<?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-8787792090329104565</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:37:10.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy's Monologue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-6677461506918102295</id><published>2009-09-23T13:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:50:03.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>So, I took a little summer vacation, not only from school, but also blogging. Just to catch everyone up. My summer was great. I spent a lot of time with my family, which I truly enjoy. My parents have opened up a little vet supply store in Tulia and I helped my dad around there some. I also went to Oklahoma to visit my grandma. My mom and I spent the majority of that trip cleaning her carpet. Unfortunately, my mom and uncles just recently made the decision to move her to an assisted living place. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to go to Vegas and spend a great weekend with some really awesome friends. It was so much fun, while we were there we saw the show KA, which was awesome. We gambled, laid by the pool, ate and drank a little…haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750920098297794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp6bqRqt8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bwvx75ajzuQ/s320/vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also floated the river for Brooke’s bachelorette party. That was so much fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384751439477369666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp655HSa0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QB6vz_iMwAQ/s320/bb+bach.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I went to Dallas for the night to see Jenna’s new house…so cute. I spent a really fun couple of days in Wichita Falls for Brooke’s engagement party and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384751696559714130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp7I20fr1I/AAAAAAAAACg/EGF1_OjN400/s320/wf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though it was a little after school started, I finished the summer watching my bestie Brooke get married. It was also a really fun weekend and I got to see a lot of great friends and I got to ride a segway around downtown Austin, which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384751793349842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp7OfZD1cI/AAAAAAAAACo/klRpNicEoaU/s320/Wedding+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384752062346048706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp7eJewNMI/AAAAAAAAACw/uMGVhvsh-EY/s320/segway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I am blogging today though, is to see if anyone has a good idea for this blog. I feel like I just ramble on here most of the time because I don’t have a good direction. I enjoy blogging, but let’s face it, my life alone isn’t really blogworthy. What should I blog about. I watched Julie and Julia this summer and I loved that she had a mission, a purpose, for her blog. Anyone have any ideas? Hope everyone has a great rest of the week!&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/8787792090329104565-6677461506918102295?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/6677461506918102295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/6677461506918102295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/6677461506918102295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Srp6bqRqt8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bwvx75ajzuQ/s72-c/vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-4308196128351193684</id><published>2009-05-20T12:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:27:03.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!  All of my students passed their TAKS Test.  I was so happy when I found out yesterday.  I am so proud of them.  I had a girl come to me yesterday morning and asked if she could talk to me.  My friend Rachelle was in my room talking to me and the girl told her she could stay.  So she comes in a sits down.  Now...let me give you a little background on this girl.  She is pretty well behaved but she gets sassy occasionally.  She really does not know how to communicate with adults and struggles getting her message across most of the time.  She also has a hard time in school.  She did not pass a single benchmark test for me all year. So I was extremely happy when she passed the TAKS.  So she comes into my room and sits down and says, "Ms. Howard, I just wanted to thank you for pushing me so hard this year.  I have never passed a TAKS test before and so I wanted to thank you.  I guess what I really needed was a really mean teacher to get me to pass..."  At this point Rachelle and I bust out laughing because all the kids say Im mean.  Anyway, it was a really heartfelt thank you, just delivered funny.  Whatever it takes I guess.  The year is quickly winding down.  Today is actually my last normal day.  I get to miss the next two days for UIL stuff.  Then Rachelle and I are taking our UIL kids to state, me for prose her for math.  So we will leave Sunday and perform Monday and Tuesday. Hope for the best!  Then we come back take finals and are finished.  Year five down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-4308196128351193684?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/4308196128351193684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/05/100.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4308196128351193684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4308196128351193684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/05/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-1659968160180432419</id><published>2009-04-16T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:08:59.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Sedc4YxO1WI/AAAAAAAAACI/vk8KTciysr0/s1600-h/SHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325327208180274530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Sedc4YxO1WI/AAAAAAAAACI/vk8KTciysr0/s320/SHS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it look like such a pretty day here.  It is too.  There is a little breeze, the sun is shining.  It is warming up nicely.  Wonderful spring day!  For some reason at about 10:20, we lose all power in the entire school.  I have a classroom full of kids, not the most well behaved class, mind you.  We are for once though having a good discussion about the holocaust and concentration camps when my room goes completely black.  One thing I should clarify is that I have a "safe" room on the inside of the building that we can use for bad weather.  This means that I don't have any windows.  So when the lights go out...it is pitch black in my room.  Scary.  Not my best day to be trapped in a dark room with a bunch of kids.  A. I am really mean to that class (I have to be). B. There is a couple in there that can't keep their hands off each other when the lights are on. and C. How scary is it to be held responsible for wild kids in the dark.  I just kept picturing someone getting up and tripping over a desk.  