqs8k/TyxlzHieBvI/AAAAAAAABaY/_sMHnjKitUQ/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's Miss B.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is the cool 4th/5th grade teacher who has all kinds of pets.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's been known to keep a wide variety of pets such as rabbits, hedgehogs, birds, turtles and chameleons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what happens when you aren't the cool teacher who keeps classroom pets? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(That would be me!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt; your students are forced to find their own pets which leads to the adoption of... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Classroom Spider".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xyo49Xm6_c/TyxbYQ8OD6I/AAAAAAAABZw/jmzaFvEpydU/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xyo49Xm6_c/TyxbYQ8OD6I/AAAAAAAABZw/jmzaFvEpydU/s320/039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that would be the little black dot on the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes, they literally get that excited over the sighting of "Jumpy", the spider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lob9uSuS8So/TyxcItAnt9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/Pp2tRZJwVLo/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lob9uSuS8So/TyxcItAnt9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/Pp2tRZJwVLo/s320/041.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jumpy is a little jumping spider who lives in our classroom&amp;nbsp;and occasionally, he appears with his cousin Pumpy.&amp;nbsp; They are not to be mixed up with one another because Jumpy is black and Pumpy is brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R77pLa-EhHQ/Tyxe1Ji4-KI/AAAAAAAABaA/mHYyahR_oI4/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R77pLa-EhHQ/Tyxe1Ji4-KI/AAAAAAAABaA/mHYyahR_oI4/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything stops so that Jumpy can be greeted appropriately and his activities carefully examined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykiy4P8ZVMo/TyxkMIwOcRI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bUwrlD03uNI/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykiy4P8ZVMo/TyxkMIwOcRI/AAAAAAAABaQ/bUwrlD03uNI/s320/044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week the excitement over his appearance was so great that Jumpy had to take a field trip next door so that he could be shared with the Third Grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; that's what happens when you aren't the the cool teacher that has classroom pets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-363267226663647455?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/363267226663647455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=363267226663647455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/363267226663647455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/363267226663647455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-you-arent.html' title='When You Aren&apos;t...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNUCVlzqs8k/TyxlzHieBvI/AAAAAAAABaY/_sMHnjKitUQ/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8633399029188445298</id><published>2012-02-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:55:13.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Contraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to operate on words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZUJ2fSPfZg/Tyw_Ztpqj6I/AAAAAAAABYI/qNU2ur_WSvs/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZUJ2fSPfZg/Tyw_Ztpqj6I/AAAAAAAABYI/qNU2ur_WSvs/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mask, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPVI5eZ5tdQ/Tyw_zNNahaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/QNCdhXaziZM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPVI5eZ5tdQ/Tyw_zNNahaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/QNCdhXaziZM/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gloves on and we're ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYUrLdA93X0/TyxLitcWXyI/AAAAAAAABZA/gH0qclk5VQM/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYUrLdA93X0/TyxLitcWXyI/AAAAAAAABZA/gH0qclk5VQM/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Move to the operating table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Npzrncaa1VE/TyxM50GdfuI/AAAAAAAABZI/mJSekXtkEeA/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Npzrncaa1VE/TyxM50GdfuI/AAAAAAAABZI/mJSekXtkEeA/s320/020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cut away the unecessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvwKTudXIow/TyxQNzeTMdI/AAAAAAAABZY/ttSdGuXjeVg/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvwKTudXIow/TyxQNzeTMdI/AAAAAAAABZY/ttSdGuXjeVg/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apply the bandaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsKFIfHPZyA/TyxRLftJAxI/AAAAAAAABZg/XtzhpBYpYzI/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsKFIfHPZyA/TyxRLftJAxI/AAAAAAAABZg/XtzhpBYpYzI/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Work together for better success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH33_uZTSk4/TyxSmGhN_BI/AAAAAAAABZo/MLrdyfH-vQA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VH33_uZTSk4/TyxSmGhN_BI/AAAAAAAABZo/MLrdyfH-vQA/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you have&amp;nbsp;completed contration surgery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny Comments Heard Mid-Surgery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't know how doctors do this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(in reference to the gloves and masks which they all thought were stinky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Miss Botheras, why are you letting us waste bandaids?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ahh, such good MKs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This great idea for teaching contractions was inspired by &lt;a href="http://thefirstgradeparade.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowflakes-falling-contraction-surgery.html"&gt;The First Grade Parade&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/3447808568310076381-8633399029188445298?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8633399029188445298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8633399029188445298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8633399029188445298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8633399029188445298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/02/operation-contraction.html' title='Operation Contraction'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZUJ2fSPfZg/Tyw_Ztpqj6I/AAAAAAAABYI/qNU2ur_WSvs/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-305446930462127167</id><published>2012-02-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:36:10.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever think you would see the day?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Did you ever think you would see the day that I would be wearing an outfit like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODq-d29Lrhs/TywyPxjHfMI/AAAAAAAABXw/Bw5PBAvMgPo/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODq-d29Lrhs/TywyPxjHfMI/AAAAAAAABXw/Bw5PBAvMgPo/s320/040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm, me neither.&amp;nbsp; It kind of makes me think of an African version of the Chiquita Banana woman! :) &amp;nbsp;I'm what you might call "conservative" in my choice of pattern in clothing so the African cloth for the most part is a little wild and crazy for me.&amp;nbsp; I mean I have friends who might choose to wear chickens on their clothing (you know who you are!) or sparkplugs or any manner of other random object but I'm kind of partial to patterns that fade into the background.&amp;nbsp; But this Christmas I finally found this cloth which I really liked.&amp;nbsp; I can do stripes!&amp;nbsp; "But they are bright green," you say, "how is that not wild?".&amp;nbsp; That color green happens to be one of my favorite colors as evidenced by the curtain in the background of this picture.&amp;nbsp; So I went for it!&amp;nbsp; This, then,&amp;nbsp;is my tailor made outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig4iSUc4lh8/Tywys8bR2JI/AAAAAAAABX4/93ZsltowJvo/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig4iSUc4lh8/Tywys8bR2JI/AAAAAAAABX4/93ZsltowJvo/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Friday night, I was bored so I tried my hand at tying the head scarf.&amp;nbsp; It was highly entertaining for me and I finally came up with something halfway decent that actually stayed on my head.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXS7nPOmJuM/TywzJSOat9I/AAAAAAAABYA/g0liPA3AaxA/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXS7nPOmJuM/TywzJSOat9I/AAAAAAAABYA/g0liPA3AaxA/s320/044.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will I be wearing my head tie out and about...hmm, that remains to be seen?&amp;nbsp; But at least I now have an outfit to wear for occasions that necessitate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-305446930462127167?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/305446930462127167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=305446930462127167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/305446930462127167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/305446930462127167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/02/did-you-ever-think-you-would-see-day.html' title='Did you ever think you would see the day?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODq-d29Lrhs/TywyPxjHfMI/AAAAAAAABXw/Bw5PBAvMgPo/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1102701624039336893</id><published>2012-01-29T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:35:59.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Prayer Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each year in January our entire missionary family meets for about four days for our annual conference.&amp;nbsp; This year I helped my friend &lt;a href="http://makalondijoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt; out with the Ladies' Prayer Breakfast.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun designing the decorations and dreaming up the color scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8n62EfnIso/TyVvlCm7NRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/fxyW8kR3wdo/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8n62EfnIso/TyVvlCm7NRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/fxyW8kR3wdo/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psT7znza2Sk/TyVrYU3QA5I/AAAAAAAABWI/UZul4Tsa6no/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psT7znza2Sk/TyVrYU3QA5I/AAAAAAAABWI/UZul4Tsa6no/s320/027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anita and I made all the wreaths and cones out of newspaper.&amp;nbsp; That was all we had done until the week of conference.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I had a wonderfully crafty &lt;a href="http://dberruti.blogspot.com/p/about.html"&gt;guest&lt;/a&gt; staying in my house who helped Joy and I roll all the flowers and put them on the wreaths.&amp;nbsp; We would have been lost without her especially because I was sick with a fever for three days in a row.&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RD0gz5t7MUw/TyV0pTtYVAI/AAAAAAAABWY/OBl8vdcMJsg/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RD0gz5t7MUw/TyV0pTtYVAI/AAAAAAAABWY/OBl8vdcMJsg/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joy's sister blessed us with some sweet treats for all the ladies including apple cider, hot chocolate, life savers, peppermints and granola bars.&amp;nbsp; So we hung out and stuffed goodie bags&amp;nbsp;one night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz7llN2Dfdg/TyWbco-_WYI/AAAAAAAABWw/7hRgbvb0VvY/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz7llN2Dfdg/TyWbco-_WYI/AAAAAAAABWw/7hRgbvb0VvY/s320/031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwKgPvxPRbk/TyWc0sbfyFI/AAAAAAAABW4/Q0ffk5UBKlY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwKgPvxPRbk/TyWc0sbfyFI/AAAAAAAABW4/Q0ffk5UBKlY/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night lots of people pitched in to set up the dining hall and make it look like this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0w87suuSHWA/TyW4Ao3UsiI/AAAAAAAABXQ/hXSnmvZceQs/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0w87suuSHWA/TyW4Ao3UsiI/AAAAAAAABXQ/hXSnmvZceQs/s320/034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlWPCdrRPk0/TyW4w0-ZURI/AAAAAAAABXY/DWLYIp4IoDw/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlWPCdrRPk0/TyW4w0-ZURI/AAAAAAAABXY/DWLYIp4IoDw/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRNa53Qy6Xg/TyW6Myg7iLI/AAAAAAAABXo/Yriji-eMG8w/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRNa53Qy6Xg/TyW6Myg7iLI/AAAAAAAABXo/Yriji-eMG8w/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday day morning the ladies arrived with all their delicious breakfast goodies.&amp;nbsp; Around 90 ladies&amp;nbsp;enjoyed some great fellowship and time to praise God for the things that He has done in this past year in our lives, our ministries and the country of Niger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ladies squeezed a little unexpected fun into conference this year&amp;nbsp;in the form of a flash mob.&amp;nbsp; You can read about that &lt;a href="http://dberruti.blogspot.com/2012/01/flash-mob.html"&gt;here&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/3447808568310076381-1102701624039336893?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1102701624039336893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1102701624039336893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1102701624039336893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1102701624039336893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/01/ladies-prayer-breakfast.html' title='Ladies&apos; Prayer Breakfast'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8n62EfnIso/TyVvlCm7NRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/fxyW8kR3wdo/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-439358364078627619</id><published>2012-01-29T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:32:19.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baobab Made Us Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;One evening as the sun went down, they decided to go for a walk and came to rest beneath a Baobab tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa_EW0U8n3c/TySC0HRykVI/AAAAAAAABTg/OrlRLY7ZohE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa_EW0U8n3c/TySC0HRykVI/AAAAAAAABTg/OrlRLY7ZohE/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unsatisfied with simply sitting beneath the tree, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; felt compelled to climb it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIMVPHxSwQU/TyTlDLVABdI/AAAAAAAABT4/nab-wzu_4q8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIMVPHxSwQU/TyTlDLVABdI/AAAAAAAABT4/nab-wzu_4q8/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inspired by one friend and prodded on by the next, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;, too, climbed the Baobab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POOqt0_mc7A/TyTyRBt6MGI/AAAAAAAABUY/-fiR3-gL5w8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POOqt0_mc7A/TyTyRBt6MGI/AAAAAAAABUY/-fiR3-gL5w8/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; was sitting back, content to watch until the challenge was given.&amp;nbsp; "If you do it, I'll do it!"&amp;nbsp; Without a moment's hesitation, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; began her ascent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T37u-jkc2ZY/TyToPqksivI/AAAAAAAABUA/IjK6b3TxiHM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T37u-jkc2ZY/TyToPqksivI/AAAAAAAABUA/IjK6b3TxiHM/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having thrown down the challenge and watched her friend scale the old tree, it was time to fulfill her end of the bargain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; flexed her muscles and showed her young friends that &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; was more than ready for the task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgS921JSe0A/TyT6UOr8GnI/AAAAAAAABUo/Ax9Ttu-CVaU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgS921JSe0A/TyT6UOr8GnI/AAAAAAAABUo/Ax9Ttu-CVaU/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh,&amp;nbsp;the glorious spotlight had turned to her.&amp;nbsp; So &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; clung desperately to the tree within inches of tumbling to the&amp;nbsp;ground (or merely stepping down, if you must know the truth)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SH52rs-MG6Q/TyT9ld5J_HI/AAAAAAAABUw/vA1hLDdnbAM/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SH52rs-MG6Q/TyT9ld5J_HI/AAAAAAAABUw/vA1hLDdnbAM/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to be outdone, &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; climbed higher than any one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DAjk3ekaFk/TyVWoG67T3I/AAAAAAAABVo/WdzI_377xB0/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DAjk3ekaFk/TyVWoG67T3I/AAAAAAAABVo/WdzI_377xB0/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so having been spurred on by one another and by the gnarly old tree, they scaled the heights and returned safely to the ground only to walk off into the sunset declaring, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zarZ66j4MBM/TyVj04e6IjI/AAAAAAAABWA/c5FkdC25IPo/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zarZ66j4MBM/TyVj04e6IjI/AAAAAAAABWA/c5FkdC25IPo/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿"That old Baobab made us do it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-439358364078627619?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/439358364078627619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=439358364078627619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/439358364078627619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/439358364078627619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/01/baobab-made-us-do-it.html' title='The Baobab Made Us Do It'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pa_EW0U8n3c/TySC0HRykVI/AAAAAAAABTg/OrlRLY7ZohE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3718272459640013143</id><published>2012-01-28T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:01:59.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Gourma Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had the privilege of spending Christmas morning in a Gourma church in a village about an hour away from Niamey on the way to Burkina Faso. My neighbors work in this village amongst the Gourma people. They always come back into town with exciting stories about how God is at work in their area so it was really a joy to be able to see this church that is full of young people who are believing and trusting in God. Christmas is celebrated in so many different ways but perhaps one thing that Believers around the world do in celebration is sing. The Gourma love to sing and dance! I got a little bit on video but I've given up on trying to load it. So pictures it is!&amp;nbsp; The whole congregation was singing in a kind of call and response style. In this picture, you can see one woman twisting&amp;nbsp;and throwing a calabash with cowrie shells attached into the air to make music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFKBfr9y-rI/TyRe_-JuwmI/AAAAAAAABTA/d9s4b0EZm_s/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFKBfr9y-rI/TyRe_-JuwmI/AAAAAAAABTA/d9s4b0EZm_s/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Later the women's choir all sang.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They were all wearing their&amp;nbsp;Christmas cloth and matching shirts.&amp;nbsp; Apparently in this village, polos are all the rage! :)&amp;nbsp; You can see that in this picture of the Youth Choir who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;really get into the dancing.&amp;nbsp; They danced so hard that most of them were sweating profusely by the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MrJ5CdnEBM/TyR9CtcNdrI/AAAAAAAABTY/EZoXxzqfpRo/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MrJ5CdnEBM/TyR9CtcNdrI/AAAAAAAABTY/EZoXxzqfpRo/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was a very Gourma Christmas!&amp;nbsp; I'll admit that most of the time church is pretty difficult because it's hard work to listen and to understand what is going on.&amp;nbsp; In my western mentality, I'm very tied to certain things. Time, order and variety being foremost among those things.&amp;nbsp; Things that aren't so important in this context.&amp;nbsp; As I sat there surrounded by young moms, peeing babies, restless children and&amp;nbsp;dancing men I was challenged by the thought that nothing kept these Believers from worshiping God&amp;nbsp;TOGETHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3718272459640013143?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3718272459640013143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3718272459640013143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3718272459640013143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3718272459640013143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-gourma-christmas.html' title='A Very Gourma Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFKBfr9y-rI/TyRe_-JuwmI/AAAAAAAABTA/d9s4b0EZm_s/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7698076160174694248</id><published>2011-12-19T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:05:44.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jolly Little Bit of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9p2ku4IHk/Tu8UJADjS9I/AAAAAAAABR4/qW8ocCrwq4c/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9p2ku4IHk/Tu8UJADjS9I/AAAAAAAABR4/qW8ocCrwq4c/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you have kids or you are a teacher in&amp;nbsp;need a little bit of Christmas entertainment for&amp;nbsp;your students&amp;nbsp;then today's post is for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last year at our class Christmas party, my kids had&amp;nbsp;a blast dressing up as characters from the Christmas story.&amp;nbsp; We had Mary, Joseph, an angel, some sheep - you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; These children were then sent to hide around our campus while their classmates tried hard not to peek from inside the classroom.&amp;nbsp; When everyone was safely hidden away, the students in the classroom went searching for the Christmas characters.&amp;nbsp; It was highly entertaining watching them try to locate their classmates some of whom hid themselves quite nicely in garbage cans and toy trunks and behind bushes.&amp;nbsp; So there you go a little game of Christmas Hide and Go Seek will keep the troops entertained.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now being in a hot environment like Niger makes Christmas Hide and Go Seek easier than traipsing about in the snow, freezing to death and wishing that someone would just find you already so that you could go in and warm up.&amp;nbsp; So this year's game is for you if you live in a cold place but it will still get your kids moving and they'll have a great deal of fun.&amp;nbsp; I printed off the cards located&lt;a href="http://www.oopseydaisyblog.com/2010/12/book-advent-day-20-christmas-action.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then I let my kids draw one and everyone did the actions.&amp;nbsp; I wondered whether my second graders would enjoy it and I had thought about having a spinner to make it more fun&amp;nbsp;with categories like choose one to do the action or you and two friends do the action or everyone do the action.&amp;nbsp; But we ran out of time so I just let them draw a card and do the action and they loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There you go a jolly little&amp;nbsp;bit of fun for the kiddos this Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7698076160174694248?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7698076160174694248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7698076160174694248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7698076160174694248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7698076160174694248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/12/jolly-little-bit-of-fun.html' title='A Jolly Little Bit of Fun'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9p2ku4IHk/Tu8UJADjS9I/AAAAAAAABR4/qW8ocCrwq4c/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8518599912568066367</id><published>2011-12-04T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:34:07.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoT2y2ZWpz0/TtxW4ZOP6II/AAAAAAAABRg/hsDzbpMdjkA/s400/083.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;time for celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8518599912568066367?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8518599912568066367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8518599912568066367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8518599912568066367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8518599912568066367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/12/field-day-celebration.html' title='Field Day Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwGFZPy6Fqs/Tti_XAsNTCI/AAAAAAAABPA/QqEsihQQZuU/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7515253286089349900</id><published>2011-11-08T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:38:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Su3_8vBnZ0/TrloaszEk3I/AAAAAAAABNY/Fxmr05IIJ_k/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Su3_8vBnZ0/TrloaszEk3I/AAAAAAAABNY/Fxmr05IIJ_k/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keep your chair warm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7515253286089349900?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7515253286089349900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7515253286089349900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7515253286089349900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7515253286089349900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season-to.html' title='Tis the Season to....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Su3_8vBnZ0/TrloaszEk3I/AAAAAAAABNY/Fxmr05IIJ_k/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6350548731450329954</id><published>2011-10-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:05:44.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop!</title><content type='html'>Time for a pop of color and a crafty post since it's been a while!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0A2gy0TyQ/Tqwgk0wuXnI/AAAAAAAABNA/3Q7uIZOM-ZU/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0A2gy0TyQ/Tqwgk0wuXnI/AAAAAAAABNA/3Q7uIZOM-ZU/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The colors in this card make me happy.&amp;nbsp; My friend Kathy has an amazing relative who sends her &lt;a href="http://www.housebeautiful.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;magazine.&amp;nbsp; I'm not huge into decorating but I love perusing the magazine for color schemes and patterns.&amp;nbsp; This advertisement was the inspiration for my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epSUnTtn96c/Tqwj9DjYVqI/AAAAAAAABNI/TnMuLzZdyZE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epSUnTtn96c/Tqwj9DjYVqI/AAAAAAAABNI/TnMuLzZdyZE/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope your day is just a little bit brighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6350548731450329954?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6350548731450329954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6350548731450329954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6350548731450329954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6350548731450329954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/10/pop.html' title='Pop!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0A2gy0TyQ/Tqwgk0wuXnI/AAAAAAAABNA/3Q7uIZOM-ZU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3543297732387641072</id><published>2011-10-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:02:16.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeemed</title><content type='html'>Back in my good books (as if she had ever left them)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwfNKB2C_ow/Tqf2xVkviVI/AAAAAAAABMg/y4Ui-P-S04c/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwfNKB2C_ow/Tqf2xVkviVI/AAAAAAAABMg/y4Ui-P-S04c/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The giver of the water scorpian redeemed herself by bringing me an apple! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3543297732387641072?