(1029,1,'2010-10-06 19:50:09','2010-10-07 02:50:09','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br>\r\n\r\nYou might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-65','','','2010-10-06 19:50:09','2010-10-07 02:50:09','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-65/',0,'revision','',0),(1026,1,'2010-10-06 19:48:39','2010-10-07 02:48:39','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.<br />\r\n</br><br />\r\nYou might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-62','','','2010-10-06 19:48:39','2010-10-07 02:48:39','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-62/',0,'revision','',0),(1027,1,'2010-10-06 19:49:21','2010-10-07 02:49:21','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.\r\n</br><br />\r\nYou might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-63','','','2010-10-06 19:49:21','2010-10-07 02:49:21','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-63/',0,'revision','',0),(1028,1,'2010-10-06 19:49:27','2010-10-07 02:49:27','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.<br />\r\n</br><br />\r\nYou might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-64','','','2010-10-06 19:49:27','2010-10-07 02:49:27','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-64/',0,'revision','',0),(1030,1,'2010-10-06 19:50:11','2010-10-07 02:50:11','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br>\r\n\r\nYou might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-66','','','2010-10-06 19:50:11','2010-10-07 02:50:11','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-66/',0,'revision','',0),(1031,1,'2010-10-06 19:50:50','2010-10-07 02:50:50','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils.  ???  Creepy, I know.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p></br>\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-67','','','2010-10-06 19:50:50','2010-10-07 02:50:50','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-67/',0,'revision','',0),(1033,1,'2010-10-06 19:53:46','2010-10-07 02:53:46','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation.  ASU has earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-69','','','2010-10-06 19:53:46','2010-10-07 02:53:46','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-69/',0,'revision','',0),(1032,1,'2010-10-06 19:52:54','2010-10-07 02:52:54','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devil.  I am not exactly what a creepiest mascot in the nation.  ASU has earned the distinction as one of the largest party schools in the nation. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p>\n<p></br></p>\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\n<p> </br></p>\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-68','','','2010-10-06 19:52:54','2010-10-07 02:52:54','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-68/',0,'revision','',0),(1034,1,'2010-10-06 19:54:27','2010-10-07 02:54:27','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation.  ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-70','','','2010-10-06 19:54:27','2010-10-07 02:54:27','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-70/',0,'revision','',0),(1035,1,'2010-10-06 19:54:33','2010-10-07 02:54:33','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation.  ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-71','','','2010-10-06 19:54:33','2010-10-07 02:54:33','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-71/',0,'revision','',0),(1036,1,'2010-10-06 19:56:33','2010-10-07 02:56:33','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970\" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation.  ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p</p>\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</br></p>\r\n<p></br></p>\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><strong>Important and shameless sidenote:</strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n<p> </br></p>\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, I was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-72','','','2010-10-06 19:56:33','2010-10-07 02:56:33','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-72/',0,'revision','',0),(1038,1,'2010-10-06 19:58:37','2010-10-07 02:58:37','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970 \" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation. ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\" target=\"_blank\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Important and shameless sidenote:</span></strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, <em>I</em> was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-74','','','2010-10-06 19:58:37','2010-10-07 02:58:37','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-74/',0,'revision','',0),(1037,1,'2010-10-06 19:58:01','2010-10-07 02:58:01','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970 \" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation. ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\" target=\"_blank\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Important and shameless sidenote:</span></strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, <em>I</em> was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-73','','','2010-10-06 19:58:01','2010-10-07 02:58:01','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-73/',0,'revision','',0),(1039,1,'2010-10-06 20:56:18','2010-10-07 03:56:18','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970  \" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation. ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\" target=\"_blank\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Important and shameless sidenote:</span></strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, <em>I</em> was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-autosave','','','2010-10-06 20:56:18','2010-10-07 03:56:18','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(1040,1,'2010-10-06 19:59:40','2010-10-07 02:59:40','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970 \" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation. ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\" target=\"_blank\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Important and shameless sidenote:</span></strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, <em>I</em> was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-75','','','2010-10-06 19:59:40','2010-10-07 02:59:40','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-75/',0,'revision','',0),(1041,1,'2010-10-06 20:00:39','2010-10-07 03:00:39','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_970\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"221\" caption=\"&quot;Sparky&quot; aka Creepiest College Mascot in the Nation \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu.gif\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-970  \" title=\"asu\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/asu-221x300.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"221\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems like just yesterday when I moved to The Dating Desert for my first lead teaching position in a Montessori classroom.  I welcomed 30 3-6 year-olds to the world of education, and now those same 3 year-olds are freshmen in college. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Eeeekkkk!!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This revelation propels me into mid-life angst faster than you can sing \"Itsy Bitsy Spider\".  Where has the time gone???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To continue with this weird time haze theme, I thought it would be a kick to visit one of these 3-now-18 year-olds in college.  I was invited by Kim (aka Kimeee) and not by the 3-now-18 year-old who, now that I think of it, must have been absolutely mortified by the thought of her mom and former preschool teacher crashing her new digs but was too sweet to say anything. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I arrived for dinner at Arizona State University, home of the Sun Devils and the creepiest mascot in the nation. ASU has also earned the distinction of Top Party School. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you rush to any conclusions, let me establish right away that Kimeee and I were here for the organic dinner catered by Singh Farms at the Honors College cafeteria, not a frat party.  College boys are not my thing.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from my old blog that <strong><a href=\"http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/cougar-mania-makes-me-want-to-yak_20.html\" target=\"_blank\">the whole cougar craze makes me want to yak</a></strong>.  In fact, when Kimeee pointed out the shirtless volleyball players directly outside Lauren\'s dorm room window, it felt creepy to even sneak a peek.  They looked soooo young and soooo scrawny!!!  Granted, these were smart boys who spend more time lifting books then weights, but still.  It\'s refreshing to realize that I am only attracted to men 35 and up. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Important and shameless sidenote:</span></strong>  Yes, we are all very proud of Lauren\'s acceptance into the Honors College at ASU, and it is common knowledge that her brilliance stems from her most formative preschool years and the woman who taught her how to read.  This combined with her stellar maternal gene pool shoots her into the stratosphere of braniacdom. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As we walked through campus, memories of my college days flooded back to me.  I remembered what it was like to be immersed in that stage of life, where everything is filled with hope, possibility and promise.  I experienced a strange mixture of elation and sadness. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It seems that with each passing decade, life tries to stomp that wide-eyed enthusiasm out of us.  Loss, failure, betrayal, and a host of other ugly life events create obstacles for happiness.  The wide-eyed enthusiasm in no longer a given.  It\'s a choice.  Some days the choice is easy, and some days we have to trick ourselves into believing it.  The darkest and scariest days are when we completely forget about the choice.  But the choice is always there. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Enough with the waxing philosophical crapola.  The choice on Day 20 was crystal clear.  The buzz and excitement of college and a fresh new start was contagious! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Forget about my concerns for Lauren\'s feelings, <em>I</em> was mortified for her when I realized that Kimeee and I were the ONLY adults over the age of 22 in sight.  I\'m not sure why I never anticipated that.  We were in a college cafeteria on a Monday night.   Helloooooo???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I tried to look as unobtrusive as possible, but I couldn\'t help feeling like a big dork.  I quietly pulled Lauren aside and apologized profusely for destroying her campus mojo.  How embarrassing!  Lauren was typically gracious.  Kimeee was completely unfazed, as any empty nester would be.    </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The food was surprisingly good.  I ordered the pizza because I wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible.  I applaud their vast menu, including the organic vegetarian gluten-free stir fry, but I was in college, and I needed college food, dammit! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The veggie pizza was non-greasy, healthy and delish.  I am telling you -- this is not your typical college cafeteria experience.  These brainchildren need optimal brain food! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To cleanse my palate after the meal, I ordered a cappuccino gelato cone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, there is no need to worry about the freshman 15 this time around. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 20:  College Coed for the Night','','inherit','open','open','','959-revision-76','','','2010-10-06 20:00:39','2010-10-07 03:00:39','',959,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/959-revision-76/',0,'revision','',0),(1042,1,'2010-10-06 20:31:29','2010-10-07 03:31:29','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag -- you\'re it -- consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ol>\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\">www.beenboed.com</a>. </li>\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out. </li>\n</ol>\n\n<p>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.<br />\n<br />\n<strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\n\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-2','','','2010-10-06 20:31:29','2010-10-07 03:31:29','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(1043,1,'2010-10-06 20:32:07','2010-10-07 03:32:07','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag -- you\'re it -- consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\">www.beenboed.com</a>. </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.<br />\r\n<br />\r\n<strong></strong></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-3','','','2010-10-06 20:32:07','2010-10-07 03:32:07','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(1044,1,'2010-10-06 20:32:14','2010-10-07 03:32:14','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag -- you\'re it -- consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\">www.beenboed.com</a>. </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-4','','','2010-10-06 20:32:14','2010-10-07 03:32:14','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(1045,1,'2010-10-06 20:33:17','2010-10-07 03:33:17','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag -- you\'re it -- consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-5','','','2010-10-06 20:33:17','2010-10-07 03:33:17','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1046,1,'2010-10-06 20:33:29','2010-10-07 03:33:29','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag -- you\'re it -- consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-6','','','2010-10-06 20:33:29','2010-10-07 03:33:29','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1047,1,'2010-10-06 20:33:57','2010-10-07 03:33:57','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-7','','','2010-10-06 20:33:57','2010-10-07 03:33:57','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1048,1,'2010-10-06 20:34:04','2010-10-07 03:34:04','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li> If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-8','','','2010-10-06 20:34:04','2010-10-07 03:34:04','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1049,1,'2010-10-06 20:35:41','2010-10-07 03:35:41','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-9','','','2010-10-06 20:35:41','2010-10-07 03:35:41','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1050,1,'2010-10-06 20:35:47','2010-10-07 03:35:47','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself Boo\'ed.  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<ol>\r\n<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n</li>\r\n</ol>\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\r\n','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-10','','','2010-10-06 20:35:47','2010-10-07 03:35:47','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1051,1,'2010-10-06 20:37:27','2010-10-07 03:37:27','<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous 79 cent bubble soap while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This will also provide hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO-ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-11','','','2010-10-06 20:37:27','2010-10-07 03:37:27','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(1052,1,'2010-10-06 20:41:42','2010-10-07 03:41:42','','boo','You\'ve Been BOO\'ed','inherit','open','open','','boo','','','2010-10-06 20:41:42','2010-10-07 03:41:42','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1056,1,'2010-10-06 20:47:44','2010-10-07 03:47:44','<p><a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\"><img class=\"size-full wp-image-1053 alignnone\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again. </li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-14','','','2010-10-06 20:47:44','2010-10-07 03:47:44','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(1053,1,'2010-10-06 20:45:26','2010-10-07 03:45:26','','boo','','inherit','open','open','','boo-2','','','2010-10-06 20:45:26','2010-10-07 03:45:26','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1054,1,'2010-10-06 20:44:18','2010-10-07 03:44:18','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ol>\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1052\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"151\" caption=\"You&#39;ve Been BOO&#39;ed\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo.jpg\"><img class=\"size-full wp-image-1052\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a>[/caption]\n\nwhile you’re there.)  </li>\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again.\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p></li>\n</ol>\n\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-12','','','2010-10-06 20:44:18','2010-10-07 03:44:18','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(1055,1,'2010-10-06 20:46:43','2010-10-07 03:46:43','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1053\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again. </li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-13','','','2010-10-06 20:46:43','2010-10-07 03:46:43','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(1057,1,'2010-10-06 20:50:04','2010-10-07 03:50:04','<p><a href=\"http://www.beenboed.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-full wp-image-1053 alignnone\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again. </li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-15','','','2010-10-06 20:50:04','2010-10-07 03:50:04','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(1058,1,'2010-10-06 20:51:28','2010-10-07 03:51:28','<p><a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-full wp-image-1053 alignnone\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ol>\r\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\r\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>while you’re there.)  </li>\r\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\r\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\r\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again. </li>\r\n</ol>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-revision-16','','','2010-10-06 20:51:28','2010-10-07 03:51:28','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(1059,1,'2010-10-06 20:54:01','2010-10-07 03:54:01','<p><a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"size-full wp-image-1053 alignnone\" title=\"boo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/boo1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"151\" height=\"252\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'m talking about the good Boo, not the bad Boo-hiss. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The good Boo happens each October.  Tag.  You\'re it.  Consider yourself BOO\'ed.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Here is how you play: </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ol>\n	<li>Get thee to <a href=\"http://www.beenbooed.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.beenboed.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong> </li>\n	<li>Print two \"BOO\" sheets.  Prepare two Halloween treats to accompany the sheets.  I found 12 treat bags for 99 cents at Walgreens.  (You can also pick up the infamous <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/01/day15-flashback-friday-blowing-bubbles/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>79 cent bubble soap </strong></a>while you’re there.)  </li>\n	<li>Stuff the bags with Halloween candy. </li>\n	<li>Leave the BOO gifties on someone\'s door step, ring the bell, and RUN!  I hid in the bushes to hear people’s reactions, but you don’t have to do this part if it creeps you out.</li>\n	<li>If you have been BOO\'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won\'t be BOO’ed again. </li>\n</ol>\n\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Bonus Tip:</strong>  This also provides hours of entertainment in the office.   </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Happy Halloween! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 21:  Have You Been BOO\'ed Yet?  ','','inherit','open','open','','961-autosave','','','2010-10-06 20:54:01','2010-10-07 03:54:01','',961,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/06/961-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(1060,1,'2010-10-09 01:11:36','2010-10-09 08:11:36','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1117\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Rubin expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Rubin\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Rubin and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look <em>younger</em>, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record','','publish','open','open','','day-23-reading-for-the-record','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/','2010-12-12 21:38:07','2010-12-13 04:38:07','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1060',0,'post','',1),(1061,1,'2010-10-07 14:52:57','2010-10-07 21:52:57','','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision','','','2010-10-07 14:52:57','2010-10-07 21:52:57','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/1060-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1063,1,'2010-10-07 20:17:05','2010-10-08 03:17:05','<p>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl 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/></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-2','','','2010-10-07 20:17:05','2010-10-08 03:17:05','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(1064,1,'2010-10-07 20:17:21','2010-10-08 03:17:21','<p>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-3','','','2010-10-07 20:17:21','2010-10-08 03:17:21','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(1065,1,'2010-10-07 20:19:09','2010-10-08 03:19:09','','recordplayer','','inherit','open','open','','recordplayer','','','2010-10-07 20:19:09','2010-10-08 03:19:09','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1066,1,'2010-10-07 20:18:26','2010-10-08 03:18:26','<p>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-4','','','2010-10-07 20:18:26','2010-10-08 03:18:26','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(1069,1,'2010-10-07 20:21:08','2010-10-08 03:21:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-7','','','2010-10-07 20:21:08','2010-10-08 03:21:08','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1067,1,'2010-10-07 20:20:33','2010-10-08 03:20:33','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-5','','','2010-10-07 20:20:33','2010-10-08 03:20:33','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1068,1,'2010-10-07 20:20:42','2010-10-08 03:20:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-6','','','2010-10-07 20:20:42','2010-10-08 03:20:42','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1070,1,'2010-10-07 20:21:17','2010-10-08 03:21:17','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-8','','','2010-10-07 20:21:17','2010-10-08 03:21:17','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1071,1,'2010-10-07 21:02:58','2010-10-08 04:02:58','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/lencioni/203030529/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful 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href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Musical Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-9','','','2010-10-07 20:24:01','2010-10-08 03:24:01','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1073,1,'2010-10-07 21:04:31','2010-10-08 04:04:31','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-23','','','2010-10-07 21:04:31','2010-10-08 04:04:31','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1074,1,'2010-10-07 14:53:23','2010-10-07 21:53:23','<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-2','','','2010-10-07 14:53:23','2010-10-07 21:53:23','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/1060-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(1075,1,'2010-10-07 21:05:49','2010-10-08 04:05:49','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-3','','','2010-10-07 21:05:49','2010-10-08 04:05:49','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/1060-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(1076,1,'2010-10-07 20:27:14','2010-10-08 03:27:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/lencioni/203030529/sizes/m/in/photostream/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1065\" title=\"recordplayer\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/recordplayer-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" /></a>Back when I was a kid, I would disappear into my room, lie on my bed, and listen to music.  