The sounds of breaking bones was one I was trying to avoid.  Anyway, I got them calmed down (16 year olds lose control of themselves and their reactions when the lights cut out like that).  We started to continue are discussion when the principle popped in.  Now my principal is a middle age man with somewhat of a white head of hair.   As he walks in, one of the students pops off, "hey, all I can see is your hair."  Well, that did it.  I no longer had control of my class.  I myself found it pretty amusing.  Mr. J, on the other hand, said to me..."man, that is low" as we were all laughing at him.  Needless to say...he didn't stay long.  They eventually just let the kids go for a little while.  Nice break for the teachers!  The electricity is back up and running and things have somewhat settled down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-1659968160180432419?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/1659968160180432419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/1659968160180432419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/1659968160180432419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-out.html' title='BLACK OUT'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Sedc4YxO1WI/AAAAAAAAACI/vk8KTciysr0/s72-c/SHS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-5607723147252938039</id><published>2009-03-26T10:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:24:51.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>I came home from spring break on Saturday evening. Once I got home, I realized I had gone off and left my wallet in Tulia. I had no money on me. Nor did I go to the grocery store before I left. I ate some pretty random things for a couple of days. Luckily my sister-in-law was going through Tulia on her way to Lubbock on Tuesday, so she picked it up for me and I got it late Tuesday evening. So yesterday, after school I went to the grocery store on my way home from work. I know it's silly, but I felt bad because Scout and Idgy were going to have to stay cooped up for a little over an hour longer. So, while I was at the store I bought them a couple of little toys. They really are like kids. They were jumping around when I told them I had toys for them...and flipping out while I was cutting the tags off of them. Once I gave each of them their toys they both ran in different directions and played alone for a little while. Then they traded their toys (which were the same just different colors) and played some more. Finally they started playing together with them. I was amused by their play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317517195975904418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Scudt2EszKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVXFxKTDmAM/s320/fighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317517519219442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScueAqP9xQI/AAAAAAAAACA/kpIiXMdIUGw/s320/scout+upclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-5607723147252938039?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/5607723147252938039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/5607723147252938039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/5607723147252938039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/Scudt2EszKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PVXFxKTDmAM/s72-c/fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-4111700093500160779</id><published>2009-03-21T21:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:46:13.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Memphis</title><content type='html'>My mom, my sister and I went to Memphis, Tennessee for spring break. It was so much fun. The weather was awesome and Memphis is a fun place. While we were there we went to visit one of my mom's old friends who is a retired missionary from Brazil. She lives in Jackson which is about an hour from Memphis. East Tennessee is a really pretty place. Memphis sits right on the Mississippi. They had these awesome houses that overlooked the river. I would love it be able sit out on their third story balcony every evening and watch the people play next to the river. Here are some pictures from our trip: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833229368290738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWiKFm27bI/AAAAAAAAABI/b3kiNQL9C7Q/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Beale Street: Birthplace of Rock N Roll, Home of the Blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833772299355778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWipsLthoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OWKBQdD3H3w/s320/EP.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Graceland: Home of Elvis! This place was pretty cool. Not as big as you think though. The coolest part of Graceland was looking at his planes. His plane "Lisa Marie" is awesome. I could get used to flying like that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315834293605622930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWjICMz5JI/AAAAAAAAABY/cioklOO7_Uc/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rendezvous: This place had some pretty good dry rub ribs.  We ate lots of bar b que while we were there.  We also ate Neely's BBQ and Leonards BBQ.  We also had some good ole southern cookin at this place called Four Way.  The food was awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315834923358913170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWjssNsgpI/AAAAAAAAABg/SO3ehPOyO4I/s320/Sweet+Tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinking sweet tea.  You can't go to the south without drinking sweet tea.  I think it is all I drank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835353595197522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWkFu-BOFI/AAAAAAAAABo/3LFbqbQUSFQ/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't be fooled.  This isn't sweet tea.  Just as good though.  We went to this cool pub on Beale street on St. Patty's Day and listend to some live blues.  It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315835726724641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWkbc_AsPI/AAAAAAAAABw/2YkLBtwAdgc/s320/civil2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;National Civil Rights Musuem: This is where Martin Luther King Jr. was shot.  The musuem is built around this hotel.  It was really interesting and a good memorial to MLK.  It really displayed all the good he did for our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, Memphis is a cool place.  If you haven't been, you should add it to your places to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8787792090329104565-4111700093500160779?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/4111700093500160779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/walking-in-memphis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4111700093500160779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4111700093500160779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/walking-in-memphis.html' title='Walking in Memphis'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/ScWiKFm27bI/AAAAAAAAABI/b3kiNQL9C7Q/s72-c/IMG_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-2912834702695617928</id><published>2009-03-13T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:37:37.