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3543297732387641072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3543297732387641072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3543297732387641072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3543297732387641072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/10/redeemed.html' title='Redeemed'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwfNKB2C_ow/Tqf2xVkviVI/AAAAAAAABMg/y4Ui-P-S04c/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6936970644161637642</id><published>2011-10-24T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T03:07:07.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to the good old apple for the teacher?</title><content type='html'>What ever happened to the beautiful time honored tradition of placing an apple on your teacher's desk?&amp;nbsp; In my classroom, it's been replaced by an ugly water scorpian placed lovingly on your teacher's desk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj3qpa8Hm8c/TqU4VlUIu5I/AAAAAAAABMY/ZfrMduFOJnY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj3qpa8Hm8c/TqU4VlUIu5I/AAAAAAAABMY/ZfrMduFOJnY/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&amp;nbsp; Way to give your teacher a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this because I rejected the fruit and sent it packing way back during Teacher's Appreciation Week of 2008?&amp;nbsp; Oh if only I could have that banana back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6936970644161637642?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6936970644161637642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6936970644161637642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6936970644161637642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6936970644161637642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-happened-to-good-old-apple-for.html' title='What happened to the good old apple for the teacher?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj3qpa8Hm8c/TqU4VlUIu5I/AAAAAAAABMY/ZfrMduFOJnY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6945927270034983555</id><published>2011-10-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:29:43.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Say You Weren't Warned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--G4OLq69S9o/TpTC1cJr13I/AAAAAAAABMQ/HThryezgGYk/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--G4OLq69S9o/TpTC1cJr13I/AAAAAAAABMQ/HThryezgGYk/s640/040.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the little writing gems I find when it's report card time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6945927270034983555?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6945927270034983555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6945927270034983555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6945927270034983555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6945927270034983555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-say-you-werent-warned.html' title='Don&apos;t Say You Weren&apos;t Warned'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--G4OLq69S9o/TpTC1cJr13I/AAAAAAAABMQ/HThryezgGYk/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7442954233570676083</id><published>2011-10-04T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:07:14.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Readers</title><content type='html'>It's Spirit Week here at Sahel Academy!&amp;nbsp; Monday was Heros and Villains day.&amp;nbsp; We started an author study on Eric Carle so my first &amp;amp; second grade writers were reading and exploring Eric Carle books in their costumes.&amp;nbsp; What better time to amuse myself taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-nu_R6y1MU/TosZcBa411I/AAAAAAAABME/2GGjxOXeqts/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-nu_R6y1MU/TosZcBa411I/AAAAAAAABME/2GGjxOXeqts/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mP28Br_c0VM/TosZ3eQpcqI/AAAAAAAABMI/C30hpBrNPaM/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mP28Br_c0VM/TosZ3eQpcqI/AAAAAAAABMI/C30hpBrNPaM/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We've spent two days watching a video and doing an experiment to illustrate the cycle.&amp;nbsp; Today I had my students partner up and draw the four parts of the water cycle which they had to put into order.&amp;nbsp; After explaining at least one part to each group individually I thought it would be pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDvAVLeA3-Y/TntLlz28LLI/AAAAAAAABL4/JbOI_y_JZ4U/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDvAVLeA3-Y/TntLlz28LLI/AAAAAAAABL4/JbOI_y_JZ4U/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23EXYvdtcXg/TntL8H2rXXI/AAAAAAAABL8/JYuVfxs1pvY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23EXYvdtcXg/TntL8H2rXXI/AAAAAAAABL8/JYuVfxs1pvY/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72NXAJl5ROw/TntLNLmAQiI/AAAAAAAABL0/nMuHgBAN9Fk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72NXAJl5ROw/TntLNLmAQiI/AAAAAAAABL0/nMuHgBAN9Fk/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and thought some more.&amp;nbsp; But it was hard work for our brains!&amp;nbsp; At one point, I mentioned that I thought it might be a good idea if we all banged our heads against the wall for a bit.&amp;nbsp; When the last group had gone, one little girl sat down and announced, "That was easy!"&amp;nbsp; I gave her my "What you talkin' 'bout girl?"&amp;nbsp;face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8QQh3o3eLQ/TntMXmYq5bI/AAAAAAAABMA/0xbbRihg9rA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8QQh3o3eLQ/TntMXmYq5bI/AAAAAAAABMA/0xbbRihg9rA/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and said, "If that was easy, I would hate to see hard!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all busted up laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And really, that's the way the hard days should end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1449095508068368477?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1449095508068368477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1449095508068368477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1449095508068368477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1449095508068368477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-days-are-just-hard.html' title='Some Days Learning is Just Hard'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDvAVLeA3-Y/TntLlz28LLI/AAAAAAAABL4/JbOI_y_JZ4U/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4115597077810493983</id><published>2011-09-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:42:28.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it rains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRXwkduzrTQ/TntIKMeqNPI/AAAAAAAABLw/P9tFnMHxrgg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRXwkduzrTQ/TntIKMeqNPI/AAAAAAAABLw/P9tFnMHxrgg/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you might as well sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and soak it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It will be more fun that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4115597077810493983?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4115597077810493983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4115597077810493983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4115597077810493983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4115597077810493983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRXwkduzrTQ/TntIKMeqNPI/AAAAAAAABLw/P9tFnMHxrgg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-20219664808175374</id><published>2011-09-16T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:01:43.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House Night</title><content type='html'>Every year I have teacher friends who post their fresh new classroom pics on facebook and I enjoy looking at the creativity reflected within.&amp;nbsp; Tonight is&amp;nbsp;Open House Night&amp;nbsp;at Sahel Academy so I thought, "What better time to give you a tour of my classroom."&amp;nbsp; The door is&amp;nbsp;open so come on in and have a look around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qD3NFdd86ZI/TnOGrN7zyPI/AAAAAAAABLM/evBwfTpU_5Q/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qD3NFdd86ZI/TnOGrN7zyPI/AAAAAAAABLM/evBwfTpU_5Q/s400/078.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's our lovely big blackboard with some weather posters displayed below.&amp;nbsp; We've been learning a lot about the weather.&amp;nbsp; Here in Niger you have to take advantage of studying the weather now because once October hits there will be very little change in the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqLQ0b_bsOY/TnOH6emPglI/AAAAAAAABLQ/h1tMayyvlnI/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqLQ0b_bsOY/TnOH6emPglI/AAAAAAAABLQ/h1tMayyvlnI/s400/089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We enjoyed reading some weird weather facts in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Other-Weather-Aboard-Science-Reader/dp/0448418584/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1316195226&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Pink Snow and Other Weird Weather﻿&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and using our imaginations to create other strange kinds of weather like gumball rain, jewelry falling from the sky or a whole schoolhouse coming down complete with rulers and pencils and every item needed to have fun at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8b-CApdfUI/TnOMr9NdJuI/AAAAAAAABLU/dmFCOjZsL-M/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8b-CApdfUI/TnOMr9NdJuI/AAAAAAAABLU/dmFCOjZsL-M/s400/087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our meeting mat.&amp;nbsp;Our First Grade friends join us for Writer's Workshop.&amp;nbsp; This is one of our favorite times of day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEwy0vOgm6s/TnOWa3gjRFI/AAAAAAAABLY/q7NoUFdbvwE/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEwy0vOgm6s/TnOWa3gjRFI/AAAAAAAABLY/q7NoUFdbvwE/s400/015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We use our word wall frequently.&amp;nbsp; Displayed below are some of our favorite books so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqkLpuo7u7I/TnOXToCzXCI/AAAAAAAABLc/1qQHFBJLUiY/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqkLpuo7u7I/TnOXToCzXCI/AAAAAAAABLc/1qQHFBJLUiY/s400/083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course, we had to display some of the great stories we've been writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfARRJevm5I/TnOjbLnynZI/AAAAAAAABLg/lxNFdWytVfc/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfARRJevm5I/TnOjbLnynZI/AAAAAAAABLg/lxNFdWytVfc/s400/080.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last but certainly not least on this illustrious tour, stop by our book center and cubbies﻿.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DrITrprZcY/TnOkcqX90rI/AAAAAAAABLk/F1vtByPJM7o/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4DrITrprZcY/TnOkcqX90rI/AAAAAAAABLk/F1vtByPJM7o/s400/079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I sure hope that you enjoyed the tour around my classroom as much as my students and their parents did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdhBeo42SvU/TnOlbRUim4I/AAAAAAAABLo/yElmYcMb22g/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdhBeo42SvU/TnOlbRUim4I/AAAAAAAABLo/yElmYcMb22g/s400/104.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79f26COX8_g/TnOl5TVT7-I/AAAAAAAABLs/hjJDuP-B8ck/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79f26COX8_g/TnOl5TVT7-I/AAAAAAAABLs/hjJDuP-B8ck/s400/105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-20219664808175374?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/20219664808175374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=20219664808175374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/20219664808175374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/20219664808175374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-house-night.html' title='Open House Night'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qD3NFdd86ZI/TnOGrN7zyPI/AAAAAAAABLM/evBwfTpU_5Q/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6060968028940566215</id><published>2011-09-13T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:13:38.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you solve this mystery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTbOB6otcK4/Tm8dV4DCPiI/AAAAAAAABKc/adf8MSsZX-8/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTbOB6otcK4/Tm8dV4DCPiI/AAAAAAAABKc/adf8MSsZX-8/s400/013.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uUuppc7aLE/Tm8dsQuSIjI/AAAAAAAABKg/zHI0nAaeUmE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uUuppc7aLE/Tm8dsQuSIjI/AAAAAAAABKg/zHI0nAaeUmE/s400/014.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a good mystery, right.&amp;nbsp; Here's one to be solved taken right from my house this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Why is my trash not falling into my trash can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6060968028940566215?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6060968028940566215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6060968028940566215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6060968028940566215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6060968028940566215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-solve-this-mystery.html' title='Can you solve this mystery?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTbOB6otcK4/Tm8dV4DCPiI/AAAAAAAABKc/adf8MSsZX-8/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3038417477660105826</id><published>2011-09-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:58:19.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting outside the lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riKLInlnWYQ/Tl921I8q1kI/AAAAAAAABKY/wHQN0oMqbDo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riKLInlnWYQ/Tl921I8q1kI/AAAAAAAABKY/wHQN0oMqbDo/s400/026.JPG" width="300" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was crafting on Tuesday night with my friend Joy and ran across this beautiful add with a picture of a bride.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's hard to see&amp;nbsp;it but the paper is all&amp;nbsp;beautiful and shimmery, I couldn't resist cutting her out.&amp;nbsp; The only problem is that across her shoulders and around her face there were no actual lines to cut out&amp;nbsp;so I had to make a guess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking that she was surely going to end up with the world's weirdest nose, I decided that it was nothing ventured nothing gained.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wonder of wonders, she actually looks like a normal human being.&amp;nbsp; I added the ribbon around&amp;nbsp;her waist because I couldn't resist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3038417477660105826?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3038417477660105826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3038417477660105826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3038417477660105826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3038417477660105826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/09/cutting-outside-lines.html' title='Cutting outside the lines'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riKLInlnWYQ/Tl921I8q1kI/AAAAAAAABKY/wHQN0oMqbDo/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-487237576139786492</id><published>2011-08-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T08:12:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which Tom Learns that I Have Eyes in the Back of My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEFGwydIb0g/TlkGShwyRlI/AAAAAAAABKU/tpGo3cP3XQo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEFGwydIb0g/TlkGShwyRlI/AAAAAAAABKU/tpGo3cP3XQo/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was writing something on the board and happened to turn around while Tom was sitting at his desk with his hand up in the air and his head turned away from me.&amp;nbsp; I could tell that he was finished with his work and wanted&amp;nbsp;to get it&amp;nbsp;checked.&amp;nbsp; Turning back to the board, I called back to him, "Tom, you can put your hand down.&amp;nbsp; I'll be with you in a minute!"&amp;nbsp; It would have been interesting to see his face at that time because he had no clue that I had been looking at him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Botheras, do you have eyes in the back of your head?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can neither confirm nor deny that fact.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, what am I saying?&amp;nbsp; Of course, I confirmed it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-487237576139786492?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/487237576139786492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=487237576139786492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/487237576139786492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/487237576139786492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-which-tom-learns-that-i-have-eyes-in.html' title='In Which Tom Learns that I Have Eyes in the Back of My Head'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEFGwydIb0g/TlkGShwyRlI/AAAAAAAABKU/tpGo3cP3XQo/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6198670087325570603</id><published>2011-08-27T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:48:25.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rover Takes on Calculus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQBqZ1Xk8Q/TlihFEVSTZI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FxoSs2U3boE/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQBqZ1Xk8Q/TlihFEVSTZI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FxoSs2U3boE/s400/015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently even Rover, the school tortoise, wants to get in on the learning.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday night he made his way through the under-construction admin building and into the secondary math room where he spent the night, trusting that his perseverance would win him the best seat for Mr. Rupnow's math class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6198670087325570603?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6198670087325570603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6198670087325570603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6198670087325570603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6198670087325570603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/08/rover-takes-on-calculus.html' title='Rover Takes on Calculus'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQBqZ1Xk8Q/TlihFEVSTZI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FxoSs2U3boE/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2376978391535524164</id><published>2011-08-17T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:38:12.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All New When You're In First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;August 17th...the official first day of school.&amp;nbsp; Though I'm not teaching first grade this year, I did enjoy a funny first grade moment.&amp;nbsp; For Sahel Academy First Graders&amp;nbsp;it's their first year of staying all day and eating lunch.&amp;nbsp; There's a novelty to getting to use the microwave for the first time on your own.&amp;nbsp; One of the first graders saw everyone warming up their lunches and decided he'd like to try that too.&amp;nbsp; So he brought me his carefully selected item - a package of cheese &amp;amp; peanut butter crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhnTZxdtPBM/TkvQ-od0qvI/AAAAAAAABKE/2jMmXK3jJNs/s1600/images%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhnTZxdtPBM/TkvQ-od0qvI/AAAAAAAABKE/2jMmXK3jJNs/s1600/images%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Will you help me warm these up Miss Botheras?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to laugh as I said, "No, I'm sorry, buddy, they don't need to be warmed up."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I like them warm," he said earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2376978391535524164?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2376978391535524164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2376978391535524164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2376978391535524164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2376978391535524164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-new-when-youre-in-first-grade.html' title='It&apos;s All New When You&apos;re In First Grade'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhnTZxdtPBM/TkvQ-od0qvI/AAAAAAAABKE/2jMmXK3jJNs/s72-c/images%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6690636870599439830</id><published>2011-06-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:27:16.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Italian, A Whole Lot of Canadian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have some friends who are staying cool by watching the 2010 Winter Olympics and that means a whole lot of Virtue &amp;amp; Moir.&amp;nbsp; I love their 2011 exhibition program.&amp;nbsp; Simply AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/xzGvIcmkotk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzGvIcmkotk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzGvIcmkotk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6690636870599439830?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6690636870599439830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6690636870599439830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6690636870599439830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6690636870599439830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-italian-whole-lot-of-canadian.html' title='A Little Italian, A Whole Lot of Canadian'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-742181627099092984</id><published>2011-05-21T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T04:38:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Tales &amp; Other Occurances in the 1st &amp; 2nd Grade</title><content type='html'>Wagons, Ho!&amp;nbsp; We've been studying the pioneers for the last month or so. I thought that it would be fun to read some tall tales at the same time so we put our desks into a circle of wagons which technically looked a little like a square but&amp;nbsp;it was the only way to make it work.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, during our reading time we met in the middle of our circle for a campfire and a Paul Bunyan story.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we did have a campfire!&amp;nbsp; I put sticks in a box with construction paper flames coming out of it.&amp;nbsp; What I love about first &amp;amp; second graders is that they dug it and they were falling all over themselves to light the fire (i.e. bring the box of sticks to the middle of the circle and make the flames stick up like a proper fire).&amp;nbsp; Now, J who cleans my classroom had a good laugh over my "fire".&amp;nbsp; I told him that he could go home and tell his family about the crazy white woman's version of a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the whole tall tale thing may have rubbed off a little too well on one of my friends who told some whoppers this week.&amp;nbsp; They were working on their handwriting book and they were supposed to write a story about a snowy day.&amp;nbsp; When I dropped by to check on&amp;nbsp;K's finished story&amp;nbsp;my first question was, "Were you intending to write a tall tale?"&amp;nbsp; What else could it be when one has written a story about the time it snowed 7 feet of snow in Senegal?&amp;nbsp; "No, no!&amp;nbsp; This really happened," insisted K.&amp;nbsp; So we checked with our resident expert, the other student who has spent some time in Senegal.&amp;nbsp; "L, did you ever see it snow in Senegal?&amp;nbsp; No, never.&amp;nbsp; Well that is truly shocking! K, do you think this might have taken place somewhere else like America, perhaps?"&amp;nbsp; After a few minutes of listening to the logical arguments of her second grade friends, reason prevailed and K changed the location to America.&amp;nbsp; But that wasn't the end of the whoppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge that runs across the river right in front of our school was closed one particular morning this week so we all had to use the new bridge which was lately constucted by the Ch*nese.&amp;nbsp; It was quite a novelty and definitely occupied the first few minutes of our morning conversation.&amp;nbsp; But this led to a conversation in which the very same child informed us quite smartly that an American President named Benjamin Franklin had built the old bridge and that he was later killed in a car on the bridge.&amp;nbsp; Bad teacher that I am, I didn't even try to stop myself from laughing.&amp;nbsp; What a melange of stories that was!&amp;nbsp; After I finished laughing, I told her that it was JFK who built the bridge but that he was not killed in Niger but rather in the U.S.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my goodness!&amp;nbsp; Those were some good laughs this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-742181627099092984?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/742181627099092984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=742181627099092984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/742181627099092984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/742181627099092984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/05/tall-tales-other-occurances-in-1st-2nd.html' title='Tall Tales &amp; Other Occurances in the 1st &amp; 2nd Grade'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-123309860974098230</id><published>2011-05-14T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:27:37.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WCUvMRDZzU/Tc6WH6pQMSI/AAAAAAAABKA/XXk2gE-r3Po/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WCUvMRDZzU/Tc6WH6pQMSI/AAAAAAAABKA/XXk2gE-r3Po/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little yellow car from the &lt;a href="http://echoparkpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Echo Park&lt;/a&gt; Little Boy collection and&amp;nbsp;inspiration hit.&amp;nbsp; A little bit of yellow ribbon and that cute little button that Jane of &lt;a href="http://janeb-myblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;plain jane&lt;/a&gt; created and voila, a happy little card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-123309860974098230?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/123309860974098230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=123309860974098230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/123309860974098230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/123309860974098230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-sunshine.html' title='Little Bit of Sunshine'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WCUvMRDZzU/Tc6WH6pQMSI/AAAAAAAABKA/XXk2gE-r3Po/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5559175259157999265</id><published>2011-04-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:08:28.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a sad, sad day!&amp;nbsp; My bottle of footloose &amp;amp; fancy fizz is empty!&amp;nbsp; Vide!&amp;nbsp; Finnito!&amp;nbsp; Gone!&amp;nbsp; This stuff comes from Bath &amp;amp; Body Works and let me tell you, if you are coming to Niger it is worth every cent&amp;nbsp; you spend on it because your feet feel SO GOOD when you soak them in this at the end of a hot &amp;amp; dirty day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjrDEe9gZY/TadWGe4o43I/AAAAAAAABJ4/LGZYJOrc49E/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjrDEe9gZY/TadWGe4o43I/AAAAAAAABJ4/LGZYJOrc49E/s320/093.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of things that are gone, yesterday one of my first graders started to cry when she got distracted and forgot the word that she wanted to write on the board.&amp;nbsp; I told her it was okay not to worry and then I tried to make her laugh by telling her that if I cried every time I forgot something, I'd be crying all day.&amp;nbsp; It didn't make her laugh.&amp;nbsp; I guess you have to be old to understand that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm on the subject of children, let me tell you about some very entertaining ways that first graders like to pass the time while taking a standardized test.&amp;nbsp; I caught one of my boys admiring his muscles while he waited for his classmates to finish.&amp;nbsp; Sleeve up...flexing...hmm, that looks pretty good!&amp;nbsp; Then a little later in the test they were using a ruler to measure an eraser.&amp;nbsp; So when he gets done with his test, he was back to&amp;nbsp;muscle admiring&amp;nbsp;and he decided to pull out his ruler and measure up the height of that bulge.&amp;nbsp; When I caught his eye, we both had a good chuckle over his "muscle love."