I would play an album in its entirety.  It was an activity in itself. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Somehow, 20 - 30+ years later, listening to music is now a background activity:  while hiking, while preparing dinner, while entertaining guests, while driving the car.  Does anyone over the age of 25 have 45 minutes in the day to do nothing but listen to music?  Do grown adults<em> do</em> this, or just lazy teenagers? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 22, I honestly didn\'t have the strength for much else.  I received word that my grandfather had been transported to hospice, and I completely unraveled.  I wanted to crawl into a cocoon and hide from the world.  I could have cared less about my original plan of making Caramel Apples. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Instead, I retreated to my fainting couch.  (You might call it a chaise, but I always prefer the more dramatic and colorful names for things.)  I turned on my iPod and found the latest Ray LaMontagne \"album\" that my mother gave me for my birthday.  I curled into the fetal position and escaped into the music.  A musical hibernation.  Nothing to do but absorb every note, every lyric, every nuance. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My sadness and anxiety eased with each song, until the last track, where I drifted off to sleep.  What a gift! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe lazy teenagers are on to something.  I am going to make a conscious choice to channel my inner teenager more often. </p>','Day 22:  Flashback Friday:  Music Hibernation ','','inherit','open','open','','963-revision-10','','','2010-10-07 20:27:14','2010-10-08 03:27:14','',963,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/963-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1077,1,'2010-10-07 21:09:57','2010-10-08 04:09:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-4','','','2010-10-07 21:09:57','2010-10-08 04:09:57','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/07/1060-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(1078,1,'2010-10-08 16:40:44','2010-10-08 23:40:44','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-5','','','2010-10-08 16:40:44','2010-10-08 23:40:44','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1079,1,'2010-10-08 16:44:42','2010-10-08 23:44:42','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record</strong></a>? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-6','','','2010-10-08 16:44:42','2010-10-08 23:44:42','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1080,1,'2010-10-08 16:45:06','2010-10-08 23:45:06','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record</strong></a>? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-7','','','2010-10-08 16:45:06','2010-10-08 23:45:06','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1081,1,'2010-10-08 16:46:03','2010-10-08 23:46:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-8','','','2010-10-08 16:46:03','2010-10-08 23:46:03','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1082,1,'2010-10-08 19:51:14','2010-10-09 02:51:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that</em> happen?  I planned on acquaniting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting awareness for reading</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day: </p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\n\n<p>Playground at school</p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-9','','','2010-10-08 19:51:14','2010-10-09 02:51:14','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1083,1,'2010-10-08 19:54:24','2010-10-09 02:54:24','','Sno-ball_half','','inherit','open','open','','sno-ball_half','','','2010-10-08 19:54:24','2010-10-09 02:54:24','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1084,1,'2010-10-08 20:01:05','2010-10-09 03:01:05','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that</em> happen?  I planned on acquaniting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting awareness for reading</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\n\n<p>Playground at school</p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\n\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p>They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle faints in shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p>(That part is purel<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Lucas -- You look younger Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p>Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites!  :-)</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-10','','','2010-10-08 20:01:05','2010-10-09 03:01:05','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1085,1,'2010-10-08 20:14:47','2010-10-09 03:14:47','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that</em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\n\n<p>Playground at school</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\n\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle:  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure<em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-11','','','2010-10-08 20:14:47','2010-10-09 03:14:47','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(1086,1,'2010-10-08 20:15:07','2010-10-09 03:15:07','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that</em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-12','','','2010-10-08 20:15:07','2010-10-09 03:15:07','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(1087,1,'2010-10-08 20:15:18','2010-10-09 03:15:18','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that</em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-13','','','2010-10-08 20:15:18','2010-10-09 03:15:18','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(1088,1,'2010-10-08 20:16:45','2010-10-09 03:16:45','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-14','','','2010-10-08 20:16:45','2010-10-09 03:16:45','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(1089,1,'2010-10-08 20:16:52','2010-10-09 03:16:52','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not literally of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-15','','','2010-10-08 20:16:52','2010-10-09 03:16:52','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(1090,1,'2010-10-08 20:21:02','2010-10-09 03:21:02','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\n\n<p>Playground at school</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\n\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-16','','','2010-10-08 20:21:02','2010-10-09 03:21:02','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(1091,1,'2010-10-08 20:24:08','2010-10-09 03:24:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-17','','','2010-10-08 20:24:08','2010-10-09 03:24:08','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(1092,1,'2010-10-08 20:25:00','2010-10-09 03:25:00','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-18','','','2010-10-08 20:25:00','2010-10-09 03:25:00','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(1093,1,'2010-10-08 20:25:40','2010-10-09 03:25:40','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-19','','','2010-10-08 20:25:40','2010-10-09 03:25:40','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(1094,1,'2010-10-08 20:26:23','2010-10-09 03:26:23','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 1</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground at school</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Act II, Scene 2</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Playground blacktop</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-20','','','2010-10-08 20:26:23','2010-10-09 03:26:23','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(1095,1,'2010-10-08 20:28:08','2010-10-09 03:28:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-21','','','2010-10-08 20:28:08','2010-10-09 03:28:08','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(1097,1,'2010-10-08 20:30:13','2010-10-09 03:30:13','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-23','','','2010-10-08 20:30:13','2010-10-09 03:30:13','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(1096,1,'2010-10-08 20:28:30','2010-10-09 03:28:30','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you.  I can\'t believe how much you have all changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-22','','','2010-10-08 20:28:30','2010-10-09 03:28:30','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(1098,1,'2010-10-08 20:34:57','2010-10-09 03:34:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\n\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\n\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\n\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-24','','','2010-10-08 20:34:57','2010-10-09 03:34:57','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(1099,1,'2010-10-08 20:35:38','2010-10-09 03:35:38','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-25','','','2010-10-08 20:35:38','2010-10-09 03:35:38','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(1100,1,'2010-10-08 20:36:35','2010-10-09 03:36:35','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-26','','','2010-10-08 20:36:35','2010-10-09 03:36:35','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(1101,1,'2010-10-08 21:59:22','2010-10-09 04:59:22','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1117\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Rubin expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Rubin\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Rubin and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look <em>younger</em>, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-autosave','','','2010-10-08 21:59:22','2010-10-09 04:59:22','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(1102,1,'2010-10-08 20:36:55','2010-10-09 03:36:55','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather and tower around her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-27','','','2010-10-08 20:36:55','2010-10-09 03:36:55','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(1103,1,'2010-10-08 20:49:46','2010-10-09 03:49:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around while towering over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-28','','','2010-10-08 20:49:46','2010-10-09 03:49:46','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(1104,1,'2010-10-08 20:51:10','2010-10-09 03:51:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-29','','','2010-10-08 20:51:10','2010-10-09 03:51:10','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(1307,1,'2010-10-25 01:11:10','2010-10-25 08:11:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salcalvinfo.gif\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1326\" title=\"salcalvinfo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salcalvinfo.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com/Home.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1319\" title=\"salvadorsign\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salvadorsign2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Most women tend to be fiercely loyal to their hairstylists.  Suggest to a woman that she try a new stylist and a look of horror (tinged with guilt) crosses her face.  A woman would sooner call it quits with her significant other than abandon or cheat on her mane guy/girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And, yes, this applies to women who are downright unhappy with their stylists!  