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday before spring break...even on a normal Friday, the day before a holiday is always crazy at a school.  But, today is no normal Friday.  First it is an early release.  We get out at 1:30, sweet!  But our boys basketball team is playing today in the state semifinals game in Austin.  So our basketball team is gone...along with all the coaches and the ones who have wives that work here...yep, they are gone as well. Plus, you have parents and siblings of the ball players, I think we have three teachers at the high school alone with a son on the team.  Then that takes the cheerleaders and their families.  Plus the cousins and close friends of all the players, coaches, and cheerleaders all needed to go.  So the state tournament alone wipes out a good percentage of our population.  But then our tennis team, which is surprisingly big, made it to state, so they are competing this weekend as well.  Our baseball team is in a big tournament down by Austin.  Finally the band folks, that are left, are out working with some kids from Wayland.  Our entire administration staff, from top to bottom, are all gone.  Therefore, the kids and teachers that are left here so we don't lose one of those state mandated days, well, we don't want to do anything.  You know what they say about being idle.  Ill be exhausted by 1:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-2912834702695617928?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/2912834702695617928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/2912834702695617928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/2912834702695617928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-day.html' title='Free Day!!!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-1533945393061590249</id><published>2009-02-04T14:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:31:27.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Scout</title><content type='html'>So, my roommate recently moved out, taking her two dogs (Idgy's best friends) with her. Sadly this leaves my precious little dog home without any companionship. Every morning, as soon as I would begin to put my shoes on to leave, Idgy would sit on the bed and violently shake. Granted she is chihuahua, so this is natural but it still made me sad. Then when I put her in her room (my bathroom) she would shriek at the door. It sounded as if she were being physically harmed. I couldn't take it anymore...so I had to get her a little sister. I named her Scout Delis. She is real feisty and funny, so she is named Scout after the little girl in &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockinbird&lt;/em&gt; and Delis is short for Fluer de Lis...which I love to decorate with...but also it is a symbol of friendship, which is why I got her for Idg. Welcome to the family Scout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299045570199734002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SYn93txcxvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1xw48UNF3Rs/s320/Scout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know...she's precious. Even if you don't like chihuahuas...look at her...she's so cute. Anyway, if you don't know, chis are sorta moody dogs. They can be really territorial and Idgy is. But, she actually doing really well with the new baby. The only time she gets mad is when they are both on my lap. She is playing really sweet with her and even loving on her some. But, yesterday morning my dogs taught me a lesson on how to treat others. When chis are babies, they have blood sugar problems, so you have to make sure they eat. Scout wasn't eating much, so I was a little worried about her. Idgy is a little grouchy when she eats because she doesn't want anyone stealing her food. But, that particular morning, Scout walked up to Idgy's bowl while Idgy was eating. Idgy just looked at Scout and turned around and got in her bed. She just sat there while Scout was eating. When she finished eating, Idgy looked up at me, as if she were asking permission to finish her food. I had tears in my eyes. I know it sounds really cheesy and nerdy, but Scout really needed to eat and it was as if Idgy knew that. The reason it made me emotional is because it made me stop and think about how often I ignore the needs of others just to "feed" my own selfish needs. Idgy could have growled and snapped but she chose not to. It is pretty humbling when you get a reminder like that in the morning from two dogs. That is why I love them so much. They are quickly becoming best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299057186138917714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SYoIb2hKi1I/AAAAAAAAABA/t4ikyioxa_E/s320/Idgy+and+scout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8787792090329104565-1533945393061590249?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/1533945393061590249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-scout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/1533945393061590249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/1533945393061590249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-scout.html' title='Meet Scout'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SYn93txcxvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1xw48UNF3Rs/s72-c/Scout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-4479854239487827430</id><published>2009-01-26T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:22:12.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I'm Mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I have never really considered myself to be a mean spirited person. But, then when I stop and think about it, I realized most mean people do not consider themselves mean…selfish people don’t see themselves as selfish, and rude people never consider themselves rude…they are just honest, right? Haha…so I guess I am mean. In the eyes of 15-16 years old boys and girls, I am mean. Maybe &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the world as well…sorry if I am mean to you. I guess I was extra harsh to my second period this morning. First, I wouldn’t let them work with partners for the vocabulary assignment. Here’s the thing, I am not anti-group work if it benefits the student. There is a time and place for it. But with vocabulary it is just a way for them to do less work. Therefore, I don’t allow it. Not allowing them what they want is mean. Then I would not let a girl go interrupt another teacher’s class in order to ask about the Sweetheart dance coming up. She could not understand…even though she was finished with her work, why I would not let her go. Shouldn’t the sweetheart dance be at the top of my list of priorities as well? That made me double mean. To top it off…a couple of them asked if they could listen to their Ipods, to which I responded no, those are not allowed at school. I mean, that may leave a few of you thinking, “wow, someone is a stickler for rules.” To which I reply, “I am.” I have to be…in their eyes at least. I don’t really care if they listen to their ipods and don’t really look for it…but if they ask, I have to say no. I mean what kind of example am I setting if I encourage them to break the rules? And, won’t that make them want to just push me more? Once they hear the word no enough they get a little cranky. I get questions like… “Are you this mean to everyone? To which I respond, “yes.” “Even your friends? Cause if you are, how do you have friends?” I then explain to them, that when I leave the school in the afternoon I stop being a teacher. My friends don’t normally ask me to go to the bathroom or whether or not they can listen to their ipods. I don’t know…maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am just mean. Till next time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-4479854239487827430?