&amp;nbsp; He really should get some bonus points for knowing how to use his ruler in a pratical way, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5559175259157999265?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5559175259157999265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5559175259157999265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5559175259157999265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5559175259157999265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjrDEe9gZY/TadWGe4o43I/AAAAAAAABJ4/LGZYJOrc49E/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5409880444935054421</id><published>2011-04-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:31:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Victory that Brings Hope</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42449949/ns/today-today_people/?GT1=43001"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; this morning about an eight year old who was pepper sprayed during a violent outburst.&amp;nbsp; This was the third time that the police were called to deal with him.&amp;nbsp; Eight years old and that is your reality.&amp;nbsp; How crushingly sad!&amp;nbsp; This is a child who at the age of eight&amp;nbsp;is losing&amp;nbsp;hope that life will be different.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;his own words he said, "I kind of deserved it, but -- when&amp;nbsp;I also behave like that I'm thinking my future is going to turn around into the homeless, bad thing way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad reality that this child is living makes the words that I read from &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reclaiming the Future of Christian Education&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Albert E. Greene all the more pertinent.&amp;nbsp; "The need for hope is perhaps more apparent today than ever before.&amp;nbsp; The promise of the Enlightenment has proved false.&amp;nbsp; Physical convenience in lifestyle has grown immeasurably, but human relations have rarely been as demonic as those we have experienced in the twentieth century.&amp;nbsp; As a result, many modern people have fallen into hopelessness.&amp;nbsp; But hope is a prominent element in the gospel.&amp;nbsp; Christ died in weakness, and His disciples thought their hopes had been completely dashed.&amp;nbsp; Then He rose from the dead, and in the hope of that victory the gospel spread throughout the Western world...The basis of Christian hope has not changed, and hope must be a prominent characteristic of the Christian teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm thankful&amp;nbsp;for Christ's victory over death and sin that gives me hope that I, too, can find victory over the sin that enslaves me.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful that this hope filled message is intended for every heart that is losing hope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I pray that as&amp;nbsp;a teacher I communicate that hope to my&amp;nbsp;students&amp;nbsp;and that somehow this little boy will also come to know this very same hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 9:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The people walking in darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have seen a great light; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on those living in the land of the shadow of death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a light has dawned. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5409880444935054421?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5409880444935054421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5409880444935054421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5409880444935054421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5409880444935054421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/04/victory-that-brings-hope.html' title='A Victory that Brings Hope'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6520764869932049556</id><published>2011-03-11T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:11:32.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything but the Kitchen Sink...Wait They've Got that Too!</title><content type='html'>Friday afternoon usually finds us dropping by Four Corners to visit the local vegetable stands.&amp;nbsp; One of the corners features a barely formal outdoor shop where the vendor lays out all manner of treasures from the western world on the ground.&amp;nbsp; Magazines, books, three ring binders, decades old apple computers - these&amp;nbsp; items are all displayed and perused by passing customers.&amp;nbsp; Imagine our delight last week when we discovered that he even had a kitchen sink for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OSvO-diOR3w/TXpWgGcMZPI/AAAAAAAABJg/RAiFsRZK86I/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OSvO-diOR3w/TXpWgGcMZPI/AAAAAAAABJg/RAiFsRZK86I/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all.&amp;nbsp; This week I was shocked to see a man examining a pair of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q07ZEgydqlA/TXpXS2dEU4I/AAAAAAAABJk/FawDoNTM_O4/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q07ZEgydqlA/TXpXS2dEU4I/AAAAAAAABJk/FawDoNTM_O4/s320/059.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what are those doing in Niger?&amp;nbsp; Of course, I had to get out and ask the vendor how much they were.&amp;nbsp; He wanted $20 dollars for them.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure that he knew what they were for.&amp;nbsp; I declined, of course, and opted for the free picture instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6520764869932049556?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6520764869932049556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6520764869932049556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6520764869932049556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6520764869932049556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-but-kitchen-sinkwait-theyve.html' title='Everything but the Kitchen Sink...Wait They&apos;ve Got that Too!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OSvO-diOR3w/TXpWgGcMZPI/AAAAAAAABJg/RAiFsRZK86I/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7385188227385591472</id><published>2011-03-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:00:37.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause for Celebration</title><content type='html'>It's clicking! And that is cause for celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start the year with 6 and 7 year olds you sometimes wonder how long it will be before they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can sit still&lt;br /&gt;...follow directions&lt;br /&gt;...read&lt;br /&gt;...write a complete sentence&lt;br /&gt;...recognize that they've written a complete sentence&lt;br /&gt;...use capitals and punctuation in that sentence&lt;br /&gt;...add&lt;br /&gt;...subtract&lt;br /&gt;...count by 2s, 5s, 10s, and 25s&lt;br /&gt;...count money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week as I've been doing some end of quarter evaluation, it's been good to look back and reflect on the growth that has taken place (a good reminder for me especially when my patience has been tested the last couple of weeks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just about two weeks ago when we pulled out the coins to work on counting money.&amp;nbsp; I asked one of the second graders a question and with a deer-in-the-headlights look, she asked if she could talk to me privately.&amp;nbsp; "I don't know how to count money," she whispered.&amp;nbsp; "Don't worry, honey, that's what we're working on."&amp;nbsp; After working diligently in small groups with the kids, they took their math test today.&amp;nbsp; What a joy to celebrate with that student who went from being afraid to being a confident counter of coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;They are...&lt;br /&gt;following directions,&lt;br /&gt;reading,&lt;br /&gt;writing paragraphs,&lt;br /&gt;recognizing complete sentences,&lt;br /&gt;mostly using capitals and punctuation,&lt;br /&gt;adding,&lt;br /&gt;subtracting,&lt;br /&gt;counting by 2s, 5s, 10s, and 25s,&lt;br /&gt;and a whole host of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just waiting for them to sit still! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7385188227385591472?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7385188227385591472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7385188227385591472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7385188227385591472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7385188227385591472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-for-celebration.html' title='Cause for Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3584104898137288161</id><published>2011-02-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:33:14.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There wasn't enough excitement packed into this week so we had to pack in just a little bit more - the Far East Festival!&amp;nbsp; Everyone put on their best duds for this banquet.&amp;nbsp; Here are all the first and second graders all dressed up and posing with the dragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKttITvH9JE/TVcFZutaLQI/AAAAAAAABI0/9NdOw31UzJU/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKttITvH9JE/TVcFZutaLQI/AAAAAAAABI0/9NdOw31UzJU/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moments before the dragon's mouth was under thorough investigation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_nsBtvbsQs/TVcGooEFEyI/AAAAAAAABI4/WLnXH_loJ_I/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_nsBtvbsQs/TVcGooEFEyI/AAAAAAAABI4/WLnXH_loJ_I/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely ladies of Table 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZegdRPReY/TVcIYGfmY5I/AAAAAAAABJA/jk0EUNnS1Is/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZegdRPReY/TVcIYGfmY5I/AAAAAAAABJA/jk0EUNnS1Is/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody practiced with their chopsticks.&amp;nbsp; Some were more successful than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNQt1OCfx0/TVcHYw9BccI/AAAAAAAABI8/iVqVH1A2Gj8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmNQt1OCfx0/TVcHYw9BccI/AAAAAAAABI8/iVqVH1A2Gj8/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was&amp;nbsp;dinner&amp;nbsp;entertainment including&amp;nbsp;a Korean song sung, a fairy tale acted out and we even had a dancing dragon and fireworks, if you can believe that.&amp;nbsp; There were shreaks and gasps for every firework at my table.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure they had a good time and won't be forgetting it anytime soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJR0WrRSy-U/TVcJDf-gTJI/AAAAAAAABJE/ukDWVfQgOPs/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJR0WrRSy-U/TVcJDf-gTJI/AAAAAAAABJE/ukDWVfQgOPs/s320/024.JPG" width="240" /&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/3447808568310076381-3584104898137288161?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3584104898137288161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3584104898137288161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3584104898137288161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3584104898137288161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/02/far-east-festival.html' title='Far East Festival'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKttITvH9JE/TVcFZutaLQI/AAAAAAAABI0/9NdOw31UzJU/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3309125783778593543</id><published>2011-02-09T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:51:23.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightfully Diligent Dinosaurs Celebrate 100</title><content type='html'>Excitement has been building these last few days leading up to the 100th day of school!&amp;nbsp; One morning meeting found the second graders in particular plying me for information about how we were going to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; "Do you have anything in your head?," they asked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes, in fact I do.&amp;nbsp; A brain, eyes, ears...etc. etc."&amp;nbsp; Make them work for the answers is my philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, any ideas in your head."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm supposed to have ideas in my head?" and I strung them along a little further until finally, I asked them if they had any ideas in their heads.&amp;nbsp; A few came up but the one that caught everyone's attention was a Dinosaur Day.&amp;nbsp; We've been learning about dinosaurs in Science and they wanted to dress up which seemed pretty appropriate since we were celebrating 100 and all things very "old" and so that's how we came to be dressed like dinosaurs and playing with the number 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVL-ETwSptI/AAAAAAAABH0/uuFKUJfo7DY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVL-ETwSptI/AAAAAAAABH0/uuFKUJfo7DY/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody knows that if you don't want to become extinct you must DINOSIZE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMBqfgR9cI/AAAAAAAABH4/x4V369O6sCk/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMBqfgR9cI/AAAAAAAABH4/x4V369O6sCk/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a DINO DOLLAR DIG and tried to pick out exactly 100 pennies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMCWg1N7yI/AAAAAAAABH8/JLOLSBwENGk/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMCWg1N7yI/AAAAAAAABH8/JLOLSBwENGk/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a DINO DASH and tried to be the first to make it to 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMDp96_QjI/AAAAAAAABIE/T1TY9wsvxyw/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMDp96_QjI/AAAAAAAABIE/T1TY9wsvxyw/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made DINO ZEROS - a googol, a number with 100 zeros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMIv023PqI/AAAAAAAABIo/OjWxp1ZbgcM/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMIv023PqI/AAAAAAAABIo/OjWxp1ZbgcM/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We measured the DINO DISTANCE of 100 cubes and compared it to some dinos we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMEubQMgGI/AAAAAAAABIM/BKiZNXTc2N4/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMEubQMgGI/AAAAAAAABIM/BKiZNXTc2N4/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played DINO Heads or Tails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMGE3_420I/AAAAAAAABIY/-L3R-x7fyx4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMGE3_420I/AAAAAAAABIY/-L3R-x7fyx4/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made our own DINO DICTIONARY using the letters of some famous dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMFKkjiocI/AAAAAAAABIQ/c1z7s3tGelM/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMFKkjiocI/AAAAAAAABIQ/c1z7s3tGelM/s320/021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We discussed the DIFFICULTIES that having a DINO as a pet might create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMFoQbH79I/AAAAAAAABIU/Cad5aQATKcA/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMFoQbH79I/AAAAAAAABIU/Cad5aQATKcA/s320/027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played DINO DOT to DOT and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMGk_A_V1I/AAAAAAAABIc/wH6EJ0i9qHI/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMGk_A_V1I/AAAAAAAABIc/wH6EJ0i9qHI/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some of us even did a DINO DANCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMHDorpqEI/AAAAAAAABIg/6Bt5WeyYAag/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMHDorpqEI/AAAAAAAABIg/6Bt5WeyYAag/s320/043.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When it was all said and done we had even DEVOURED our own DINO cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMLqJ4bsSI/AAAAAAAABIw/xZWDdQqv5ww/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMLqJ4bsSI/AAAAAAAABIw/xZWDdQqv5ww/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMHr0DDaLI/AAAAAAAABIk/6c9gbfHHEtc/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVMHr0DDaLI/AAAAAAAABIk/6c9gbfHHEtc/s400/044.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are a vicious bunch!&amp;nbsp; Sure hope I survive the next 70 to 80 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3309125783778593543?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3309125783778593543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3309125783778593543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3309125783778593543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3309125783778593543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/02/delightfully-diligent-dinosaurs.html' title='Delightfully Diligent Dinosaurs Celebrate 100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVL-ETwSptI/AAAAAAAABH0/uuFKUJfo7DY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2211866616220419147</id><published>2011-02-09T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:37:29.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back by popular demand - Dress like you are 99 years old!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVLaF285L6I/AAAAAAAABHs/t7hVyaH0K3g/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVLaF285L6I/AAAAAAAABHs/t7hVyaH0K3g/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVLc4WeHOsI/AAAAAAAABHw/zLtFd_9zxWE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVLc4WeHOsI/AAAAAAAABHw/zLtFd_9zxWE/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing like an "old lady" falling over to send the "retirement crowd" into fits of giggles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2211866616220419147?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2211866616220419147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2211866616220419147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2211866616220419147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2211866616220419147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/02/99.html' title='99'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TVLaF285L6I/AAAAAAAABHs/t7hVyaH0K3g/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7597818689831358651</id><published>2011-02-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:10:41.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Teacher's Entertainment</title><content type='html'>Remember when you had new spelling words assigned to you each week and you had to do things with them at home&amp;nbsp;such as&amp;nbsp;writing them three times each, putting them in abc order or using them in sentences or a story.&amp;nbsp; Remember how sometimes that really began to feel quite pointless and you wondered why you had to use all those unrelated words in a story.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm here to tell you that it was really &lt;strike&gt;all&lt;/strike&gt; for your teacher's entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Scratch that!&amp;nbsp; Your teacher didn't get much entertainment out of seeing that you had written those words three times each&amp;nbsp;but the sentences and stories, now those were quality entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Case in point, one of the stories my second graders&amp;nbsp;produced&amp;nbsp;as homework&amp;nbsp;this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;student wrote an informational piece on driving from a second grade perspective.&amp;nbsp; This week's spelling words have been underlined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;infor mashoin on driving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. put your &lt;u&gt;clothes&lt;/u&gt; on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;close&lt;/u&gt; the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a &lt;u&gt;glad&lt;/u&gt; driver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. their is know &lt;u&gt;prize&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;u&gt;driving&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. their will be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;traffic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen &lt;u&gt;traffic&lt;/u&gt; you might have to go through a tanall&lt;/strong&gt; (tunnel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now you can &lt;u&gt;become&lt;/u&gt; a driver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very sage advice.&amp;nbsp; Wonder if number one is included in the driver's ed manual?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7597818689831358651?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7597818689831358651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7597818689831358651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7597818689831358651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7597818689831358651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-your-teachers-entertainment.html' title='For Your Teacher&apos;s Entertainment'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3287191528860273674</id><published>2011-02-01T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:10:56.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me and I Can Do It (Maybe???)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess I must be partly a visual learner because I love to see things in pictures before I do them.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea that one could find tutorials on how to do just about anything until my friend &lt;a href="http://bellablogga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt; started posting all the fancy things that she had been making by following tutorials.&amp;nbsp; So I was inspired to tackle some sewing projects using tutorials.&amp;nbsp; So here are the two pillows I've produced.&amp;nbsp; The one on the right has an envelope opening.&amp;nbsp; The strips of raspberry fabric are leftover from my curtains.&amp;nbsp; The proportions seem a little off but I wasn't measuring too carefully. Surprise!&amp;nbsp;Surprise!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUgAqBd8uiI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ao93QBbwFN4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUgAqBd8uiI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ao93QBbwFN4/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pleated pillow on the left.&amp;nbsp; The tutorial came from &lt;a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2010/03/decorate-my-home-part-13-pleated-pillow.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I got tired of measuring so it's not the straightest thing in the world.&amp;nbsp; Plus I couldn't get the tension quite right on the thread.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I could turn all the pleats over so&amp;nbsp;the puckered thread is hidden.&amp;nbsp; It took a while to make all the pleats but I ironed and sewed&amp;nbsp;while someone was chatting with me so it was the perfect project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUhL-11Y8YI/AAAAAAAABHc/ew4SsZ2x5Rg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUhL-11Y8YI/AAAAAAAABHc/ew4SsZ2x5Rg/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a zipper in this project. A first for me so I used this &lt;a href="http://aloadofcraft.blogspot.com/2010/07/tutorial-how-to-make-zippered-throw.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; along with my sewing machine instruction book to help with the changing of the feet.&amp;nbsp; I would definitely recommend the zipper closure as opposed to the envelope closure.&amp;nbsp; It just seems to look neater.&amp;nbsp; So there you have it - I'm moving beyond paper into other areas of craftiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3287191528860273674?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3287191528860273674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3287191528860273674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3287191528860273674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3287191528860273674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/02/show-me-and-i-can-do-it-maybe.html' title='Show Me and I Can Do It (Maybe???)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUgAqBd8uiI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ao93QBbwFN4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7101736649463778715</id><published>2011-01-30T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:46:13.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering Inspiration from Other Sources</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My neighbor, Sam, asked me to make a wedding card so I visited&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hedgehogsandladybirds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy's&lt;/a&gt; blog because&amp;nbsp;I just discovered it recently and I love her style.&amp;nbsp; Using her &lt;a href="http://hedgehogsandladybirds.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch-week-day-5.html"&gt;sketch&lt;/a&gt; I came up with this card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZgfL5ZoqI/AAAAAAAABG4/pB9UrWnTE5c/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZgfL5ZoqI/AAAAAAAABG4/pB9UrWnTE5c/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made another one which I like even better and the great news is that I heard that a friend of mine from eighth grade just got engaged so maybe I'll get to use it very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZijo7vc5I/AAAAAAAABG8/AnGOLYPb-bQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZijo7vc5I/AAAAAAAABG8/AnGOLYPb-bQ/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I went back to playing along with the sketches because it was fun.&amp;nbsp; Using this &lt;a href="http://hedgehogsandladybirds.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch-week-day-4.html"&gt;sketch&lt;/a&gt; I came up with this card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZjoKnjsOI/AAAAAAAABHA/JOuf0fl5gac/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZjoKnjsOI/AAAAAAAABHA/JOuf0fl5gac/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I used this &lt;a href="http://hedgehogsandladybirds.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch-week-day.html"&gt;sketch&lt;/a&gt; to make a birthday card.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time I have ever paper pieced.&amp;nbsp; I won't do it very often because it's time consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZlfPcg1KI/AAAAAAAABHE/xQ3mRPVGUbc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZlfPcg1KI/AAAAAAAABHE/xQ3mRPVGUbc/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let's see then I tried out this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hedgehogsandladybirds.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch-week-day-7.html"&gt;sketch&lt;/a&gt; and created another birthday card.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZm-Mt6HPI/AAAAAAAABHI/zmLO__bVxUs/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZm-Mt6HPI/AAAAAAAABHI/zmLO__bVxUs/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I took a bit of a break after my Christmas crafting spree so it was fun to get back into it and use some more of my new papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7101736649463778715?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7101736649463778715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7101736649463778715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7101736649463778715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7101736649463778715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/01/gathering-inspiration-from-other.html' title='Gathering Inspiration from Other Sources'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TUZgfL5ZoqI/AAAAAAAABG4/pB9UrWnTE5c/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3922156889412440539</id><published>2011-01-29T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:58:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What TCKs Talk About Over Lunch</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I enjoyed a picnic lunch at the Niamey Zoo.&amp;nbsp; I found myself seated next to a third grade girl from Pakistan and a fourth grade girl from Switzerland.&amp;nbsp; Both girls have spent the majority of their lives living outside their passport country so they definitely qualify as genuine third culture kids (TCKS).&amp;nbsp; They began by commenting on how cool it was that they had both brought their lunch in the backpack they had received when they flew Air Emirates.&amp;nbsp; Then we talked about the food on Air Emirates which somehow led into a conversation about how many countries they had been to.&amp;nbsp; They are 9 and 10 years old and this definitely qualifies as important stuff in their world.&amp;nbsp; The ten year is old is almost a third my age and she's already got me beat.