They would rather stay in a dysfunctional hair relationship than break away to healthier pastures.  They walk around with a bad haircut and/or color because they don’t want to hurt their hairstylist’s <em>feelings</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know.  I used to feel that way as well.  Until the day I was forced to break up with “G”.  He left me with no choice.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff; font-size: large;\">Like all new relationships, it was A Match Made in Heaven.  At first.  </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff; font-size: large;\"> </span></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G was my hairstylist from five years ago.  I met him at a party.  At the time, I was displeased with my hair.  My metrosexual poster boy friend recommended a top stylist in Snobbsdale who dyed my tresses a lighter shade of black and razor cut my hair.  The color made me look like I was in dire need of a makeover, and the razor made my hair frizz to a frazzle. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the party (hosted by metrosexual poster boy, ironically), G sat down next to me and told me that he loved my dress.  (+10 points)  He then commented that my shoes were to die for.  (+20 points)  We talked incessantly for a while, and it came up in conversation that he was a hairstylist.  I immediately blurted out my hair woes. Don’t we often treat our hairstylists like therapists?  God bless them for listening. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G calmly assessed the damage.  He explained to me that my hair was too dark and washed me out.  (+50 points)  G was HORRIFIED that someone had taken a razor to the hair of someone of “Mediterranean descent”.  (+100 points)  My hair should be blunt cut to eliminate the frizzle-frazzle!  (+500 points) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was destined to be a hair relationship made in Heaven! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I called G that Tuesday to schedule an appointment.  When our big day rolled around, it was everything a girl could want.  I will never forget – he dyed my hair with a color called “Swedish blonde” which sounded ridiculous at first.  Me?  A blonde?  Uh…no.  BUT!!!!  G transformed my hair into shade of golden brunette perfect for my skin tone.  And his blunt cut layers made my hair bouncing and behaving!  (+ points ad infinitum)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was hooked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G and I also started to see each other outside of the salon.  (Platonically.  G wasn’t attracted to women.)  He shared my taste for indie restaurants and coffeehouses.  We had so much fun together.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080; font-size: large;\">Drama Queens belong on the stage and not in the salon.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then one day, G was in a mood.  (He had a flair for the dramatic.)  He was stressed out about a guy who dissed him and was ticked off at his landlord.  In the midst of relaying his hassles in vivid detail during my haircut, he cut my layers unevenly.  i.e. He screwed up my hair.  Big time.  Every woman’s worst hair nightmare. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a forgiving sort.  I am prone to granting second chances.  We are all human.  We all make mistakes.  We should all give one another a little more grace. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I went back to G for a quick fix. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which turned out to be not a fix, but another disaster. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000; font-size: large;\">Breaking Up is Hard to Do.  </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000; font-size: large;\"> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In some aspects, breaking up with G was worse than breaking up with a boyfriend.  With a boyfriend, you take time off to heal and ready yourself for another relationship someday.  With your hairstylist, you need to find another one right away.  This is far from ideal when you’re gun-shy and suffering from hair trauma. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Argh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I went through a few hairstylists after G.  Everyone was good at first, and then they slacked off after a year or so.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was then introduced to a husband/wife cut/color duo who are great.  I absolutely adore them – talented, super smart, and warm.  But our schedules haven’t been meshing lately.  Availability is limited to one Saturday a month, and if I happen to have other plans that Saturday, then I’m SOL.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And this is how I came to cheat on my hairstylist.  I needed an appointment for this past Saturday, and my stylists were unavailable. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600; font-size: large;\"><strong>If you are going to cheat, then reach for the hairstylist to the stars.  </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> For months, my friend Britt waxed on about <em>“Salvador”.</em>  From the way she talked about him, I envisioned some sort of mythical Hair God. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> is the best stylist that I’ve ever been to.  He specializes in natural color.”  (+50 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> is the only one in this town who knows how to cut hair.  He cuts the layers blunt so your hair is thick and voluptuous and doesn’t get scraggly as with point cutting.”  (+100 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> has a really cool artsy studio downtown with art and photographs and instruments.”  (I’m a sucker for artsy fartsy.  +50 points.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> understands how to cut wavy hair.” (+100 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em>!  <em>Salvador</em>!  <em>Salvador</em>!”  (+50 points for reputation of mythical proportion) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this past Saturday morning I hauled my cookies downtown for an appointment with <em>Salvador</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon entering aforementioned artsy fartsy studio, I was greeted by an overly enthusiastic Golden Retriever named Tahoe.  (+ points ad infinitum)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"tahoe\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/tahoe2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"97\" height=\"118\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Salvador (with locks of mythical proportion) welcomed me to the salon and chit-chatted away about the morning.  I was up late the night before, slept in, and had just started drinking my coffee, so I slurped it down in a hurry with hopes that I could be a tenth as chipper as Tahoe and ready to talk to another human being.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Classical music played in the background (+10 points) while Salvador sat me in the chair and inquired about what I wanted to do with my hair.  I asked him what he would do given carte blanche. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All I can remember is “natural color” and I agreed to the rest.  When a mythical Hair God shares his opinion, you really should just take it and get on with your day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was properly caffeinated, we were able to ramble on about all sorts of common interests from music to guitar to writing to entrepreneurship to topics ad infinitum.  (+1000 points)  I am sure that you will agree with me that NOTHING is more awkward than sitting in a hairstylist’s chair whom you are unable to talk to.  How can they <em>possibly </em>serve as your surrogate therapist/dating coach/sounding board if you can’t carry on a decent conversation??? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Salvador worked his magic throughout conversational turns and many musical shifts (as you ease into the morning the classical needs to be replaced with rock) and then…Voila!  Hair Extraordinaire! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have already received numerous compliments from “the outside”. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In this illicit affair, the cheating paid off and no one got hurt.**</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The most surprising thing about Salvador is that for a mythical Hair God, he is extraordinarily down-to-earth and <em>a really good guy</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Often with myths, we develop high expectations that can’t be adhered to in Real Life.  Salvador will exceed your expectations.  And you’ll have fun in the process.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Go see him and Tahoe.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>http://www.hairpeace.com/</strong></span></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>                           </strong> ****************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>** Please note that I do not condone cheating in other relationships.  But if your hairstylist isn’t cutting it (pun intended), then by all means get out there and sow your wild oats with someone new! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 28:  Have YOU Ever Cheated on Your Hairdresser?','','publish','open','open','','day-28-have-you-ever-cheated-on-your-hairdresser','','','2010-12-12 21:32:34','2010-12-13 04:32:34','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1307',0,'post','',8),(1106,1,'2010-10-10 01:11:39','2010-10-10 08:11:39','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or, to be more accurate, snowballs DO have a chance in the Desert, which is still hot as hell right now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink coconut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gushed previously in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I just teared up.)  Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this is possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho...on Day 23, the Foundation paired with another organization in a mongo literacy awareness campaign called Read for the Record.  Approximately 2 million children and adults from around the world gathered to read <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 24, in celebration of this monumental event, the Noble Publishing Superpower\'s corporate offices in my fair city shipped in snow.  That\'s right.  A giant heap of it.  Kids were shipped in as well.  An enormous swarm of them.  (I believe most of them belonged to employees.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Big kid that I am, I announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24: Snowballs DO Have a Chance in Hell','','publish','open','open','','day-24-more-snowballs-in-the-desert','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/','2010-12-12 21:38:20','2010-12-13 04:38:20','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1106',0,'post','',3),(1107,1,'2010-10-08 20:52:42','2010-10-09 03:52:42','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision','','','2010-10-08 20:52:42','2010-10-09 03:52:42','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1106-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1108,1,'2010-10-22 01:11:51','2010-10-22 08:11:51','<p>I am blessed to live in one of the most beautiful states in our great nation. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I think we might also boast the most diverse landscapes of any of the other 49 states. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I awoke on Day 25 in the Sonoran Desert, which is actually quite stunning. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1213\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"The Long &amp; Winding Road That Leads to My Door\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/longandwindingroadleadstomydoor.