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/4479854239487827430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-im-mean.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4479854239487827430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/4479854239487827430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-im-mean.html' title='I Guess I&apos;m Mean'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-3822110435306175969</id><published>2009-01-26T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:47:25.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SX3LlmrR2_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/57ephD-Bfg0/s1600-h/bach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295612583755242482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SX3LlmrR2_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/57ephD-Bfg0/s320/bach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ah, Remember this?  I am doing this at work...shhh.  So I really only have one folder of pictures, but this is 4th one.  Anyway, wthis is when we went to Six Flags for Ashley and Amy's bachorlette party.  That was so fun.  One, I remember that we were all supposed to ear fanny packs...haha.  I also remember that when we were standing in line for one of the rides some people thought that Ashley and Amy were each other's bride...hahaha.  Ya'll make a cute couple.  I also remember when we went to that Salsa place and Mandy said she felt like she was at church when the guy poured tequila in her mouth.  That was a fun trip.  I miss you girls!&lt;/span&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/8787792090329104565-3822110435306175969?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/3822110435306175969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-tag.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/3822110435306175969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/3822110435306175969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SX3LlmrR2_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/57ephD-Bfg0/s72-c/bach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-7353583611566684710</id><published>2009-01-16T14:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:27:41.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Oh this blog...I am having a hard time learning how to work this thing.  Everyone has cute backgrounds and pages.  How do you do all that?  Seems like I didn't have any problem at all figuring out Myspace or facebook...but this seems a little more challenging.  Maybe I haven't really played on it enough.  So I was really sick this week.  I felt horrible on Tuesday but came to work anyway.  The poor kids...they never pick up on things like teachers feeling bad.  Im in perfect health to them.  So they just thought I was extra grouchy that day.  I ended up staying home on Wednesday.  I slept the entire day away.  I could barely pull my self out of bed to go to the bathroom and get a drink.  Then yesterday I had a workshop.  So I was gone from school for two days.  I feel much better today though.  Whoever said you cant beat a sickness without antibiotics was wrong.  Really I just didn't feel well enough to take myself to the doctor.  So I get back to school today...not that I, myself, was overly excited to be here...but then the kids come in with a disgusted look and say "oh...you're back."  Yep, Im back.  Glad you are excited about that.  Then my class asks me...where have you been, you were gone all week...two days is a really long time for a teacher to be out...fyi.  My AP classes informed me that they liked the sub better than me...to which I responded that I wish she could be their teacher as well...haha.  They say sarcasm is bad for teachers to use...but I don't believe it.  My other classes wanted to know exactly how drunk I got to not be able to come to school.  Then another teacher and I began to laugh about how teachers have to be pretty confident people because this job does nothing for your confidence.  So I am going to start a collection of things that happen that show the harsh atmosphere teachers work in.  It should be pretty enertaining.  Anyway, I am glad it is Friday.  Besides the mountain of papers left on my desk, the kids are especially wound up today.  Every week is one week closer to summer.  Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-7353583611566684710?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/7353583611566684710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/tgif.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/7353583611566684710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/7353583611566684710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8787792090329104565.post-3792450568086114469</id><published>2009-01-06T13:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:57:52.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I got sorta jealouse because Megan and Brooke were talking about their blogs last weekend, and I sort of felt out of the loop.  Although the idea of having a blog is stressful because now I will have the pressure to post blogs in order to avoid hassling from other bloggers about my lack of blogging...also something I witnessed last weekend.  But...I decided to put my fears aside and jump on...really out of pure curiosity...I want to read everyone elses.  I'm not really sure what the future of my blog will be...maybe the crazy things I experience at school...or something funny that Idgy does, who knows.  For now...I am just going to be nosy and read yours.  Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8787792090329104565-3792450568086114469?l=missyhoward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/feeds/3792450568086114469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/3792450568086114469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8787792090329104565/posts/default/3792450568086114469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhoward.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400274647306099837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iVp16afcZ_U/SWO7tI_Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SfkEFf0oHyU/S220/IMG_2285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