&amp;nbsp; I tallied up 11 countries visited or lived in for myself and she had about 13 or 14 and to top it off she rode a yak in one of them.&amp;nbsp; There was no way I could compete with that!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Culture Kids are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3922156889412440539?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3922156889412440539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3922156889412440539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3922156889412440539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3922156889412440539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-tcks-talk-about-over-lunch.html' title='What TCKs Talk About Over Lunch'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6522096097911218026</id><published>2011-01-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:29:38.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I do that?</title><content type='html'>I had this friend at Toccoa Falls College for whom college was her very first introduction to the western world.&amp;nbsp; She did some hilarious things out of complete innocence and just wondering what might happen.&amp;nbsp; For example, she pulled the fire alarm simply&amp;nbsp;because the little handle said "Pull" so she wanted to know what would happen.&amp;nbsp; On another occasion, she took the cleaning product she used to clean the small chapel on campus and decided to spray her name into the wall -&amp;nbsp;again, simply out of curiosity.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, after it&amp;nbsp;dried the light would hit it just right and one could see her name displayed in large letters.&amp;nbsp; Her expression after these "clueless" moments was always a very innocent, "Did I do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is some clueless&amp;nbsp;person around these parts&amp;nbsp;shrugging their shoulders and innocently proclaiming, "Did I do that?"&amp;nbsp; And what exactly&amp;nbsp;is it that they've done?&amp;nbsp; You can read all about it &lt;a href="http://ourwrightingpad.blogspot.com/2011/01/since-were-on-subject-of-mail-this-week.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mom, I've been craving some of your roast beef.&amp;nbsp; Do you mind sending me some in the mail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6522096097911218026?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6522096097911218026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6522096097911218026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6522096097911218026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6522096097911218026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-i-do-that.html' title='Did I do that?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-9136558190819531103</id><published>2011-01-10T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:38:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to Soothe the Soul</title><content type='html'>Love&amp;nbsp;getting exposed to new songs at SIM conference.&amp;nbsp; These were two very meaningful songs that were sung this week by the Green Valley Team.&amp;nbsp; Must pay a visit to the itunes store very soon because I've only played them about 50 times each tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/nQ6-4Hak4YA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ6-4Hak4YA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ6-4Hak4YA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Befriended &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;by Matt Redman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/978zzcB4SZI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/978zzcB4SZI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/978zzcB4SZI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Came Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Brian Johnson﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-9136558190819531103?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/9136558190819531103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=9136558190819531103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/9136558190819531103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/9136558190819531103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2011/01/music-to-soothe-soul.html' title='Music to Soothe the Soul'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3546719569158368439</id><published>2010-12-29T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:35:21.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Rolex Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Oh, did you think I was giving away a Rolex?&amp;nbsp; Just kidding!&amp;nbsp; I already gave it away for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu4gNOW2HI/AAAAAAAABGE/UwoIrYy0z0Q/s1600/rolex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu4gNOW2HI/AAAAAAAABGE/UwoIrYy0z0Q/s1600/rolex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, so I didn't give away a &lt;strike&gt;Rolex&lt;/strike&gt;...it was a RollRex and hence the entertainment value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu421YVLvI/AAAAAAAABGI/AVvZze7uaKI/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu421YVLvI/AAAAAAAABGI/AVvZze7uaKI/s320/112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm... these RollRex look strikingly like Ferrero Rocher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu6FAzNMcI/AAAAAAAABGM/YHYtDR0frXE/s1600/ferrero+rocher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu6FAzNMcI/AAAAAAAABGM/YHYtDR0frXE/s1600/ferrero+rocher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you think?&amp;nbsp; Should we give this company bonus points for their ability to be creative?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to exercise a little more creativity in my Christmas giving.&amp;nbsp; For my Mom, I made this set of cards.&amp;nbsp; I really loved the way the way each one turned out different but had the same papers and colors.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a blessing that I was actually able to send this gift along with one for my Dad&amp;nbsp;with someone traveling back to Toronto!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So they had a present to open from me on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu7pcsX2sI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kTocI8BnosU/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu7pcsX2sI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kTocI8BnosU/s400/118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another little card&amp;nbsp;set I made&amp;nbsp;by playing&amp;nbsp;with a bunch of my fun new scrapbooking papers.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu8EcsmJTI/AAAAAAAABGU/V9AL70UZZAI/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu8EcsmJTI/AAAAAAAABGU/V9AL70UZZAI/s400/106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some fun hair things which I forgot to take a picture of but I think I'll be making more in the future so maybe they'll get their day in the&amp;nbsp;blog spotlight.&amp;nbsp;Mmm, crafty Christmases are so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3546719569158368439?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3546719569158368439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3546719569158368439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3546719569158368439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3546719569158368439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-rolex-giveaway.html' title='The Big Rolex Giveaway'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TRu4gNOW2HI/AAAAAAAABGE/UwoIrYy0z0Q/s72-c/rolex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1846593895301943518</id><published>2010-12-17T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:54:56.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa was passing through&amp;nbsp;today on his vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtxsemsKZI/AAAAAAAABFY/KNP5_KVwCEw/s1600/223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtxsemsKZI/AAAAAAAABFY/KNP5_KVwCEw/s320/223.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He gathered his friends and admirers for a little sack revelation.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtyU9UX-vI/AAAAAAAABFc/fE8mQ5Cgse4/s1600/224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtyU9UX-vI/AAAAAAAABFc/fE8mQ5Cgse4/s320/224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was off to climb the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtzCObEnxI/AAAAAAAABFg/0ryQNS4fRUI/s1600/227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtzCObEnxI/AAAAAAAABFg/0ryQNS4fRUI/s320/227.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But as his tummy was extra wide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtzqu1q_FI/AAAAAAAABFk/_hcPYEKrvj0/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQtzqu1q_FI/AAAAAAAABFk/_hcPYEKrvj0/s320/228.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he needed help from every side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQt6bdkxAeI/AAAAAAAABF8/-G5bwI4T8gQ/s1600/231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQt6bdkxAeI/AAAAAAAABF8/-G5bwI4T8gQ/s320/231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No method was left untried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQt1Gj2lvsI/AAAAAAAABFs/K-6uSALQD_8/s1600/230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQt1Gj2lvsI/AAAAAAAABFs/K-6uSALQD_8/s320/230.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Until finally, he ascended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Love notes...I got one today from a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpEpVI-QaI/AAAAAAAABE0/Tpfctbhc2f8/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpEpVI-QaI/AAAAAAAABE0/Tpfctbhc2f8/s320/scan0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpG9EinPHI/AAAAAAAABE4/bDgL8-lUy3U/s1600/scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpG9EinPHI/AAAAAAAABE4/bDgL8-lUy3U/s320/scan0004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, how can that not put a smile on your face?&amp;nbsp; It came along with a gift of homemade hot chocolate mix and I have to tell you that to me that hot chocolate mix is like a little love note from God.&amp;nbsp; The mornings are cool and I have been drinking hot chocolate like it is going out of style.&amp;nbsp; Just this week, I looked into the container and thought to myself, "Hmm, that's almost finished.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to be sad when it's gone."&amp;nbsp; And voila, God took care of a small insignificant desire by using a student to bless me with the very thing I desired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nothing says love to me like mail and wouldn't you know it when I arrived home, I had two very unexpected packages - one from a former student with a joke a day calendar - love it!﻿&amp;nbsp; The other one from the LAC Bible Quizing Team.&amp;nbsp; They made a poster/puzzle and when they prayed over who to send it to, God brought me to mind so they sent it along with a box full of goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpPle-coKI/AAAAAAAABE8/EUZN3oDs_lw/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpPle-coKI/AAAAAAAABE8/EUZN3oDs_lw/s320/096.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not just any kind of goodies - these are some of my favorite goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpauzXJDuI/AAAAAAAABFI/UeoZtCQ0nyo/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpauzXJDuI/AAAAAAAABFI/UeoZtCQ0nyo/s320/099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M &amp;amp; Ms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpcivA_PdI/AAAAAAAABFM/PhlQI6XUJH8/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpcivA_PdI/AAAAAAAABFM/PhlQI6XUJH8/s320/100.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candy Cane Hot Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of all the things they could have sent? Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So needless to say, I was crying over my hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpgCDBfBwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ebuSLaNA9aw/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpgCDBfBwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ebuSLaNA9aw/s320/101.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two&amp;nbsp;jars of hot chocolate&amp;nbsp;may not look like love notes but today they communicated to me the love of children in my life, faithful people praying for me and most of all a Father in Heaven who delights to demonstrate his love in tangible ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpRhcH45CI/AAAAAAAABFA/FOVbIMfQBsI/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpRhcH45CI/AAAAAAAABFA/FOVbIMfQBsI/s320/098.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 33:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"May your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5836124636269989573?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5836124636269989573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5836124636269989573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5836124636269989573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5836124636269989573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-notes-and-boxes-of-love.html' title='Love Notes and Boxes of Love'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQpEpVI-QaI/AAAAAAAABE0/Tpfctbhc2f8/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4662078554947149795</id><published>2010-12-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:52:05.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Never Be Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let it never be said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKd1jOLL8I/AAAAAAAABEo/LuVv3rVadc0/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKd1jOLL8I/AAAAAAAABEo/LuVv3rVadc0/s400/130.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...that I haven't taught angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKeYh24fDI/AAAAAAAABEs/X7f7w6Yf8f0/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKeYh24fDI/AAAAAAAABEs/X7f7w6Yf8f0/s400/131.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...that angels can't have strange itches in their armpits.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKe8ChFAiI/AAAAAAAABEw/5bR5-T7HS4E/s1600/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKe8ChFAiI/AAAAAAAABEw/5bR5-T7HS4E/s400/132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...that angels can't make you laugh.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4662078554947149795?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4662078554947149795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4662078554947149795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4662078554947149795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4662078554947149795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-never-be-said.html' title='Let It Never Be Said'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TQKd1jOLL8I/AAAAAAAABEo/LuVv3rVadc0/s72-c/130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2807986067783489445</id><published>2010-12-05T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:47:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fast becoming one of my favorite traditions here.&amp;nbsp; It's so beautiful to be out under the stars remembering and wondering over that first Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwIDXfVx3I/AAAAAAAABEk/1DPUFXhUuAg/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwIDXfVx3I/AAAAAAAABEk/1DPUFXhUuAg/s400/072.JPG" width="300" /&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/3447808568310076381-2807986067783489445?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2807986067783489445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2807986067783489445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2807986067783489445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2807986067783489445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/simply-beautiful.html' title='Simply Beautiful'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwIDXfVx3I/AAAAAAAABEk/1DPUFXhUuAg/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5081120142399929269</id><published>2010-12-05T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:35:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craftiness</title><content type='html'>Every year there is a Christmas Bazaar here in our fair city.&amp;nbsp; Two of my friends, Cathy &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Shannon&amp;nbsp;were going to have a booth with lots of Christmas ornaments and other handmade items. &amp;nbsp;I had been kind of toying with the idea of trying to sell some of my cards so they invited me to join forces with them.&amp;nbsp; In the end, I didn't count how many cards I made but there were big and little ones, cards in bunches and even little bittie ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv2n5JPklI/AAAAAAAABDw/HHwC47f3DFk/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv2n5JPklI/AAAAAAAABDw/HHwC47f3DFk/s320/133.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv4DrrwEOI/AAAAAAAABD0/0EP2evwSp5U/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv8iUZj0rI/AAAAAAAABEI/5O0o2jnPQpk/s320/142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv-PgHWYoI/AAAAAAAABEM/0QXLHVE_DYM/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv-PgHWYoI/AAAAAAAABEM/0QXLHVE_DYM/s320/143.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv_GOdKdHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eg2JNE59pM0/s1600/144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv_GOdKdHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eg2JNE59pM0/s320/144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwACSbk2LI/AAAAAAAABEU/robvQurnn4Q/s1600/145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwACSbk2LI/AAAAAAAABEU/robvQurnn4Q/s320/145.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwAy5OOlzI/AAAAAAAABEY/JrRc9-LFvEs/s320/146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend was the Christmas Bazaar and thanks to Cathy and Shannon, I got to hang out in a nice shady spot soaking in their craftiness, greeting lots of people and make some money to buy some new fun crafty stuff!&amp;nbsp; Now my only problem is that I am a long way from my local scrapbooking store! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwFfmWMmEI/AAAAAAAABEc/0rM1k0VKUfE/s1600/crafty+booth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPwFfmWMmEI/AAAAAAAABEc/0rM1k0VKUfE/s320/crafty+booth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5081120142399929269?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5081120142399929269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5081120142399929269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5081120142399929269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5081120142399929269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/craftiness.html' title='Craftiness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPv2n5JPklI/AAAAAAAABDw/HHwC47f3DFk/s72-c/133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8950575037164399445</id><published>2010-12-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:53:33.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Progression of Imagination</title><content type='html'>Transportation is the theme as of late in our classroom.&amp;nbsp; One&amp;nbsp;afternoon we were talking about transportation before wheels and I brought a box to school so the kids could pull each other around in the box and get a feel for how difficult it was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpGt1Ck-tI/AAAAAAAABDo/T-oVP9Fi78E/s1600/124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpGt1Ck-tI/AAAAAAAABDo/T-oVP9Fi78E/s320/124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I brought out two little four wheeled carts so they could see the difference in moving someone when you have wheels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpDLrgB2vI/AAAAAAAABDk/ifh_T7YqTA0/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpDLrgB2vI/AAAAAAAABDk/ifh_T7YqTA0/s320/122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpAWvfbb5I/AAAAAAAABDg/uiuJIWacNiw/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpAWvfbb5I/AAAAAAAABDg/uiuJIWacNiw/s320/117.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our lesson ended but I let them continue playing with the box and carts and it wasn't long before one little boy convinced everyone that the box should be placed on the two carts for a whole new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpHXfU7-kI/AAAAAAAABDs/PltzEqDhoNo/s1600/123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpHXfU7-kI/AAAAAAAABDs/PltzEqDhoNo/s320/123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;How fun to watch the progression of imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8950575037164399445?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8950575037164399445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8950575037164399445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8950575037164399445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8950575037164399445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/progression-of-imagination.html' title='The Progression of Imagination'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPpGt1Ck-tI/AAAAAAAABDo/T-oVP9Fi78E/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1376791495835035942</id><published>2010-12-04T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:01:56.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SIM AIR Guys - Not Just Pilots or Pretty Faces</title><content type='html'>The SIM AIR Guys - they aren't just pilots or pretty faces (as one of them who shall remain nameless but might just be pictured directly below likes to say).&amp;nbsp; Yes, they will fly you wherever you want to go in Niger, within reason and they are even willing to fly you across borders but they also know how to give a mean field trip. Of course, when four of the children in your class belong to them they are bound to rise to the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnuYFTf94I/AAAAAAAABDE/z8_cCrQ3h_I/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnuYFTf94I/AAAAAAAABDE/z8_cCrQ3h_I/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will explain how the plane works and let you try out the headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnu7sTbgZI/AAAAAAAABDI/fs6n05w3f7E/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnu7sTbgZI/AAAAAAAABDI/fs6n05w3f7E/s320/045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will even let you climb in the pilot's seat and handle the yoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnxF5e5DpI/AAAAAAAABDY/aMBv9wWQ_HQ/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnxF5e5DpI/AAAAAAAABDY/aMBv9wWQ_HQ/s320/036.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll get a chance to try out the passengers' seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnwkDspymI/AAAAAAAABDU/F0913MSTrnI/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnwkDspymI/AAAAAAAABDU/F0913MSTrnI/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will even get to eat lunch in the pilots' lounge and leave your crumbs everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnxiMhvAGI/AAAAAAAABDc/5DQaNLT2LLA/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnxiMhvAGI/AAAAAAAABDc/5DQaNLT2LLA/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They know how to make a grand entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnv9bL-tKI/AAAAAAAABDQ/jCZoGMjhMZs/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnv9bL-tKI/AAAAAAAABDQ/jCZoGMjhMZs/s320/049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and an amazing paper airplane which they'll even let you fly in their hangar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can do all this and what's more they are even willing to use their amazing airport connections to get you&amp;nbsp;out to see the airport fire station, climb in the firetrucks and watch them spray the world's "biggest" water gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, they aren't just pilots or pretty faces...they know how to put on an unforgettable field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1376791495835035942?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1376791495835035942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1376791495835035942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1376791495835035942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1376791495835035942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/12/sim-air-guys-not-just-pilots-or-pretty.html' title='The SIM AIR Guys - Not Just Pilots or Pretty Faces'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TPnuYFTf94I/AAAAAAAABDE/z8_cCrQ3h_I/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2532076362649667110</id><published>2010-11-19T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:23:54.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intergalatic Space Fair</title><content type='html'>The Sahel Student Council planned an Intergalatic Space Fair last Saturday evening which took me back to my K.A. days and the anticipation of waiting for Fun Fair, a veritable carnival of fun.&amp;nbsp; That's pretty much what we enjoyed this past Saturday as well.&amp;nbsp; There were carnival games like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meteor Blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb7xNqpZFI/AAAAAAAABCo/soOLU6NO2NQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb7xNqpZFI/AAAAAAAABCo/soOLU6NO2NQ/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fish Upon a Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb9Ja0p-bI/AAAAAAAABCs/hOKFDXxrEdU/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb9Ja0p-bI/AAAAAAAABCs/hOKFDXxrEdU/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destroying Blazlack Germs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb-8fr0geI/AAAAAAAABCw/ODr1ZXdTHJk/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb-8fr0geI/AAAAAAAABCw/ODr1ZXdTHJk/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Astroid Defense System.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOcEfqiO7DI/AAAAAAAABC8/onSbUeKBToY/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOcEfqiO7DI/AAAAAAAABC8/onSbUeKBToY/s320/020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the highlight had to be the SI-MUL-8R&amp;nbsp; KR8.&amp;nbsp; The kids got inside&amp;nbsp;a crate which&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;outfitted with seat, control panels, headphones from our friendly SIM Air guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TObqm76ZRwI/AAAAAAAABCU/c9PZyypHd44/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TObqm76ZRwI/AAAAAAAABCU/c9PZyypHd44/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the door was closed and the crate&amp;nbsp;which was on top of a wagon was tipped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb1mdTM8yI/AAAAAAAABCc/yoPMNJLUykQ/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb1mdTM8yI/AAAAAAAABCc/yoPMNJLUykQ/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At this point&amp;nbsp;lift off began complete with countdown and all the sounds of a real takeoff.&amp;nbsp;And then our director spent the next few minutes rocking the crate back and forth&amp;nbsp;giving the kids their own personal ride through "space".&amp;nbsp; All the while a video camera which had been hooked up inside the crate, displayed for the outside world the riding astronaut's reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb6aNZ8S8I/AAAAAAAABCk/NMP0WoQooMU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb6aNZ8S8I/AAAAAAAABCk/NMP0WoQooMU/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1523736315"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1523736316"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can I just tell you that I work with some pretty creative people!&amp;nbsp; Kudos to Brian and Cathy for dreaming this amazing ride up.&amp;nbsp; Brian especially deserves&amp;nbsp;a gold star&amp;nbsp;for standing there and shaking and rocking the kiddos all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Fun!&amp;nbsp; And on a side note the crate has been outside the library all week and it's been fun to watch the kids climb in and close the door while a friend on the outside rocks them back and forth...reliving the fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2532076362649667110?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2532076362649667110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2532076362649667110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2532076362649667110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2532076362649667110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/11/intergalatic-space-fair.html' title='The Intergalatic Space Fair'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TOb7xNqpZFI/AAAAAAAABCo/soOLU6NO2NQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4744765218015218790</id><published>2010-11-13T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:25:15.