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1213\" title=\"longandwindingroadleadstomydoor\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/longandwindingroadleadstomydoor-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After a 2 hour drive, I scaled the Red Rocks of Sedona.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901801.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1215\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901801-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After another 30 minute drive the next morning, I hiked a pine and aspen forest trail in Flagstaff (trail elevation 9600 ft.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA100200.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1216\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA100200-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As you can see, if you can tolerate 115 temps for a few months, then this state is one breathtakingly majestic oyster. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The plan for Day 25 started with a Google hunt for the height of the <strong><a href=\"http://www.fs.fed.us/r3/coconino/recreation/fall-colors/fall_colors.shtml\" target=\"_blank\">Aspen \"gold rush\" in Flagstaff</a></strong>.  I\'ve been to Flagstaff many times, but never at the peak of fall foliage, and I wanted an autumnal experience to remember. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The second weekend of October is considered THE weekend to visit Flagstaff for fall colors, so I called David (aka Captain Adventure), who lives and breathes nature stuff.  It took him about a ¼ of a second to accept my invitation.  (You may recall David from the <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/19/day-3-flashback-friday-grease-sing-along/\" target=\"_blank\">Grease Sing-along</a></strong>.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We decided to turn this into a 2-day nature extravaganza.  First stop:  Sedona, Arizona.  Which.  Is.  Absolutely.  Incredible.  One of my favorite places on earth.  If you\'ve never been, start plotting a Sedona escape soon. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Sedona is known not only for its stunning one-of-a-kind scenery, but also for its Woo Woo factor.  If you\'re ready to get you\'re New Agey freak on, then Sedona is your place.  I would guesstimate that Sedona has more psychics per capita than anywhere else on earth. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If New Agey freak freaks you out, then just focus on the red rocks and mind your own beeswax.  Sedona attracts people from all around the world, so I guarantee you won\'t feel out of place. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Of course, I was chomping at the bit for a psychic reading because:  a.  I like to get my freak on every once and awhile and b.  I wanted to learn about the fate of this blog.  Because psychics are always right, you know.  According to <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychic_Friends_Network\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Dionne Warwick</strong>.</a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>However, when you\'re traveling with Captain Adventure, you don\'t waste sunshine and perfect 80 degree weather on psychics.  You must first conquer the mountain! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you hike Sedona with girlfriends, you leisurely follow hiking paths, share girl stories, and stumble upon a naked man in the woods.  (True story.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you hike Sedona with Captain Adventure, you make your own path.  Up a rock.  Thinking that if your mother saw you, she would freak out and not in the New Agey way. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1218\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Feel the Fear and Climb That Rock Anyway! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901811.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1218\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901811-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I don\'t know what was more exhilarating, the climb or the vistas. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA090179.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1219\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA090179-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Few people hang in there all the way to the top, and for those who do, there are special rewards.  Lucky for me, Captain Adventure fancies himself a masseur, so I received a cranial massage while passed out on the lone flat rock.  David wouldn\'t let fellow hikers take his masseur-in-action photo because he suddenly felt shy (???), but I assure you, it cleared my sinus headache in about 10 seconds flat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA090192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1220\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA090192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Ladies, you are probably drooling with envy at this point.  Yes, David is single.  If you want me to play matchmaker, contact me privately, and you and David can exchange digits.  Although now that I think about it, I may need him to remain single for this Dating Game idea I have for the blog, but that\'s for another day.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After our trek down the rocks, David threw a surprise tailgate party for two.  We toasted to my newfound alter ego, Captina Adventura, with mango margaritas David blended at home and stored in his cooler.  It was only <em>slightly </em>white trashy, because how white trashy can you truly be drinking exotic margaritas out of the back of a Subaru Outback in Sedona? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for:  The Woo Woo </span></span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"> </span></span></span></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When in Rome, eat pasta.  When in France, eat cheese.  When in Sedona, visit a psychic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You can also embark on a UFO hunt, but that’s for another adventure.  There’s only so much time in the day, peeps! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Superfreaky\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901981.jpg\"><img title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA0901981-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I talked David into booking an appointment with the psychic as well.  We both viewed the opportunity as \"for entertainment purposes only\".  Our names are not Dionne. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After dinner, we headed on down to <strong><a href=\"http://www.sedonacrystalvortex.com/\" target=\"_blank\">The Crystal Vortex</a> </strong>to see Gita who was previously referred to me with rave reviews. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I volunteered to go first while David waited in the store.  Gita asked me if I had any questions, and not wanting to lead her in any way, shape or form, I replied, \"I\'m a Virgo, and therefore I plan too much.  I don\'t want to direct this reading, so just tell me what you \'see\'.\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita smiled serenely and asked to see my palms.  Yep.  My palms.  No one has ever read my palms before.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>ON DAY 19 (6 DAYS PRIOR) WHEN I READ MY OWN PALMS AS PART OF OUR <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/05/day-19-poolside-palm-reading/\" target=\"_blank\">POOLSIDE PALM READING! </a> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>I told you this was Woo Woo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or maybe it was just a coinkidink.  I\'ll leave that for you to decide. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I did not say a word as Gita read my palms.  She told me that I was highly creative and pursued many different interests wholeheartedly and with great passion.  (She also told me that I am an extraordinarily passionate lover.  Oo la la!!!  Unfortunately, it\'s been such a dreadfully long dry spell that I can\'t even remember if she\'s right about that or not.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>She told me that I take on creative projects that are therapeutic for me and give me hope.  (Oh, I <em>may</em> have touched on this briefly in <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>365 or Bust</strong>.</a> )</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And she rambled on with all sorts of accurate stuff that you\'re just going to have to take my word on. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita asked if this all made sense, and I squeaked out a \"Yes\". </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>She asked if I had any questions.  I replied, \"Nope.  Keep going, please.\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>She asked me to choose a tarot deck.  I picked the one that was colorful and artsy.  No creepy tarot decks here. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I chose three cards.  Gita explained:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>My \"Past\" Card:  Ice-olation </strong></span>-- In my past, I felt sadness and isolation.  I found myself in a stagnant place.  A rut.  (I SWEAR to you that I am not making this up!!!)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\"><strong>My \"Present\" Card:  The Dream</strong> </span>-- The card portrayed Cinderella, but Gita clarified that this card signifies that it is now time to leave the fairy tale behind.   It is time to start living a real life dream that I am consciously implementing in my life.  (Ummm...yeah.  The \"Move Over, Cinderella\" shirt in <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/about/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>What Makes Me Tick</strong></a>.  The quote on the home page of my blog.  The whole PREMISE of this blog!  WOO WOO!!!)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #339966;\"><strong>My \"Future\" Card:  Creativity</strong> </span>-- Gita reiterated that I will be finding my reality.  She told me that I will be \"flowering\".  (Late Bloomer!!!  Flowering!!!!  WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO!!!)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita checked back in with me and asked if all of this rang true.  At that point, I could hold it in no longer.  I came clean and blurted out <em>everything.</em>  In a very excited state, I might add.  Because I\'m passionate and all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita smiled serenely with a look of \"Well, I <em>am</em> psychic.  What did you expect?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>She encouraged me to pick a card for the blog.  This felt much scarier than scaling that damn rock with Captain Adventure, but I took a deep breath and drew one. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>My \"Blog\" Card:  Queen of the Harvest</strong> </span>-- Wow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita pointed out the card was self explanatory.  The Queen in the card was holding a cornucopia of fruits, veggies, and flowers.  She explained that by sharing my light with others, I would reap the fruits of my labor. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At this point I fainted, and David rushed in to resuscitate me. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now THAT part I made up for dramatic effect.  :-) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I didn\'t faint, but I was certainly blown away by the evening\'s \"entertainment\". </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita then produced a whimsical deck of mini cards decorated with little birds.  She asked me to pick three \"gypsy\" cards for the success of the blog.   Wooooooo...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita interpreted: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><strong>3 Royal Cards!</strong></span>  -- Very good luck! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Jack of Spades --</strong> Signifies trust.  Trust the process.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Queen of Hearts</span></strong> -- At first, Gita was puzzled.  This is the \"mother\" card.  She couldn\'t understand how my mother was related to the success of the blog. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Maybe it\'s because my mother runs a couple of Internet boards, and she has enlisted the support of many lovely ladies who now give me daily warm fuzzies by following this blog? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Yep.  My 60-something mother has social media mojo.  Who knew? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita smiled her peaceful smile and nodded in agreement. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">King of Hearts</span> </strong>-- Gita said that the man of my life will be connected to this blog.  She followed with, \"But you\'re not with anyone now, correct?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now.  I ask you.  Wouldn\'t MOST people make the assumption that David and I are a couple?  Scheduling our readings together and arriving together?  In Sedona?  One of the most romantic places on the planet?!?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Didn\'t YOU make that assumption at the beginning of this post?  Hmmmmm???? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita is goooooood. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Gita advised me to stay open and not abandon my longing for love.  And just when I thought all boys were schmucks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>O.k., Gita.  You were right on about everything else.  I\'ll give it a try. </p>','Day 25:  Sedona Woo Woo and Other Adventures','','publish','open','open','','day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures','','http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/09/19/day-3-flashback-friday-grease-sing-along/\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/05/day-19-poolside-palm-reading/\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/','2010-10-22 11:39:19','2010-10-22 18:39:19','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1108',0,'post','',5),(1109,1,'2010-10-08 20:53:38','2010-10-09 03:53:38','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','1108-revision','','','2010-10-08 20:53:38','2010-10-09 03:53:38','',1108,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1108-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1110,1,'2010-10-23 01:11:25','2010-10-23 08:11:25','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_1260\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Exceptional foliage foreplay. Too bad I couldn&#39;t stick around for the best part. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA1002011.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1260\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA1002011-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Day 2 of Nature Extravaganza with David (aka Captain Adventure) involved schlepping up the switchbacks to cool and breezy Flagstaff, Arizona. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>You may recall from yesterday\'s post that I craved an autumnal experience to remember, and the user-friendly <a href=\"http://www.fs.fed.us/r3/coconino/recreation/fall-colors/fall_colors.shtml\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Coconino National Forest website</strong></a> promised me a <em>climax</em> of colors during the 2nd weekend of October.  What woman could resist the promise of a colorful climax? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Unfortunately, after much hype and foreplay, Coconino didn\'t deliver.  Hmph.  Very<em> anti</em>-climactic, if you ask me.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Our visit turned out to be a bit premature.  I hate it when that happens.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Captain Adventure, the eternal optimist, announced a change of plans!  We would make lemons into lemonade! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>I, the eternal smart ass, announced that squeezing lemons into lemonade is sooooo cliché.  Instead, we would turn lemons into lemon cream pie! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Captain Adventure shot me a \"What planet are you from?\" look.  (It\'s o.k.  I\'m used to it. )</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>He then kindly obliged with, \"I love lemon cream pie!\" </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Ingredients for Day 26\'s Lemon Cream Pie:</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<ul>\r\n<li>Flagstaff forest</li>\r\n<li>Hiking trail </li>\r\n<li>Yellow Aspens climaxing in sweet harmony</li>\r\n<li>Good company</li>\r\n<li>Fresh Air</li>\r\n<li>65 degrees and sunshine</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n<p>Should you find yourself short on yellow Aspens, simply substitute and get turned on by another autumn staple -- multitudes of pine cones. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Ahhhhhh...</p>\r\n','Day 26:  Foliage Foreplay in Flagstaff ','','publish','open','open','','day-26-foliage-foreplay-in-flagstaff','','','2010-10-22 23:16:47','2010-10-23 06:16:47','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1110',0,'post','',2),(1111,1,'2010-10-08 20:53:57','2010-10-09 03:53:57','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','1110-revision','','','2010-10-08 20:53:57','2010-10-09 03:53:57','',1110,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1110-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1112,1,'2010-10-24 01:11:31','2010-10-24 08:11:31','<p><a href=\"http://www.azopera.com/performances.php?opera=pirates\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1299\" title=\"azopera\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/azopera-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" /></a>I\'ve never been a huge fan of opera. Specifically, I\'m not a fan of the singing style.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or it may be rebellion that traces back to college. My classically trained voice coaches refused to work with me on musical theatre pieces. (And I was a theatre major.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Their reasoning was something to the effect of, \"Oh, noooooo...Musical theatre is base! Opera is grand! If you want to study with me, you will sing arias!\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Granted, there are worse fates in life than being forced to sing Puccini arias.  In fact, listening to Puccini makes me feel weak in the knees.  Puccini oozes Romance.  It is Puccini you hear in the scene from <em>A Room</em> <em>with a View</em> where George Emerson marches across the field and lays one on Lucy Honeychurch.  Sigh...  ♥</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In other opera memory lane news:  In a lifetime not too long ago, I created a summer program where children ages 1st - 4th grades would meet every afternoon for three weeks.  Culminating activity?  A child-sized version of Mozart\'s opera, <em>The Magic Flute</em>.  Oh, yes, it was adorable.  And I successfully brainwashed many a child into a Mozart obsession.  :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But most opera leaves me lukewarm.  Until the evening of Day 27, Opening Night of 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target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cheuvront\'s</strong></a>, one of my favorite wine bars in Phoenix.  You have to love a restaurant that plays old James Bond movies with French subtitles.  ???  I have no idea why they do this, but it\'s cool.  Trust me again. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Cheuvront\'s also mixes up the best mojitos in town.  And they have a cheese menu.  That\'s right.  Half of their regular menu is devoted to cheese.  Can you spell L-A-C-T-A-I-D? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Luckily, I am not lactose intolerant, and neither is Britt, so we happily ordered the cheese plate.  Très délicieux!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After wine, cheese and girl talk, Britt and I arrived at Symphony Hall for Gilbert and Sullivan\'s <em>The Pirates of Penzance</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, the orchestra played, the chorus of singers entered the stage and...Magic.  Pure 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04:16:33','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1118,1,'2010-10-08 20:52:11','2010-10-09 03:52:11','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1073\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 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/></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. 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04:17:18','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1106-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1122,1,'2010-10-08 21:14:08','2010-10-09 04:14:08','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1117\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a 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23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Lisa expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Lisa\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Lisa and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Lisa\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-31','','','2010-10-08 21:14:08','2010-10-09 04:14:08','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(1123,1,'2010-10-08 21:54:00','2010-10-09 04:54:00','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1117\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/read-for-the-record2010-2-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" /></a>Have you heard about <a href=\"http://www.readfortherecord.org \" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Read for the Record?</strong>  </a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s a world record breaking campaign that brings children and adults together to read the same book, on the same day, in homes and communities all over the world. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In my past life, I participated as a teacher.  In my current life as an employee of the Noble Publishing Superpower that partners in this event, I continue the tradition by returning to one of my former schools to Read for the Record. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Each year, a different classic is chosen through a voting contest.  Last year, TWO MILLION children read Eric Carle\'s <em>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</em>.  I did not read last year, as I was quarantined with the swine flu.  Remember that craze from last fall?  Fun times!  But that\'s off topic. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On topic:  This year, I was healthy as a horse and trotted on down to Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Grade Classroom to share the story of <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oddly, I had never read this book.  I taught this age group for 16 years, so how the heck did <em>that </em>happen?  I planned on acquainting myself with the book before Day 23, but <em>that</em> did not happen either. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And Ms. Rubin expected this ex-music and drama teacher who hadn\'t taught in 3 years to come up with some sort of \"activity\" with the kids.  You might recall from previous posts that I\'ve had a lot on my mind recently, so...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Uh-oh x 2. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I made some sort of stupid <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/03/day-17-baby-love/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>boasting remark the other day in this blog</strong></a> that I could lead a group of kids while blindfolded and with my hands tied behind my back. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Greeeaaaat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>That was 3 years ago!  Did I still have what it takes?  What was I going to <em>do</em> with these kids?  Would it be creative?  Would it be fun?  Would it hold their attention? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anyone who has ever stepped into a classroom knows what happens when you lose the attention of young children.  