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Seen On the Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh my, I love the bridge.&amp;nbsp; That's where all the funny stuff happens.&amp;nbsp; Picture it with me, if you will.&amp;nbsp; Samantha and I pull up to the stop light where we notice a man and a boy on a moto and stuffed between the two of them is&amp;nbsp;a full grown sheep.&amp;nbsp; So I say to Sam, "Too bad you don't have your camera out and you could take a picture."&amp;nbsp; She hurriedly proceeds to get it out and we chase them down for a picture on the straightaway towards the bridge.&amp;nbsp; We get to the corner and suddenly I see the sheep's tail lift up.&amp;nbsp; Uhoh, that's not good...that's a sure sign and yes indeed, here it comes - poop - basically right into the kid's hand.&amp;nbsp; Then the sheep decides that he is not happy to be sandwiched between two people on a moto...so now the kid has a pooping, bucking sheep and why don't we just throw a traffic jam in there for good measure.&amp;nbsp; Ahh yes, another unforgettable moment on the bridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN8ON6lnpcI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtzxvgu-BKs/s320/scan0001.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 377px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 408px; visibility: hidden;" width="75" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN8ON6lnpcI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtzxvgu-BKs/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN8ON6lnpcI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtzxvgu-BKs/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="250" /&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/3447808568310076381-4744765218015218790?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4744765218015218790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4744765218015218790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4744765218015218790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4744765218015218790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-seen-on-bridge.html' title='As Seen On the Bridge'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN8ON6lnpcI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtzxvgu-BKs/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5560936513101405752</id><published>2010-11-13T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:06:59.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What TCKs Do For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Growing up in Nigeria, there was nothing that made me happier than the local garbage pile. It was a treasure trove of tin cans, boxes and other pieces of junk just waiting to be imagined into something new. Thirty something years later and that still seems to be a third culture kid's favorite toy chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;three weekends ago that a town sprung to life on our campus made from cement blocks, junky pieces of wood, broken tile, cans, toilet paper&amp;nbsp;rolls&amp;nbsp;and all manner of other items. For the past three weeks, when the recess bell rings this "town" becomes a busy center of activity - buying and selling with bottle caps as money, sweeping and cleaning, building and fixing. This town has a bank, a mayor, a military camp, stores and even houses with generators (after all we do live in Niger)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the thriving metropolis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5Mn9yUT_I/AAAAAAAABAs/aUkFEPyrzJ4/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5Mn9yUT_I/AAAAAAAABAs/aUkFEPyrzJ4/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A closer look inside a house.&amp;nbsp; Great care is spent each day in sweeping away the dirt from each yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5NSeCL8kI/AAAAAAAABAw/5OvvQ7zvogQ/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5NSeCL8kI/AAAAAAAABAw/5OvvQ7zvogQ/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A "No Trespassing" sign!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5RBT64gKI/AAAAAAAABA0/IrGGip15JKg/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5RBT64gKI/AAAAAAAABA0/IrGGip15JKg/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And why not?&amp;nbsp; As the sellers of the sweepers (a section of a&amp;nbsp;tree branch), &lt;br /&gt;their product is in high demand and must be protected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5Rxq-s67I/AAAAAAAABA4/KsgC7XcOijg/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5Rxq-s67I/AAAAAAAABA4/KsgC7XcOijg/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These propietors are a tad bit more welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5ZIsQFQoI/AAAAAAAABBM/dFQK3ZVWfTw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5ZIsQFQoI/AAAAAAAABBM/dFQK3ZVWfTw/s320/026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door is the bank.&amp;nbsp; Notice the flag out front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5SioWKKrI/AAAAAAAABA8/0tvDS-yR8pU/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5SioWKKrI/AAAAAAAABA8/0tvDS-yR8pU/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The local farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5apoSwuOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8vAZ-muNyDk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5apoSwuOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8vAZ-muNyDk/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Every town needs a military encampment ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5bgvWXZVI/AAAAAAAABBU/YiGzqK7jA64/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5bgvWXZVI/AAAAAAAABBU/YiGzqK7jA64/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with soldiers keeping guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5cD9PHLgI/AAAAAAAABBY/7oft9Zso2_g/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5cD9PHLgI/AAAAAAAABBY/7oft9Zso2_g/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the mayor's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5f-NSdXpI/AAAAAAAABBc/atFJtOJ9phQ/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5f-NSdXpI/AAAAAAAABBc/atFJtOJ9phQ/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking he needs to upgrade because he doesn't even have a generator like these folks here!&amp;nbsp; (Pringle can on the left is the ever essential generator.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5hTggyHZI/AAAAAAAABBg/q2AK28e8xSA/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5hTggyHZI/AAAAAAAABBg/q2AK28e8xSA/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are several Tonka trucks and a bulldozer that industriously make the rounds through town each day picking up garbage and transporting stuff.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I missed taking their picture.&amp;nbsp; So there you have it - 50 or so TCKs using their imaginations and this is what you get.&amp;nbsp; Fun for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5560936513101405752?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5560936513101405752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5560936513101405752&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5560936513101405752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5560936513101405752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-tcks-do-for-fun.html' title='What TCKs Do For Fun'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN5Mn9yUT_I/AAAAAAAABAs/aUkFEPyrzJ4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4667860266382088795</id><published>2010-11-09T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T06:41:12.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are in the middle of building an administrative wing on the end of&amp;nbsp;our high school building.&amp;nbsp; This will be our first two story building on campus and today was the day chosen to pour cement for the second floor.&amp;nbsp; Here in Niger you don't call the cement truck to deliver you load after load of cement for your floor.&amp;nbsp; The entire amount of cement was hand mixed and poured by about 50 men today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6fR5jBI_I/AAAAAAAABBs/mkUGA7L9Cw0/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6fR5jBI_I/AAAAAAAABBs/mkUGA7L9Cw0/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You can see that it took a lot of people to get the job done. In the foreground and to the right, the men are mixing the sand and rocks which was then added to the pile of cement on the left and mixed with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6f7KGcEQI/AAAAAAAABBw/-30aGXR7P9U/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6f7KGcEQI/AAAAAAAABBw/-30aGXR7P9U/s320/031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the cement was mixed on the ground, the men under the platform threw it up on to the platform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6geU1N4EI/AAAAAAAABB0/GvYMMul8v9A/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6geU1N4EI/AAAAAAAABB0/GvYMMul8v9A/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the platform the cement was thrown up to the second floor where it was placed in a wheelbarrow and poured out to make the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6hJCOhsPI/AAAAAAAABB4/B71ZLcVexZI/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6hJCOhsPI/AAAAAAAABB4/B71ZLcVexZI/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The entire floor had to be hand mixed and hand poured in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a day and night's work! Apparently, they won't be done until 3 or 4 in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4667860266382088795?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4667860266382088795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4667860266382088795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4667860266382088795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4667860266382088795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/11/construction-zone.html' title='Construction Zone'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TN6fR5jBI_I/AAAAAAAABBs/mkUGA7L9Cw0/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-425096523853674412</id><published>2010-10-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:59:22.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TLAeYBFr8kI/AAAAAAAAA_4/zGei8KpJkA4/s1600/odd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TLAeYBFr8kI/AAAAAAAAA_4/zGei8KpJkA4/s1600/odd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inspired by one of our new math books - that's what my students have been!&amp;nbsp; I checked this one out and read it on the day that I introduced the concept of even and add numbers.&amp;nbsp; They loved it!&amp;nbsp; It has a great story line, illustrations that get children&amp;nbsp;laughing and an ending that makes the reader want to put their hands on &lt;em&gt;My Even Day&lt;/em&gt; as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp; What I especially loved is that without any encouragement at all, my children were inspired to write stories about an odd day.&amp;nbsp; Plenty a mother was growing multiple heads or arms, playgrounds were turning into chocolate and school buses were driving around on one wheel.&amp;nbsp; One thing that is for sure, when I get back to the land of bookstores this is one that I will be purchasing for my own personal teaching library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-425096523853674412?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/425096523853674412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=425096523853674412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/425096523853674412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/425096523853674412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspired-by.html' title='Inspired By...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TLAeYBFr8kI/AAAAAAAAA_4/zGei8KpJkA4/s72-c/odd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1894717224576166930</id><published>2010-10-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:23:47.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know What All That Giggling Was About</title><content type='html'>This morning during writer's workshop there was a fair amount of giggling coming from the second graders and I could hear that they were playing around with words and poetry.&amp;nbsp; Working on report cards tonight, I have been reading their writing and coming across their silly creations like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a woody&lt;br /&gt;Who sat on a toody&lt;br /&gt;And went to the Loody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nonsensical!&amp;nbsp; Just the kind of stuff to make any second grader laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1894717224576166930?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1894717224576166930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1894717224576166930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1894717224576166930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1894717224576166930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-i-know-what-all-that-giggling-was.html' title='Now I Know What All That Giggling Was About'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2129571823066745266</id><published>2010-09-26T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T04:28:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Keep from Praising</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Praise the Lord, O my soul;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my inmost being, praise his holy name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and forget not all his benefits -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who forgives all your sins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and heals all your diseases,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who redeems your life from the pit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and crowns you with love and compassion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who satisfies your desires with good things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 103:1-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with someone this week who couldn't keep the praise from coming out of his mouth if he had tried.&amp;nbsp; J cleans my classroom so we get to have frequent conversations in the afternoon as he cleans and I work.&amp;nbsp; He was marveling over all that God has done in his life this summer.&amp;nbsp; He lives in an area that has been flooded by the Niger River.&amp;nbsp; At times he has left his house in the morning to come to work and waded into water up to his thighs to get on his way.&amp;nbsp; The mud wall around his compound collapsed due to all the water and yet amazingly, the water has not flooded his home.&amp;nbsp; All of his neighbors have left the area but he and his wife have been one in heart and mind that they are to stay put.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are trusting that God will protect their house, something that they have been very vocal about with their neighbors.&amp;nbsp; This has opened the door for them to openly testify to God's protection and provision in their lives.&amp;nbsp; Their neighbors are amazed that they are still there.&amp;nbsp; They were also amazed when a group of our students went out to help J with his wall...they stood around marveling at this group of white people helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J went on to share with me how he has four school age children and he wasn't quite sure where the money for school and school supplies was going to come from but they were also trusting the Lord for this need.&amp;nbsp; This past week the director of the school called them together and said that they wanted to help each one of the families with a set amount of money to be used expressly for schooling for their children.&amp;nbsp; It was just what he needed to pay for the tuition and the school supplies!&amp;nbsp; Now they are trusting God for the bicycle that his son needs to ride to school.&amp;nbsp; Near the end of our conversation, J summed it up by saying that this has been the first miracle that he has witnessed in his life - the miracle of God's provision for him in the midst of a very difficult circumstance.&amp;nbsp; It was such an encouragement to hear God's praise flowing off&amp;nbsp;J's lips and to know that in the midst of darkness, the testimony of J and his family is illuminating his neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2129571823066745266?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2129571823066745266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2129571823066745266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2129571823066745266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2129571823066745266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/09/cant-keep-from-praising.html' title='Can&apos;t Keep from Praising'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-365240093011035758</id><published>2010-08-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:51:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes a Village to Get a School Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you have ever taught&amp;nbsp;before you know that it takes a lot of work to get a school ready and that's not even factoring in the Niger dust which probably doubles the amount of work at our school.&amp;nbsp; However, if you had been hanging around our school these last couple of weeks you would have noticed something interesting.&amp;nbsp; An amazing amount of people have been pitching in to help us get ready!&amp;nbsp; There are the regulars...the janitors, the teachers, the youth pastor, the dorm parents, the principal, the director, among others.&amp;nbsp; But its our&amp;nbsp;job to get the school ready, after all.&amp;nbsp; The surprising and really awesome thing to see has been the students pitching in.&amp;nbsp; I have seen high school students right on down to second graders helping out.&amp;nbsp; There were even two dorm students who arrived today and instead of hanging out with their friends and&amp;nbsp;settling into their rooms&amp;nbsp;they were out mowing the lawn.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGr8H-t_yqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/LFfDU7eT5ok/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGr8H-t_yqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/LFfDU7eT5ok/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have even had alumni and parents of alumni and students helping us out.&amp;nbsp; Wow! What a blessing to be starting another school year in a community like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-365240093011035758?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/365240093011035758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=365240093011035758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/365240093011035758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/365240093011035758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-takes-village-to-get-school-ready.html' title='It Takes a Village to Get a School Ready'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGr8H-t_yqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/LFfDU7eT5ok/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7267143118478792799</id><published>2010-08-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:36:44.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGRakaqAzzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/cC8T45239KM/s1600/346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGRakaqAzzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/cC8T45239KM/s320/346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Shepherd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You provide wholly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You lead peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You renew daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guide righteously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You follow closely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You protect carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You prepare abundantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You honor undeservedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You pursue lovingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Good Shepherd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7267143118478792799?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7267143118478792799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7267143118478792799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7267143118478792799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7267143118478792799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/08/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TGRakaqAzzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/cC8T45239KM/s72-c/346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2419045399810789108</id><published>2010-08-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:22:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Making Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TF8kv0PxEeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFq85MPe47Q/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TF8kv0PxEeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFq85MPe47Q/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Books - millions and zillions of beautiful books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these books!&amp;nbsp; I don't quite have millions and zillions of them but someone donated roughly 200 or more of these leveled books.&amp;nbsp; They happen to be from&amp;nbsp;my favorite company too which makes the gift even sweeter.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited that my kids are going to have so much quality stuff to read.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat leveling these books, I thought about what a difference the ability to read can make in a life.&amp;nbsp; The last year I taught in Georgia I had a little boy who was quite the troublemaker at the beginning of the school year.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I caught him stealing the first week of school.&amp;nbsp; It was only after he qualified for the Reading Recovery program and spent several months of intensive one on one time with a teacher learning how to read, that I realized that his bad behaviour was&amp;nbsp;evidence of the frustration he felt over his inability to decipher the words on a page.&amp;nbsp; His behaviour improved exponentially once he learned to read.&amp;nbsp; He was no longer a problem in the classroom and other teachers noticed the difference, too.&amp;nbsp; Learning to read literally changed his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same year, the janitor that cleaned my classroom retired.&amp;nbsp; It was only near the end of his time at the school that I learned that he was illiterate.&amp;nbsp; At his retirement party, he had to hand the cards he received over to his wife because he couldn't read.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how his life would have been different if he had only learned how to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching children to read is such a privilege and maybe, just maybe, it will change their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2419045399810789108?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2419045399810789108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2419045399810789108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2419045399810789108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2419045399810789108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/08/currently-making-me-happy.html' title='Currently Making Me Happy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TF8kv0PxEeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFq85MPe47Q/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3024947981090698274</id><published>2010-07-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:15:59.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Just last week I took a road trip with two of my fellow teachers at Sahel.&amp;nbsp; We drove about six hours to the southwest to Ouagadougou, the capital city of Niger's neighbor, Burkina Faso.&amp;nbsp; Now you may think that crossing a border wouldn't bring any significant change but here's a difference I noticed right away.&amp;nbsp; In Burkina Faso women ride bicycles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH6MxtulTI/AAAAAAAAA-U/HRLCspdcdfo/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH6MxtulTI/AAAAAAAAA-U/HRLCspdcdfo/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall ever seeing a woman riding a bike in Niger.&amp;nbsp; Motos, yes.&amp;nbsp; Bicycles, no!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the taxis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Niger's taxis are a combination of white and red and they are almost always Toyotas.&amp;nbsp; In Burkina, however, when you take a taxi you are likely to have the privilige of riding in a green&amp;nbsp;Mercedes Benz.&amp;nbsp; Don't jump to any conclusions about riding in the lap of luxury.&amp;nbsp; Even a Mercedes Benz can be old and dilapitated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH7KRFjHiI/AAAAAAAAA-c/SMotzxbTuHw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH7KRFjHiI/AAAAAAAAA-c/SMotzxbTuHw/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now let's talk about the motos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Motos here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Motos there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Motos everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just look at this intersection that we are trying to make a turn in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH8GXo2jgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6vfjq8USJDI/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH8GXo2jgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/6vfjq8USJDI/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we would drive by places like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH9IZl3A4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/BvNGoVZw5Q8/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH9IZl3A4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/BvNGoVZw5Q8/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;which you might think was a moto dealership.&amp;nbsp; In reality, these are all motos belonging to the people that work within this compound.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even sure how you would find the moto that belongs to you in all that mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I enjoyed the cooler temperatures, the frequent rain and the green everywhere but I was happy to hit the road home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH96ijGaAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/A6RS_pXpv2Q/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH96ijGaAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/A6RS_pXpv2Q/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...to my quiet little city of Niamey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Never dreamed I'd refer to Niamey as quiet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3024947981090698274?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3024947981090698274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3024947981090698274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3024947981090698274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3024947981090698274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TFH6MxtulTI/AAAAAAAAA-U/HRLCspdcdfo/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8068806315551857573</id><published>2010-07-02T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T03:15:59.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the News</title><content type='html'>Did you know that my class made the news in the great state of Texas?&amp;nbsp; We had a class with whom we were penpals just outside of the Ft. Worth area.&amp;nbsp; In the last week of school, we arranged a skype conversation with them which had to take place very early in the morning for them and right before school let out for us.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, partway through the experience our internet started acting funny which put an end to the conversation.&amp;nbsp; We continued to try to reconnect and in those moments I would catch little sound bytes of what sounded like an interview&amp;nbsp;leading me to believe&amp;nbsp;there were reporters there.