They.  Will.  Eat.  You.  Alive. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well...not <em>literally, </em>of course.  But you know what I mean.  It\'s not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rushed into Ms. Rubin\'s classroom at the 11th hour.  Luckily, the kiddos were in the midst of their math lesson.  (A competitor\'s math lesson, mind you.  I nearly boycotted, but stayed in the spirit of good will towards all children.  The Noble Publishing Superpower always rises above!) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I skimmed through the book in a flash, and then Eureka!  You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can\'t take the classroom out of the teacher!  I turned to Ms. Rubin and announced, \"We have ourselves a creative drama \'activity\'!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I met the children at the storytelling corner where we introduced ourselves with a getting-to-know-you rhythm game. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Next, we Read for the Record.  Who knows how many millions we will have been a part of this year?  Results coming soon...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>After sharing our experiences and thoughts on the book, it was show time!  We turned off reality (we live in a desert) and turned on imaginations (it is snowing outside) and turned in Academy Award winning performances! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bravo, Ms. Rubin\'s 1st Graders! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I would like to thank the Academy for giving me the strength, courage, education and experience to pull an \"activity\" out of my you-know-where.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>Highlight of the Day: </strong></span> </span>Promoting reading awareness</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Narcissistic Highlight of the Day:</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 1</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground at school</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ms. Michelle joins the students for their Read for the Record snowball snack.  Remember snowballs?!?! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Sno-ball_half.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"Sno-ball_half\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Sno-ball_half-300x171.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"171\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before you get as excited as I did, I need to break it to you that these were generic snowballs that even<em> I</em> couldn\'t eat.  In case you haven\'t heard, schools are in dire straits these days and can\'t afford Hostess, people!  It\'s a travesty!! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Act II, Scene 2</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Playground blacktop</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children start waving at Ms. Michelle in recognition. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  O.k., guys.  You\'re going to have to tell me who you are because it\'s obviously been awhile. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children gather around and tower over her.  They announce themselves one by one as Ms. Michelle pretends to faint from shock and awe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Giant mutant children laugh.  Ms. Michelle has always been a great comedienne amongst the school crowd. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  You\'re in 8th grade now?  I started teaching some of you when you were 3! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>They start recollecting memories of class.  Ms. Michelle\'s heart swells to 3 times its original size. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The giant mutant children say their goodbyes as they depart for class. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:  </strong>It was great seeing you all of you.  I can\'t believe how much you changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  (<em>spoken with flair in an attempt to be silly</em>)  I am sure that <em> I</em> haven\'t changed a <em>bit!</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Lucas:</strong>  Actually, you look younger, Ms. Michelle!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Ms. Michelle:</strong>  Oh, Lucas.  You were always one of my favorites! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>End scene</p>','Day 23: Reading for the Record ','','inherit','open','open','','1060-revision-32','','','2010-10-08 21:54:00','2010-10-09 04:54:00','',1060,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/08/1060-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(1124,1,'2010-10-09 10:21:32','2010-10-09 17:21:32','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionary snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink cococonut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I gushed previousy in this blog about the stellar culture of my company, the Noble Publishing Superpower</p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-6','','','2010-10-09 10:21:32','2010-10-09 17:21:32','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1125,1,'2010-10-09 10:24:09','2010-10-09 17:24:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionary snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink cococonut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I gushed previousy in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (who is one of THE coolest women on the planet</p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-7','','','2010-10-09 10:24:09','2010-10-09 17:24:09','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1127,1,'2010-10-09 10:43:38','2010-10-09 17:43:38','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionary snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink cococonut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gushed previousy in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I just teared up.)  Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this is possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho...on Day 23, the Foundation paired with another organization in a mongo literacy awareness campaign called Read for the Record.  Approximately 2 million children and adults from around the world gathered to read <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 24, in celebration of this monumental event, the Noble Publishing Superpower\'s corporate offices in my fair city shipped in snow.  That\'s right.  A giant heap of it.  Kids were shipped in as well.  An enormous swarm of them.  (I believe most of them belonged to employees.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Big kid that I am, I actually announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-9','','','2010-10-09 10:43:38','2010-10-09 17:43:38','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1126,1,'2010-10-09 10:42:41','2010-10-09 17:42:41','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionary snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink cococonut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I gushed previousy in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I 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I am, I actually announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Snowball fight ensued.  If you call me throwing snowballs at the childless employees a snowball fight.  There</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-8','','','2010-10-09 10:42:41','2010-10-09 17:42:41','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1128,1,'2010-10-09 10:44:00','2010-10-09 17:44:00','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionary snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink cococonut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gushed previousy in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I just teared up.)  Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this is possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho...on Day 23, the Foundation paired with another organization in a mongo literacy awareness campaign called Read for the Record.  Approximately 2 million children and adults from around the world gathered to read <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 24, in celebration of this monumental event, the Noble Publishing Superpower\'s corporate offices in my fair city shipped in snow.  That\'s right.  A giant heap of it.  Kids were shipped in as well.  An enormous swarm of them.  (I believe most of them belonged to employees.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Big kid that I am, I actually announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-10','','','2010-10-09 10:44:00','2010-10-09 17:44:00','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1129,1,'2010-10-10 18:24:55','2010-10-11 01:24:55','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Or, to be more accurate, snowballs DO have a chance in the Desert, which is still hot as hell right now.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink coconut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I gushed previously in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I just teared up.)  Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this 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/></p>\n\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  Snowballs DO Have a Chance in Hell','','inherit','open','open','','1106-autosave','','','2010-10-10 18:24:55','2010-10-11 01:24:55','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(1130,1,'2010-10-09 10:45:10','2010-10-09 17:45:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink coconut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gushed previously in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) 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friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  More Snowballs in the Desert ','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-11','','','2010-10-09 10:45:10','2010-10-09 17:45:10','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(1131,1,'2010-10-09 10:47:53','2010-10-09 17:47:53','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of 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10:52:25','2010-10-09 17:52:25','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or, to be more accurate, snowballs DO have a chance in the Desert (which is still hot as hell right now).</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink coconut flakes.  I was 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Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this is possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho...on Day 23, the Foundation paired with another organization in a mongo literacy awareness campaign called Read for the Record.  Approximately 2 million children and adults from around the world gathered to read <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 24, in celebration of this monumental event, the Noble Publishing Superpower\'s corporate offices in my fair city shipped in snow.  That\'s right.  A giant heap of it.  Kids were shipped in as well.  An enormous swarm of them.  (I believe most of them belonged to employees.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Big kid that I am, I announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  Snowballs DO Have a Chance in Hell','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-13','','','2010-10-09 10:52:25','2010-10-09 17:52:25','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(1133,1,'2010-10-09 10:52:59','2010-10-09 17:52:59','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1119\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/snowballfight-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Or, to be more accurate, snowballs DO have a chance in the Desert, which is still hot as hell right now.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You might remember from yesterday\'s <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/day-23-reading-for-the-record/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Reading for the Record post</strong></a> that I had the great misfortune of biting into a generic snowball.  Not an icy snowball, but a confectionery snowball comprised of a delectable creamy filling surrounded by chocolate cake surrounded by marshmallow surrounded by pink coconut flakes.  I was expecting Hostess, but with school budgets in crisis, there was a snowball\'s chance in hell of that happening.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which leads to me to another Snowball\'s Chance in Hell headline:  Snow in the Desert!  In October! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I gushed previously in this blog about the stellar culture of the Noble Publishing Superpower that is my employer.  In case you think I am just saying this so I don\'t get fired if my boss, one of the VPs, or Dame Marjorie (one of THE coolest women on the planet!) stumbles across this blog, I present to you the evidence of Day 24. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When you are a Noble Publishing Superpower, you think nobly, and you establish a Foundation.  And this Foundation does so much good in the world, that you break out in goosebumps and get all choked up when you mention them in a blog post.  (I\'m such a sap, but trust me, I just teared up.)  Everybody who works for the Noble Publishing Superpower apparently wants to work for the Foundation, but supposedly there are only 3 positions or something crazy like that.  If you met the SuperGenius who spearheads the Foundation, you would understand immediately how this is possible. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho...on Day 23, the Foundation paired with another organization in a mongo literacy awareness campaign called Read for the Record.  Approximately 2 million children and adults from around the world gathered to read <em>The Snowy Day</em> by Ezra Jack Keats. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 24, in celebration of this monumental event, the Noble Publishing Superpower\'s corporate offices in my fair city shipped in snow.  That\'s right.  A giant heap of it.  Kids were shipped in as well.  An enormous swarm of them.  (I believe most of them belonged to employees.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Big kid that I am, I announced to my boss that we needed to move our 2:30 meeting to 3:30 so that I could play in the snow.  Because of our stellar corporate culture, my boss didn\'t skip a beat and responded, \"I would never want you to miss playing in the snow!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rounded up fellow childless employees (who were reluctant at first) and steered them outside to the snowy lot. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Snowball fight! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All in a day\'s work, my friends.  All in a day\'s work. </p>','Day 24:  Snowballs DO Have a Chance in Hell','','inherit','open','open','','1106-revision-14','','','2010-10-09 10:52:59','2010-10-09 17:52:59','',1106,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/09/1106-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(1162,1,'2010-10-11 18:30:52','2010-10-12 01:30:52','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-19','','','2010-10-11 18:30:52','2010-10-12 01:30:52','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(1163,1,'2010-10-11 18:32:09','2010-10-12 01:32:09','','papaimmigration','','inherit','open','open','','papaimmigration','','','2010-10-11 18:32:09','2010-10-12 01:32:09','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1164,1,'2010-10-11 18:34:17','2010-10-12 01:34:17','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Best,</p>\n\n<p>Michelle</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-20','','','2010-10-11 18:34:17','2010-10-12 01:34:17','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(1165,1,'2010-10-11 18:34:46','2010-10-12 01:34:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-21','','','2010-10-11 18:34:46','2010-10-12 01:34:46','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(1166,1,'2010-10-11 18:36:35','2010-10-12 01:36:35','','michelle2','','inherit','open','open','','michelle2','','','2010-10-11 18:36:35','2010-10-12 01:36:35','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1167,1,'2010-10-11 18:35:46','2010-10-12 01:35:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-22','','','2010-10-11 18:35:46','2010-10-12 01:35:46','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(1168,1,'2010-10-11 18:37:11','2010-10-12 01:37:11','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-23','','','2010-10-11 18:37:11','2010-10-12 01:37:11','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(1169,1,'2010-10-11 18:37:35','2010-10-12 01:37:35','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                         </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-24','','','2010-10-11 18:37:35','2010-10-12 01:37:35','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(1170,1,'2010-10-11 18:38:19','2010-10-12 01:38:19','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>                  <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-25','','','2010-10-11 18:38:19','2010-10-12 01:38:19','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(1171,1,'2010-10-11 18:38:54','2010-10-12 01:38:54','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>                  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-26','','','2010-10-11 18:38:54','2010-10-12 01:38:54','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(1172,1,'2010-10-11 18:39:20','2010-10-12 01:39:20','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>                  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-27','','','2010-10-11 18:39:20','2010-10-12 01:39:20','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(1173,1,'2010-10-11 18:41:25','2010-10-12 01:41:25','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Best,</p>\n\n<p>Michelle</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-28','','','2010-10-11 18:41:25','2010-10-12 01:41:25','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(1174,1,'2010-10-11 18:46:38','2010-10-12 01:46:38','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II. </p>\r\n\r\n<p>He put his family above all else, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa. </p>\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on the wedding day -- <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-29','','','2010-10-11 18:46:38','2010-10-12 01:46:38','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(1175,1,'2010-10-11 18:48:00','2010-10-12 01:48:00','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa. </p>\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on the wedding day -- <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-30','','','2010-10-11 18:48:00','2010-10-12 01:48:00','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(1176,1,'2010-10-11 18:50:06','2010-10-12 01:50:06','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Best,\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Michelle\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa. \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- <br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-31','','','2010-10-11 18:50:06','2010-10-12 01:50:06','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(1184,1,'2010-10-11 19:03:47','2010-10-12 02:03:47','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Best,</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Michelle</p>\r\n<p><p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>\r\n<p>\r\n<p>[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a></p>\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19th, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-39','','','2010-10-11 19:03:47','2010-10-12 02:03:47','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-39/',0,'revision','',0),(1183,1,'2010-10-11 19:02:11','2010-10-12 02:02:11','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Best,</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Michelle</p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19th, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-38','','','2010-10-11 19:02:11','2010-10-12 02:02:11','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-38/',0,'revision','',0),(1177,1,'2010-10-11 18:51:07','2010-10-12 01:51:07','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Best,\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Michelle\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II. \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa. \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-32','','','2010-10-11 18:51:07','2010-10-12 01:51:07','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(1182,1,'2010-10-11 19:00:38','2010-10-12 02:00:38','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Best,\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19th, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-37','','','2010-10-11 19:00:38','2010-10-12 02:00:38','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-37/',0,'revision','',0),(1181,1,'2010-10-11 18:59:57','2010-10-12 01:59:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Best,\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19th, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br 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/></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','To Be Continued...','','inherit','open','open','','1137-revision-36','','','2010-10-11 18:59:57','2010-10-12 01:59:57','',1137,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/11/1137-revision-36/',0,'revision','',0),(1178,1,'2010-10-11 18:52:24','2010-10-12 01:52:24','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1142\" title=\"michelle3\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle3-298x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"298\" height=\"300\" /></a>Dear Friends,\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My beloved grandfather passed away early this morning.  I need time to grieve and spend time with my family.  I will return to the blog in a week or two. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thank you for your support during this past month, and I look forward to sharing more curious adventures with you in the upcoming weeks. \r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p>Best,\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>Michelle\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1155\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Thank you for the best childhood memories, Papa. \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1155\" title=\"michelle6\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>       <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1160\" title=\"michelle4\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle41-205x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"205\" height=\"300\" /></a>                  \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1163\" title=\"papaimmigration\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/papaimmigration-300x203.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"203\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My Papa was a Portuguese immigrant who came to this country, started his own business, and worked hard to achieve his success.  He was a Purple Heart veteran of World War II<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He always put his family first, and he was a beautiful, gentle soul.  I love you, Papa. \r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p> <br class=\"spacer_\" /> <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1166\" title=\"michelle2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle2-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />Nana and Papa on their wedding day -- April 19th, 1942.  <br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/michelle61.jpg\"></a> \r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p> \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a 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