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed by the teacher who had been notified early that morningy by all three of the local tv stations that they would come to record these childrens experience connecting with their international penpals.&amp;nbsp; Later on, a friend of mine living in that area&amp;nbsp;confirmed that they had actually seen the newsclip on tv.&amp;nbsp; Really wish I could find that clip to share with you but I think that would be a waste of my time so instead I'll share this link to a news article featuring one of the families that joined our school community in January.&amp;nbsp; They are in the midst of starting a hospital for CURE.&amp;nbsp; It's a great article and there's even some talk about Sahel.&amp;nbsp; So &lt;a href="http://www.pennlive.com/bodyandmind/index.ssf/2010/06/2_area_families_help_establish.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8068806315551857573?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8068806315551857573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8068806315551857573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8068806315551857573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8068806315551857573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-news.html' title='In the News'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8057677162737209095</id><published>2010-07-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:04:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TCymFthojLI/AAAAAAAAA98/cBc8nNuqIxM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TCymFthojLI/AAAAAAAAA98/cBc8nNuqIxM/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TCytG857-rI/AAAAAAAAA-M/RVQZVwZCBaU/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TCytG857-rI/AAAAAAAAA-M/RVQZVwZCBaU/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have a house sitting job this summer. It comes with 24 hour air conditioning, satellite TV, a pool and these two beasts and I do mean beasts. Don't let the pictures fool you, they are big!&amp;nbsp; The cat has some issues but the dog is just a big one.&amp;nbsp; He could easily push me down if he wanted to.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, he loves people and is very gentle unless he is harassing the cat or greeting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8057677162737209095?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8057677162737209095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8057677162737209095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8057677162737209095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8057677162737209095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/07/beasts.html' title='The Beasts'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TCymFthojLI/AAAAAAAAA98/cBc8nNuqIxM/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1800704643095340607</id><published>2010-06-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:23:10.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutting Edge of Shoe Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I received a random e-mail from amazon today showing me the latest styles of shoes available for my purchase.&amp;nbsp; It had a cute pair of flipflops so I clicked on it to see if I could find out more details and it took me to a website with pictures of the latest shoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOCJPNT1YI/AAAAAAAAA8s/hrSNysaCRGo/s1600/clog+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOCJPNT1YI/AAAAAAAAA8s/hrSNysaCRGo/s320/clog+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOCMRgXIxI/AAAAAAAAA80/giJwaH_Xzkw/s1600/clog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOCMRgXIxI/AAAAAAAAA80/giJwaH_Xzkw/s320/clog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have to tell you I feel pretty good about the fact that I'm missing out on this trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So then I went in search of my flipflops and I came across these....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOITpA3ajI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-XvhUuXYe4/s1600/JS2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOITpA3ajI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-XvhUuXYe4/s320/JS2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOIQLG2OYI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZJ2pN0A4wwA/s1600/JS1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOIQLG2OYI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZJ2pN0A4wwA/s320/JS1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Jesus sandals" as my friend Michelle likes to call them.&amp;nbsp; I had to smile because I remembered walking with Michelle in downtown Toronto (one of her favorite places to be) and slipping into the Eaton Centre just as it was closing.&amp;nbsp; We saw some of these sandals in the window and I remember Michelle telling me that she had been wanting to find a pair of "Jesus sandals".&amp;nbsp; That was a couple of years ago.&amp;nbsp; Michelle claims that her fashion choices are just ahead of the trend...it appears that she might be right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly, I'm not as fashion forward as you, Michelle.&amp;nbsp; I'll be skipping this trend too although these ones could be cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOIlrbAqxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6iTWdT11QYk/s1600/JS3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOIlrbAqxI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6iTWdT11QYk/s320/JS3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1800704643095340607?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1800704643095340607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1800704643095340607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1800704643095340607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1800704643095340607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/06/cutting-edge-of-shoe-fashion.html' title='The Cutting Edge of Shoe Fashion'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TBOCJPNT1YI/AAAAAAAAA8s/hrSNysaCRGo/s72-c/clog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5272071516974591452</id><published>2010-05-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:48:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TAA2YfC84UI/AAAAAAAAA8k/txQT1K1R4Vg/s1600/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476436941161161026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TAA2YfC84UI/AAAAAAAAA8k/txQT1K1R4Vg/s400/IMG_2859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ending - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ending for this little class and the first step into a beginning for one of its members who won't be here to enjoy the last couple of days of school with us. &lt;p&gt;This morning I began the morning looking to complete the Bible lessons that had been left for my students and in the process, God had a message of encouragement for us as we stand on the brink of this ending and some new beginnings. It was a message delivered by Moses to Joshua who also stood at the end of a long wilderness wandering and the beginning of a new adventure in the Promised Land.&lt;em&gt; "Be strong and courageous...The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you, he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." Deuteronomy 31:7-8&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Lord himself goes before you." Perhaps it's the result of the numerous times I've moved, but those words seem to offer comfort on this day of endings and beginnings. So we talked about how we don't have to be afraid because God has already gone ahead and prepared a place for us and I asked each one of the kids who are making a "big" move how they could see that God had already gone ahead of their family and begun working and preparing a place for them. One mentioned that God had prepared a great school for them and they already had a friend at the school. Another mentioned that God had already provided them with a place to stay and the last one talked about how God had given her family the opportunity to spend three days in their new city so now it wouldn't feel so foreign. And I, I brushed my tears away, overwhelmed by the evidence of a God who cares deeply for these children and their families who have been called to this life of transition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5272071516974591452?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5272071516974591452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5272071516974591452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5272071516974591452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5272071516974591452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-of-endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/TAA2YfC84UI/AAAAAAAAA8k/txQT1K1R4Vg/s72-c/IMG_2859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2114372574240450982</id><published>2010-05-20T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:21:18.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life in Transition</title><content type='html'>The end of the school year is quickly approaching and with it comes the departure of many students and families. When you live a life in transition, these goodbyes are never easy and even the youngest students feel the pain of saying goodbye to things that are familiar and the fear of entering into the unknown. After discovering the author, Allen Say, I decided to use his books to talk with my students about the experience of living a life in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473369783620096610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S_VQ0a0IUmI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6K6k8Jg5Daw/s400/Grandfather%27s+Journey.jpg" /&gt;Allen Say is a Japanese-American. He was born in Japan and moved to America later in his childhood. Most of his stories are fictionalized accounts of his family's life between two cultures and they have provided my students and I with a lot of fodder for conversations about transition. We have talked about appreciating the good things that we enjoy about each of the countries that we may call "home." We have talked about the feelings we may have as we transition - anything from excitement to fear and confusion and about what we can do to make transition easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473369777049287346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S_VQ0CVhurI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1X71_PTOrEE/s400/How+My+Parents+Learned+to+Eat.jpg" /&gt;Today we read &lt;em&gt;How My Parents Learned to Eat&lt;/em&gt; which was written by Ina Friedman and illustrated by Allen Say. It is a story about an American sailor who falls in love with a Japanese girl but they never have dinner together because each one is afraid of eating in front of the other. Neither knows how to use the other's eating utensils but they never talk about it. When the sailor receives the news that his ship will be leaving, he decides that it is time to learn to eat with chopsticks so that he can have dinner with his girlfriend. At the same time, his girlfriend seeks the help of her uncle, who spent time in England, for lessons on how to eat with a fork. This leads to a very humourous ending where the girlfriend discovers that the British and the Americans don't use forks in the same way. My kids thoroughly enjoyed this book. One of them responded with a cross-cultural experience of her own which follows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first day I was in Niger I was really excited to learn everything they did in their culture. The thing I was most excited about was to learn to eat with my hands. Then I asked my mom if someone could teach me how to eat with my hands. But my mom said no because she said that we weren't going to have their culture even when we lived in Niger because we were leaving back to ________ in 2 years so then I didn't think about it anymore but I'm still wondering how they eat with their hands. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473369773504264610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S_VQz1IU-aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/JDZ_jERVdMM/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2114372574240450982?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2114372574240450982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2114372574240450982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2114372574240450982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2114372574240450982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-in-transition.html' title='A Life in Transition'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S_VQ0a0IUmI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6K6k8Jg5Daw/s72-c/Grandfather%27s+Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4495803040077288562</id><published>2010-05-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:54:43.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's On a Paper Ration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Recently&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buys&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rummage&lt;/span&gt; sale.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;subsequently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stolen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;runs&lt;/span&gt; off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; glass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decides&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; plant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; sets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; motion &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;growth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ensuing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; plant and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;, phone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; grader &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wrote&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470487013186727986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S-sS9GFh8DI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MJYOdEwy0Bo/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pschologist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;...I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; put on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt; ration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4495803040077288562?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4495803040077288562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4495803040077288562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4495803040077288562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4495803040077288562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/05/someones-on-paper-ration.html' title='Someone&apos;s On a Paper Ration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S-sS9GFh8DI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MJYOdEwy0Bo/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4168347859299655730</id><published>2010-04-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:50:43.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According To...</title><content type='html'>My students have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;penpaling&lt;/span&gt; with a group of students in the U.S. Before the break they wrote their second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;penpal&lt;/span&gt; letters and I got some good laughs from them. It’s important to edit these works just in case you run in to blatant misinformation like the student who wrote in response to the question “Does it snow in Niger?” :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It does snow in Niger.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about the source of her information, she claimed to have consulted the only Nigerien in the class. Bonus points for choosing the one most familiar with Niger…only problem is said source has never seen snow and yet claims it as her favorite type of weather. “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, why don’t we change that to: It never snows in Africa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the student who got excited about listing the animals that live in Niger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I can see many animals in Africa like camels, donkeys, sheep goats, chickens, ducks, hippos, birds, fish, sharks, stingrays, lions, elephants and giraffes.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, landlocked mean anything to you? “Let’s just remove the sharks and stingrays from the list okay, honey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we have saved our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;penpals&lt;/span&gt; from misinformation, what in the world do we tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely want to mention how many loose teeth you have, you might also want to talk about what kind of meats are available here in Niger and of course, you could always try listing the names of your cousins. But if you have seventeen of them, well, your teacher might steer you in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the comments that are just so true of Niger. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you bring a water bottle to school?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I went on a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Defa&lt;/span&gt;. It took 36 hours. We got to see dinosaur’s bones. But I did not see any animals except the cows.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Or the comments that show what children think happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Our librarian is gone to work in a restaurant so another Librarian took her place.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LaRae&lt;/span&gt; is doing in that restaurant of hers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the just plain funny and yet insightful comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Have you ever gone to Turkey? I did. If you are wondering if there is turkey in Turkey the answer is not so much.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it - the world according to the little people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4168347859299655730?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4168347859299655730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4168347859299655730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4168347859299655730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4168347859299655730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-according-to.html' title='The World According To...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4018852935966765004</id><published>2010-04-03T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:27:51.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Made Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just before leaving the U.S. I bought some material that I thought would be cute for kitchen curtains. I've been waiting on furniture to be made and so I haven't really done anything until this break with my apartment. But since my furniture is now made, I made some choices on material for my couches and chairs and for my bedroom curtains. Having all this material around got me inspired so I started thinking about what kind of curtain to make for my kitchen. My first thoughts were a roman shade like this one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456020201054856034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7etdzM642I/AAAAAAAAA7c/IOXB3-oeRvs/s400/roman_shade_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I started folding the material and holding it up wondering if I would even have enough. For some reason, as I held in up I turned the pleats sideways and BOOM! An idea was born. How about three pleats on one side of a curtain?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456226877830941938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7hpb-MNTPI/AAAAAAAAA78/EbK5eXmcUgk/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So I folded it and played around with it to see if I liked it. Laurence, my neighbor, suggested that a ribbon might accentuate the pleats. I just happened to have some in my scrapbook stash that was just the right color. So I went for it! And this is the final result...which I love! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456023382429299346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7ewW-vscpI/AAAAAAAAA70/lI_XWNWhsK8/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It kind of reminds me of a school girl's uniform. Anyway...just thought I would share a little of my craftiness with you.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7eteWQiSlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/OQh_QoGDqEg/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456020210465262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7eteWQiSlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/OQh_QoGDqEg/s400/054.JPG" 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/3447808568310076381-4018852935966765004?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4018852935966765004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4018852935966765004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4018852935966765004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4018852935966765004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-what-i-made-mom.html' title='Look What I Made Mom!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S7etdzM642I/AAAAAAAAA7c/IOXB3-oeRvs/s72-c/roman_shade_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5796177726046375</id><published>2010-03-26T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:58:41.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S60sQ1MbO4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Lh7lU_GAPGQ/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453063391484263298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S60sQ1MbO4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Lh7lU_GAPGQ/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhhh, yeah. So I designed it to look that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5796177726046375?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5796177726046375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5796177726046375&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5796177726046375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5796177726046375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/03/culinary-masterpiece.html' title='Culinary Masterpiece'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S60sQ1MbO4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Lh7lU_GAPGQ/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7929904328999495013</id><published>2010-03-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:53:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Down!  You're the next contestant on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divine What Was in my Dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes, that's right...it's this country's newest game show designed for anyone who's been breathing it in, washing it off or wiping it away. I'll just get the game going here with a few dastardly dust spots found dilly dallying around my domicile. Your job is to discern the type of object that used to inhabit the dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451823812605996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S6jE32BlbyI/AAAAAAAAA7E/tT6M0Dqwl5M/s400/Knife.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451821490960836562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S6jCwtOPp9I/AAAAAAAAA68/TTxC7pdHAzE/s400/gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; #3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451826185943156002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S6jHB_ZQhSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/77NqZYqDzf8/s400/scissors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And what dividend will you receive for daring to participate in such a duel of drollery...&lt;br /&gt;you're very own dust dispenser (otherwise known as a bottle of dust). It will be dispatched to your domicile tout de suite so that you too, can participate in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divine What Was in my Dust&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me + break time + thesaurus = dabbling in dorky diversions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7929904328999495013?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7929904328999495013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7929904328999495013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7929904328999495013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7929904328999495013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-on-down-youre-next-contestant-on.html' title='Come on Down!  You&apos;re the next contestant on....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S6jE32BlbyI/AAAAAAAAA7E/tT6M0Dqwl5M/s72-c/Knife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4344475629726745967</id><published>2010-03-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:03:22.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tights and White Out Conditions</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a riveting topic of conversation here, you definitely shouldn't choose the weather. There really isn't a great difference from day to day. That's why when you begin to see weird phenomenon you take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Sunday driving through the petite marche I noticed a man wearing snowpants. "Does he know something I don't know?" I wondered. Well I chalked that one up to the fact that he might not have been all there....I mean, after all, the snowpants were about 10 sizes too small. They were more like snow capris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then yesterday one of my little friends came in dressed in a nifty pair of striped tights under her skirt. Cute but really, what am I missing? It's 7:30 am, 86 degrees inside and the sun hasn't even risen fully! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279170692517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Swb2QxW4jsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2UljWcKSn2k/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Perhaps inspired by yesterday's cute tights or maybe it was Easter as she claimed, another student arrived in tights today. Clearly, I need to be turning on the weather station! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hit me this afternoon. They must have been preparing for Niamey's "white out" conditions (aka. harmattan)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450459983901666098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S6PsekLwqzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/EsMmqIGXNhw/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4344475629726745967?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4344475629726745967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4344475629726745967&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4344475629726745967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4344475629726745967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/03/tights-and-white-out-conditions.html' title='Tights and White Out Conditions'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Swb2QxW4jsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2UljWcKSn2k/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3487953559170808809</id><published>2010-03-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:38:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotizing, Baptizing and Accrediting</title><content type='html'>It's been a big week here at Sahel Academy. If you were in the first and second grade it included a little bit of hypnotizing and baptizing but for the rest of the school it was really more about the accrediting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two person Accreditation Team arrived and hit the ground running. They were busy all week visiting classrooms, conversing with students and parents and reading documents. I was observed for a few minutes and later, had the opportunity to answer questions about some general procedures on our campus and about our curriculum. On Thursday we had a brief report from the team in which they gave us several commendations and several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommendations&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very positive meeting and ending with the fact that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommending&lt;/span&gt; us for full accreditation. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the hypnotizing and baptizing...that was the "funny" for the week. We were standing in line for the bathroom and one of my little girls, K said to the person in front of her, "I'm going to hypnotize you!" She proceeded to stare deeply into her friend's eyes (picture the snake in the movie the Jungle Book here). E, the girl standing behind K wanted to get in on the fun but she didn't really hear correctly. So she proceeded to dip K back and exclaimed, "I'm going to baptize you!" ....well rounded education, I tell you. I cover it all from hypnotizing to baptizing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3487953559170808809?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3487953559170808809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3487953559170808809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3487953559170808809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3487953559170808809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/03/hypnotizing-baptizing-and-accrediting.html' title='Hypnotizing, Baptizing and Accrediting'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6900525143397862427</id><published>2010-02-11T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:25:25.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love a good chuckle...(a sixth grader came into my room and used that word today and that in itself made me want to chuckle...chuckle's a really weird word if you think about it. But I digress!) So here are a couple of things that have made me laugh recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437067461181734306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S3RYDJOSfaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Z72Uvx3PYo8/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;this smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437067470183144786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S3RYDqwZHVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kV4Yiy6Osj8/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this outfit&lt;/em&gt; - My kids got to dress up as 100 year olds for the 100th Day of School. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this quote -&lt;/em&gt; We have been studying the moon for the last month or so and of course, we've learned about how cold it is there. This morning it was a little on the chilly side before school and one of my students asked me if she could stay inside until the bell rang. I have no mercy - it's not like it's snowing out there - probably only 75 degrees, if that, and so I said no. She proceeded to pull up the collar of her jacket and tuck her hands into the sleeves of her jacket. As she stepped out the classroom door, she said something like "Alright, let me go out on the moon!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6900525143397862427?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6900525143397862427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6900525143397862427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6900525143397862427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6900525143397862427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Things that make me laugh'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S3RYDJOSfaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Z72Uvx3PYo8/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6947816386736864357</id><published>2010-01-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:56:15.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rigged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S1rwNHa5DkI/AAAAAAAAA58/-NSZWMQJFKA/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429916408869359170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S1rwNHa5DkI/AAAAAAAAA58/-NSZWMQJFKA/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my friend Cindy who rigged the contest that brought a most beloved and coveted hat back into my possession. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429918093364685170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S1rxvKp36XI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4_67L3bTGmk/s400/The+Hat" border="0" /&gt;It was awesome and caused me to laugh all the way through the song "Holy, Holy, Holy." I hope God didn't mind! But now, of course, the scheming must begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6947816386736864357?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6947816386736864357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6947816386736864357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6947816386736864357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6947816386736864357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2010/01/rigged.html' title='Rigged!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/S1rwNHa5DkI/AAAAAAAAA58/-NSZWMQJFKA/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2224138000294046445</id><published>2009-12-31T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:13:19.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Decade</title><content type='html'>Lucky for me I have my clock on my computer still set to Eastern Standard Time so I'll sneak this in as the last post of 2009 even though as I sit here typing in Niamey I can hear the new year's fireworks all around me!  Just got to thinking that God has walked me through some pretty amazing things in this last decade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;graduating college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learning to teach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being baptized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trusting him with my biggest hopes and dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recognizing that He is with me in failure and success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coming short term to Sahel Academy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dealing with challenging students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learning to love them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;studying French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;returning to Sahel long term&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving in Niger (never do that on New Year's Eve)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and realizing through all of this and more that He is trustworthy, faithful and worthy of all my praise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2224138000294046445?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2224138000294046445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2224138000294046445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2224138000294046445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2224138000294046445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-decade.html' title='The Last Decade'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4526677996522441696</id><published>2009-12-28T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:17:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Christmas</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of fun crafting for Christmas. The addition of the sewing machine my Mom made me buy and bring to Niger made it even more fun. Here are my favorite creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420606321427836530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Szncus_xbnI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9q7txYFS--I/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Favorite card - I love this thing. It was hard to part with it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420602944866831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SznZqKU5SzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/yA9hJTNDUtQ/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Favorite bittie cards - created these on Christmas eve - a last minute idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420609987978604674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzngEH9mMII/AAAAAAAAA50/IaqTAxNzSi0/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saw this ornament idea and wanted to try it but I had to borrow the main supply, felt, from Beka. I ended up giving it back to her kids - just in a different form! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4526677996522441696?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4526677996522441696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4526677996522441696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4526677996522441696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4526677996522441696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/crafty-christmas.html' title='Crafty Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Szncus_xbnI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9q7txYFS--I/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8237191839943100254</id><published>2009-12-22T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:23:58.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD_JCduiII/AAAAAAAAA5c/HpIsGy4cTFk/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418110882472167554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD_JCduiII/AAAAAAAAA5c/HpIsGy4cTFk/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8237191839943100254?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8237191839943100254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8237191839943100254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8237191839943100254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8237191839943100254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-them.html' title='I Miss Them'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD_JCduiII/AAAAAAAAA5c/HpIsGy4cTFk/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4681548216084749035</id><published>2009-12-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:10:21.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying in Bulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD7XGFGPQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/LgtYR9sDdH4/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418106725914262786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD7XGFGPQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/LgtYR9sDdH4/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In North America one is generally rewarded when one buys in bulk.  The more you buy of something the cheaper the item is.  It is easy to expect the same in other cultures but that would be a false assumption.  Often times here in Niger, one is rewarded for buying the smaller amount.  For example, these little cream cheese cubes come packaged in a box of 6 for which I would be required to pay 1475 cfa.  That works out to about 245 cfa (approximately 60 cents) a cube whereas I could choose from the box of unpackaged cubes and pay only 150 cfa per cube (approximately 40 cents).  Interesting cultural difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4681548216084749035?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4681548216084749035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4681548216084749035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4681548216084749035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4681548216084749035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/buying-in-bulk.html' title='Buying in Bulk'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD7XGFGPQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/LgtYR9sDdH4/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7759871668019968474</id><published>2009-12-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:52:44.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Lucia Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Christmas around the world - that's what we spent the last two weeks of school focusing on. My children had the opportunity to hear first hand about the traditions of France from Eliane who brought in a delicious yule log for the children to enjoy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418102556184546962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD3kYoEDpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6_kkskxM0rY/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They also heard about Christmas in Norway from Mrs. Lindberg who is the mother of one of my sudents. She did a beautiful job explaining some of the traditions including St. Lucia Day celebrations. St. Lucia was an Italian saint marytred in 300 A.D. She has become a symbol for light in the midst of darkness.  This is a particularly important celebration to those living in Sweden and Norway who spend much of their winter days in darkness. Mrs. Lindberg told the kids that it is often dark until 9 or 10 am. For the St. Lucia day celebrations kindergarteners come to school dressed in white. One child will be chosen to lead a procession with a lighted wreath on her head and the students will go from classroom to classroom caroling.  I can only imagine how special this would be if school starts when it is still dark outside!  It wasn't dark when we started school but we enjoyed &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418101111205677458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD2QRqQSZI/AAAAAAAAA40/ywBnt2NqvMg/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;listening and learning, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418101121330433810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD2Q3YLzxI/AAAAAAAAA48/p_AmbFgFn3M/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; caroling at the doors of the other elementary classes &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418102547797189586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD3j5YXI9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/LAbuAw8ky-A/s400/180px-Saffron_bun_20051213_001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and eating Lussekatt, a traditional St. Lucia bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7759871668019968474?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7759871668019968474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7759871668019968474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7759871668019968474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7759871668019968474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/st-lucia-day-celebration.html' title='St. Lucia Day Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzD3kYoEDpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6_kkskxM0rY/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-3559457001385317213</id><published>2009-12-19T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:25:09.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzDnaZlVLoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/n9pCvy6fxIc/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418084792456785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzDnaZlVLoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/n9pCvy6fxIc/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two were thrilled to death when they realized that the new haircut belonging to one of them made them look almost like twins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-3559457001385317213?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/3559457001385317213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=3559457001385317213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3559457001385317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/3559457001385317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SzDnaZlVLoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/n9pCvy6fxIc/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5723013168116324243</id><published>2009-12-02T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:22:29.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day the Donkey Got Away</title><content type='html'>I am itching to pick up my little markers and draw this little story in stick figures but I think it might just be better if we all use our imaginations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of the work day there comes a time when we all must stop by the bathroom and take care of business. What does that look like when you are the owner of a donkey and cart on your way to wherever? Well, you pull up beside the nearest wall and even if that is the wall on the main road that leads to the only bridge in town, it's still quite possible that you can discreetly take care of business. That is, of course, as long as your donkey understands the need for discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should your donkey miss the memo about the need for discretion, he might decide to make like a banana and split. At which time, you will be nonchalantly standing at the wall, unaware that your donkey is on the lam, running directly into the path of the two white women driving down the dirt road to the intersection. The donkey hesitates while the white women look around at all the people sitting around chewing the fat wondering where the owner is and why in the world no one cares enough to stop the donkey running directly onto the main road. But you, the donkey owner, remain blissfully unaware of the unfolding drama. Meanwhile, your runaway donkey decides to take the plunge into oncoming traffic. Cars slow, swerving to avoid him. Motorcycles screech to a halt, brakes squealing and finally, your attention is caught just as you finish up. Just in time too, for now your donkey and cart are well down the road. No mere jog will do for catching up with them. Run, donkey cart man, run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5723013168116324243?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5723013168116324243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5723013168116324243&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5723013168116324243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5723013168116324243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-donkey-got-away.html' title='The Day the Donkey Got Away'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-260069730843880027</id><published>2009-12-02T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:39:42.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the item you need is at the bottom of that pile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410724279021353426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SxbBEISmOdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CQNzZcILqPM/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well you definitely don't unload the whole thing. That would make far too much sense! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned to stack dishes like this while a fifth or sixth grader in Galmi. Alihu, our house worker, was quite good at it and so I studied up in the fine art of dish stacking. Speaking of Alihu, he had been around visiting in Galmi as some very good friends of mine from Galmi days are back in Galmi for a few weeks. He had been asking after me and my family so one of "my good friends" decided to call me via cell phone to let him talk to me.  He speaks Hausa which I understand but can only do the bare minimum of greeting in.  I speak French which he can not speak.  Wow!  Talk about awkward and "my good/bad friend" walked away and left us to hash it out.  So that was about the longest 20 second conversation I've ever had and the best part about it was someone else was in the car with me and got to enjoy all the awkwardness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-260069730843880027?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/260069730843880027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=260069730843880027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/260069730843880027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/260069730843880027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SxbBEISmOdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CQNzZcILqPM/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6012526588802068475</id><published>2009-11-20T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:05:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Me, Oh My</title><content type='html'>File this under things that make me laugh! Kurt Browning never fails to crack me up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_z27LgjqOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_z27LgjqOs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Charlie Chaplin moves are hysterical and kudos to this girl for being willing to get out there and have a ham like him follow her around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6012526588802068475?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6012526588802068475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6012526588802068475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6012526588802068475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6012526588802068475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-me-oh-my.html' title='Oh Me, Oh My'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-361844886425372808</id><published>2009-11-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:12:14.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the temperature hits a low of 66?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're the teacher, you throw on your hoodie, happy as a lark for cool weather and a day without sweat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're the student, it's time to break out your......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279170692517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Swb2QxW4jsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2UljWcKSn2k/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leggings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a great kick out of watching the little people huddle in a group beside the door this morning proclaiming their longing for the bell to ring - wishing, hoping and praying that their teacher would have mercy on them and let them stay inside the warm 80 degree classroom.  Not a chance friends!  Go run, play and get your blood moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-361844886425372808?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/361844886425372808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=361844886425372808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/361844886425372808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/361844886425372808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Swb2QxW4jsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2UljWcKSn2k/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2969613355210816469</id><published>2009-11-18T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:18:30.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>In your mind you plan out a lesson and you have certain expectations of what your students might do or ask and what might happen during your lesson. If you see any potential bad ideas you normally try to point them out and mention that they are not allowed.  Some days kids meet your expectations and other days they just bust right out of the box of expected thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're studying matter and today we were learning about how matter can change states from a solid to a liquid and back to a solid again.  So I paired the children up and explained that I would give each pair an ice cube and they could do whatever they wanted to try and get it to melt quickly.  My expectations:  they will sit it in the sun, rub their hands around it or break it into smaller pieces to get it to melt quickly.  Yes, they tried all of those things along with sitting on it and even putting it in their mouth to help the process along...both fairly decent ideas.  But then there was the kid who busted out of the box and decided to melt the ice cube by sticking it into their underwear.  Oh my!  Forgot to cover the rule that says you may not stick the ice cube into your undies....Dear me!  What will I do with you little first and second graders?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2969613355210816469?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2969613355210816469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2969613355210816469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2969613355210816469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2969613355210816469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-414771030239748834</id><published>2009-11-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:20:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Seen on the Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My neighbor, Laurence, was saying how great it would be if we could just have a camera in the tip of our finger. This would be handy here in Niger for taking pictures unobtrusively and for those moments that just crack you up and you wish you had your camera with you. Tonight was one of those moments. I just had to laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I saw. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401112886489216882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvSbjc75d3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/q45_ZEJ26Qk/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Can't you just picture the scene of the accident? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What do you mean, Officer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no way I had an obstructed view!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-414771030239748834?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/414771030239748834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=414771030239748834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/414771030239748834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/414771030239748834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-seen-on-bridge.html' title='As Seen on the Bridge'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvSbjc75d3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/q45_ZEJ26Qk/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1940444139404363947</id><published>2009-11-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:16:10.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of their Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvNADKzBqyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Ncu7P6a4xI4/s1600-h/Acting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400730801329515298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvNADKzBqyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Ncu7P6a4xI4/s320/Acting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting is one of their favorite things to do. This is the second play that some of this group has gotten to do this week alone!  Bright, as the only boy, got to be Abraham as they reenacted the story of Abraham and his three visitors and the eventual birth of Isaac.  I wish the picture was a little bigger so you could see their expressions....funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1940444139404363947?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1940444139404363947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1940444139404363947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1940444139404363947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1940444139404363947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-their-favorite-things.html' title='One of their Favorite Things'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvNADKzBqyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Ncu7P6a4xI4/s72-c/Acting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5932231959629837656</id><published>2009-11-05T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:12:38.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hedgie</title><content type='html'>A while back I was reading a magazine in the U.S. that listed the price for a hedgehog as around $100. $100 dollars seem slightly steep for somehting I used to pick up in my backyard on the compound at Galmi and keep in my room as pets...that was, of course, until I realized that they were awfully stinky especially when you don't clean out their cage very often.  Well, in all my "days" (and they were short) of keeping hedgehogs, I never had the chance to see an itty bitty baby.  The other night the kindergarten teacher, Lori, happened upon a hedgehog and decided to catch it and bring it into school.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400727704032472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvM9O4d3bLI/AAAAAAAAA38/0cMpvD-T0Rc/s320/mamae.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Overnight, said hedgehog gave birth to this cute little thing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400727116321632914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvM8srErspI/AAAAAAAAA3s/8jpqAG9ueZ4/s320/BabyH.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...wow, nice timing!  Lori said that when it was just born it was pink but by the end of the first day it had white needles.  Here "Hedgie" is two days old and the needles are starting to turn gray.  It's eyes aren't open yet.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400727702897285538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvM9O0PN2aI/AAAAAAAAA30/372uzGq29mU/s320/Babysearching.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahhh!  Doesn't that face just make you want to go out and pay $100 for a little hedgehog!  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5932231959629837656?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5932231959629837656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5932231959629837656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5932231959629837656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5932231959629837656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-hedgie.html' title='Baby Hedgie'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SvM9O4d3bLI/AAAAAAAAA38/0cMpvD-T0Rc/s72-c/mamae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6088439626887989016</id><published>2009-11-04T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:25:07.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Soon They Learn</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my class delved into safety signs and their meanings...first sign up - the traffic light.  The discussion on the traffic light began with a heated argument between E and K over the meaning of the yellow light.  E maintained the position that the yellow light meant slow down and stop.  K argued vehemently that the yellow light means speed up and get through the light.  Hmm, seems to me that someone is wise to the ways of drivers facing yellow lights.  Isn't second grade a little to early to be picking up on that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6088439626887989016?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6088439626887989016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6088439626887989016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6088439626887989016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6088439626887989016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-soon-they-learn.html' title='How Soon They Learn'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2680521863478467793</id><published>2009-10-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:06:08.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bouffant Bob</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been realizing that I really need to get my hair cut and get it back off my neck. But with that desire comes a certain amount of reticence and unwillingness to actually take the plunge as it means that I would have to try and explain my hairstyle preference in French to a hair dresser. How to solve the problem? Well, I really was quite fond of the way my hair was cut the very last time I got it cut in July so I thought to myself why not take in a picture of myself to give the hairdresser some guidance. Yesterday was my lucky day! Someone else provided me with a picture of myself which I can use to give the hairdresser some guidance. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395146808689374674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/St9pcBMDNdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mf6ZoqRN6os/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Yes, that's right, Mr./Ms. Hairdresser, I'm hear to get the Bouffant Bob. I hear it's all the rage these days."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2680521863478467793?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2680521863478467793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2680521863478467793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2680521863478467793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2680521863478467793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/10/bouffant-bob.html' title='The Bouffant Bob'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/St9pcBMDNdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/mf6ZoqRN6os/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7913273802538990624</id><published>2009-10-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:24:46.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hole World is Sad</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been lying in bed resting for 3 out of the last 4 days and really probably feeling like that's what I wanted to be doing for the last 7 days. I semi-lost my voice to begin with and now it has turned into a nasty cough. I tried to go to school today but it was clear that if I kept trying to teach I probably wouldn't have a voice at all by the end of the day. I'm grateful to Shannon for offering to step in and take my class for me so I could go home and try to rest my voice some more. Just a few minutes ago a pack of get well cards from the crew was delivered to my door! Letters from kids are always good for a laugh. This one was my favorite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394701924238992226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/St3U0Vdho2I/AAAAAAAAA3c/_h7iiC-kNCs/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's so dramatic that it just cracks me up! Even funnier was the fact that it was written by a boy. Well just in case you been wondering why you've been feeling so sad these last couple of days...now you know...it's cause I'm laid up. :) Thanks for the good laugh, Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  I just read this again and noticed that according to this note, I'm a man.  Funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7913273802538990624?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7913273802538990624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7913273802538990624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7913273802538990624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7913273802538990624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/10/drama-drama-drama.html' title='The Hole World is Sad'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/St3U0Vdho2I/AAAAAAAAA3c/_h7iiC-kNCs/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-8891578637904143060</id><published>2009-09-26T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:49:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best or Worst Dressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Sr4O0DVN14I/AAAAAAAAA3I/_5yHL5_jiK4/s1600-h/obama+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385758491791972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Sr4O0DVN14I/AAAAAAAAA3I/_5yHL5_jiK4/s320/obama+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently this actress chose to wear her politics to Emmy night. I have no idea who she is but it seems that she may have landed herself on the Worst Dressed list for people who care about such things. She needs to move to Africa...she would &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; be on the Best Dressed List! It's a la mode to put people's faces on your cloth here. Not only that Obama is a hit here. Earlier this year I went out with a friend to do a bit of shopping. While we bought meat, the guy behind the meat counter correctly identified my friend as an American. He proceeded to point high above his counter to a spot where he had placed a picture of Obama. Then he very proudly mentioned that he and Obama had been friends for two years. Sure buddy, and I'm friends with the King of Spain. Well, whether he's watching over the meat counter, &lt;a href="http://k2rideout.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-here.html"&gt;keeping Africa clean&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://hannatu.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-and-africa.html"&gt;solving all it's problems&lt;/a&gt;, one thing is for sure, Obama's dress would be a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-8891578637904143060?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/8891578637904143060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=8891578637904143060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8891578637904143060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/8891578637904143060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-or-worst-dressed.html' title='Best or Worst Dressed?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Sr4O0DVN14I/AAAAAAAAA3I/_5yHL5_jiK4/s72-c/obama+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6429383577455640648</id><published>2009-09-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:34:39.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Head to Toe with Eric Carle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are in the midst of an author study on Eric Carle and this being Friday, I decided to have some fun with the kids. We read "The Grouchy Ladybug" and did some ladybug things but it all began with the spots on my back that caused quite a stir when they were "spotted." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382949366676634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQT7cysucI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Aqo_RIf3q_s/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Confusion and then the dawn of understanding even as there remained an element of mystery...were they or were they not taped on? Ah, the joys of the young and innocent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made clocks, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382949375922084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQT7_O_GjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/NAD8-TVlICo/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382949389421607826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQT8xhhe5I/AAAAAAAAA2o/FNCEXB_lR1Q/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;used doubles facts to plan out and then decorate a ladybug cookie, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382952265359984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQWkLOqhmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7G_-eyNCr9s/s320/Kiraedited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382949382839539442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQT8ZAPFvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/KRf_ejilQ_4/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thought about things that would take seconds, minutes and hours and enjoyed reading books by Eric Carle and others about insects&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382952269476815378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQWkakMYhI/AAAAAAAAA24/zOP_cl5K6-s/s320/Readingedited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382952278084634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQWk6odRqI/AAAAAAAAA3A/p_z2NftRkbk/s320/Secminhours.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was only about 1 hour of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest was filled with writing and taking pictures for our own book in Eric's style, filling our ant farm with dirt and ants, spelling tests and memory verses and a whole lot of after school fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a very busy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now why in the world am I still up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6429383577455640648?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6429383577455640648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6429383577455640648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6429383577455640648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6429383577455640648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-head-to-toe-with-eric-carle.html' title='From Head to Toe with Eric Carle'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrQT7cysucI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Aqo_RIf3q_s/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-2623212263072445115</id><published>2009-09-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:47:12.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we'll encounter our first birthday celebration of the year in our class.  The girls have been keeping track of it for at least a week now and I'm telling you, with the excitement they showed this morning you would think that one of them was having a birthday.  However, it just happens to be one of the most laidback boys who is having the birthday so we asked him this morning if he was excited about his upcoming birthday because, of course, all the little girls want to know.  So with head resting in palms of hands, elbows on knees and absolutely no change of expression, his response was "Yeah."  How's that for enthusiasm! There are times when I just feel like busting up laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-2623212263072445115?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/2623212263072445115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=2623212263072445115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2623212263072445115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/2623212263072445115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-6833302168387579251</id><published>2009-09-16T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:55:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Chillen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382135308184101714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrEvjAlmo1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/DCFBaQgPHNA/s320/Class+pic-+Sept++2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrEvjX3d0rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/e29F5cJctx0/s1600-h/Silly+Class+pic+-+Sept+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382135314433036978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrEvjX3d0rI/AAAAAAAAA2I/e29F5cJctx0/s320/Silly+Class+pic+-+Sept+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thanks to my friend Shannon you are seeing a picture of my "chillen". :) Love that word for some reason....and thanks to her I realize how much faster things load when you shrink your pictures which I'm too lazy to do. 2 seconds as opposed to minutes, hours, days...well okay, it's not quite that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-6833302168387579251?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/6833302168387579251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=6833302168387579251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6833302168387579251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/6833302168387579251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/chillen.html' title='The &quot;Chillen&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SrEvjAlmo1I/AAAAAAAAA2A/DCFBaQgPHNA/s72-c/Class+pic-+Sept++2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1483856298776258705</id><published>2009-09-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:22:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Style All Their Own</title><content type='html'>Here it is...your first peek at some of my 2nd grade students...unless of course you know them personally! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380632533432216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SqvYyAYjLAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/11jyx1hiMag/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After completely a chain link of addition facts that equal 11, these ladies decided to use their chain as a fashion accessory.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646729928069538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SqvlsWc60aI/AAAAAAAAA14/0ric3hfw6Tw/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look for this fad to catch on big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1483856298776258705?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1483856298776258705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1483856298776258705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1483856298776258705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1483856298776258705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/style-all-her-own.html' title='A Style All Their Own'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SqvYyAYjLAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/11jyx1hiMag/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-1110654140177092248</id><published>2009-09-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:16:21.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your sink?</title><content type='html'>Be careful when you stick your hands in your sink...you never know what might be lurking there. It could be just dirty dishes or you might find one of these... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380630902922846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SqvXTGQ0oTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/V87PnGn2KCw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thankfully, no hands went into my sink at school before Jacques, one of our janitors, noticed him. He was very much alive and definitely the kind that really hurts, according to Jacques. I took him out and killed him by dropping a part of a cement block on him repeatedly, but not before I asked Anisa, the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th grade teacher, if she wanted another pet. Can't believe she turned my offer down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-1110654140177092248?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/1110654140177092248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=1110654140177092248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1110654140177092248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/1110654140177092248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-your-sink.html' title='What&apos;s in your sink?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/SqvXTGQ0oTI/AAAAAAAAA1o/V87PnGn2KCw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7314170894101572164</id><published>2009-09-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:22:43.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inundated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here's the thing about teaching a class full of girls....you'll be inundated with notes. This is what I received on Sunday night alone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376589490178313442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Sp17p6ktTOI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IsGGwH4E_T8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, these two students were inspired to donate all their Sunday sermon "notes" to me. Not sure if there's room on the refrigerator for all of this. :) My favorite part about these notes is that during the first couple of days when I asked these two to write a story, they told me they didn't know how to write and they copied from a book or from something on the wall. But two weeks later they are fired up about writing and telling their stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7314170894101572164?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7314170894101572164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7314170894101572164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7314170894101572164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7314170894101572164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/09/inundated.html' title='Inundated'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/Sp17p6ktTOI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IsGGwH4E_T8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4572534461626071843</id><published>2009-08-29T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:43:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sitting here thinking</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here thinking about how cool it is that I have or will have the privilege of teaching the children of people that I grew up and went to school with in the next couple of years.  I can't imagine that too many teachers get that privilege.  I'm thankful for it and trusting God to help me do a good job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4572534461626071843?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4572534461626071843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4572534461626071843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4572534461626071843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4572534461626071843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-sitting-here-thinking.html' title='Just sitting here thinking'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5097003569751769250</id><published>2009-08-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:30:33.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I tell you?</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you that I squeezed lotion up my nose last week?  Yep, if you didn't know it before you do now...I'm a dork!  I was trying to pick out some good lotion to put on my dry skin and that's how I found myself going down the row, opening up bottles, holding them up to my nose and giving them a gentle squeeze so that I could catch a whiff of their scent.  It was all going well until I squeezed the one that had lotion right at the nozzle and it shot right up into my nose!  Wow!  What a shock that was!  Then there's the fun of trying to inconspicuously clean up that little mess and pretend like it didn't happen as I nonchalantely continue to browse in the store all the while laughing hysterically at the fact that I actually squeezed lotion up my nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5097003569751769250?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5097003569751769250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5097003569751769250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5097003569751769250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5097003569751769250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-tell-you.html' title='Did I tell you?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-4541029860011763224</id><published>2009-08-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:48:53.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a Kindergartner</title><content type='html'>I had an after school visit from a Kindergartener this week that was quite funny.  She was standing at the door with her brother talking through the screen to me.  I invited her in but she must not have heard me until a little bit later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she did come in, the fun started.  She began looking around the room noting things with amazement in her voice, "Oh, you have letters just like we do!"  "Oh, you have a tape recorder just like we do!"  "Oh, you have computers just like we do!"  Apparently, she went home and asked her mom if all the classes looked the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other funny thing she said when I asked her what her class had done that day was that they had had "adventures".  Hmm, couldn't quite figure that one out - thought maybe it was a special name their teacher had for something they did in the classroom.  Anyway, when she got around to noting the computers she started mentioning "adventures" again and I realized that she calls "centers" in the classroom "adventures".  What a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you is...talk with someone small today!  It's bound to be fun and maybe even insightful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-4541029860011763224?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/4541029860011763224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=4541029860011763224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4541029860011763224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/4541029860011763224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversations-with-kindergartner.html' title='Conversations with a Kindergartner'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-5975268189550403928</id><published>2009-08-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:54:17.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we do it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the electricity is off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's raining &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're supposed to be learning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the lights are off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go out on the porch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our books in our laps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to the rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it tap, tap, taps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how we do it!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372445397028893714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/So7Cn8kW9BI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Gkyw8EKcyOM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372442193986994802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/So6_tgTqQnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PBaYbgzfINg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask what inspired me! My poetry/song writing ain't good but it sure is fun. :) Got pictures but they won't load tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-5975268189550403928?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/5975268189550403928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=5975268189550403928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5975268189550403928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/5975268189550403928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-how-we-do-it.html' title='This is how we do it!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/So7Cn8kW9BI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Gkyw8EKcyOM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447808568310076381.post-7867800837356716792</id><published>2009-08-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:59:29.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay to be nosey!</title><content type='html'>You need some headphones.  You head off to your local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;/Target, make your choice and put them in your basket.  No strangers come along, lean into your cart and peer in at the choices you've made.  That's North America for you.  We all keep to ourselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Niger, on the other hand, it's okay to be nosey.  It just so happened today that I was interested in purchasing some headphones so I stopped at the local electronics cart and inquired about headphones.  All he was selling were the Air France special with two prongs (and just in case you've been spending your whole life searching for them, you could also buy Air France's matching eye covers - crack me up!) Well, he didn't have any single prong ones but he was more than willing to go search them out in the market.  Another great thing about living here...you don't necessarily have to do the work of searching.  Let me insert here that he pretty much left his cart unattended...maybe the people sitting near by would have prevented any thefts, I don't know.  Any how, he returned and the bargaining began. This is when the nosey tomato seller stepped up to the plate.  We named our price and the vendor exclaimed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albarqua&lt;/span&gt;!" (Not sure of the spelling of that basically meaning are you crazy.)  So then Tomato Man tells him that he needs to lower his price which he does.  Then we higher ours a bit and Tomato Man encourages him to meet us in the middle somewhere, pretty much taking over the bargaining.  Finally, we agree but wait to see two pairs of what we are purchasing.  So while the vendor runs off to get the second pair, Tomato Man decides he's entitled to a bit of negotiation too because of course, we want tomatoes to go along with our headphones!  Two pairs of headphones and one kilo of tomatoes later, we're on our way home with a lesson in how being nosey sometimes pays off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3447808568310076381-7867800837356716792?l=botheras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/feeds/7867800837356716792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3447808568310076381&amp;postID=7867800837356716792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7867800837356716792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3447808568310076381/posts/default/7867800837356716792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botheras.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-okay-to-be-nosey.html' title='It&apos;s okay to be nosey!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03125538038422229882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E0NOCBAw4vc/ShtLBE8WglI/AAAAAAAAArI/BCKRX4VALI4/S220/BethinPA08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
