<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994736902419822459</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:49.471-07:00</updated><category term='Typical day'/><title type='text'>Wikabethia</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog may consist of useless knowledge of stuff that may or may not be true.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245501109535473433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SdA7zqjtCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3IG7uri-i40/S220/march+09+123.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994736902419822459.post-3736489752781115478</id><published>2009-04-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:05:41.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why people hate America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/Se0aDRcwVNI/AAAAAAAAABA/90zd6hjXaGw/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326942577775105234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/Se0aDRcwVNI/AAAAAAAAABA/90zd6hjXaGw/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I went to Walmart today, I noticed this car at the beginning of one of the rows of parking spaces. I figured that this lady was waiting for another car to pull out so she could have an awesome space. I soon found out that, no, she wasn't waiting for a space. She was parked right behind those cars. I watched as another lady approached with some items and together, they started loading the car. There was no handicap sign in or out of the car, but that doesn't matter. Those two probably had a long day and they deserve to park wherever they want. I am using they as in people. Don't call me racist just because they are a different color than me. I notice all colors doing this phenomina. Just a thing that really annoys/amuses me at the same time. I hope the recession will teach us some basic principles that, for most of our grandparents, is innate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There was a spot open next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994736902419822459-3736489752781115478?l=beth-e-boo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/feeds/3736489752781115478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4994736902419822459&amp;postID=3736489752781115478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/3736489752781115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/3736489752781115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-people-hate-america.html' title='Why people hate America'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245501109535473433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SdA7zqjtCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3IG7uri-i40/S220/march+09+123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/Se0aDRcwVNI/AAAAAAAAABA/90zd6hjXaGw/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994736902419822459.post-1698486865766531185</id><published>2009-04-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:09:32.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Fan Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SeC-w62YWkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cqk7TGARH8o/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323464507192269378" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SeC-w62YWkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cqk7TGARH8o/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SeC-DeXQm6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QDw9ZtzRxgM/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323463726451432354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SeC-DeXQm6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QDw9ZtzRxgM/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a couple of weeks the office fans at school had been planning to get together to watch a show. Thursday night was perfect. Two episodes would be airing so we were excited. I hosted the party and things started out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we get interrupted by the weather man. There was threat of Tornadoes heading our way. At first I was just wishing he would be quick so we could get back to the show, but then we heard the sirens. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so that is enough for me to heed the warning. The night got even better when the six of us (plus two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt; puppies) piled into my pasty purple hallway. It ended up being a lot of fun. I'm happy I was able to seek shelter with friends instead of being by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994736902419822459-1698486865766531185?l=beth-e-boo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/feeds/1698486865766531185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4994736902419822459&amp;postID=1698486865766531185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/1698486865766531185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/1698486865766531185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/2009/04/office-fan-club.html' title='Office Fan Club'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245501109535473433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SdA7zqjtCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3IG7uri-i40/S220/march+09+123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SeC-w62YWkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cqk7TGARH8o/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994736902419822459.post-5617978199257746738</id><published>2009-04-06T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:17:50.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I am so behind, but I don't know what Twitter is, really. I know it's some form of social networking. The more I am finding out about it, the more it sounds like texting. I don't know. I am starting to wonder if all of this virtual "connections" are real connections. Are we losing touch of true friendship by maintaining computer land friends? I am starting to think that all of this social networking is great for people that don't want long lasting, deep friendships. It's a great way to be in touch with many people at once, but is there a cost? Are we losing a part of our social skills? I know that some may say that I am making a big deal out of nothing, but I wonder how many of these computer addicting applications are going to come out. I feel like Wall-E has really struck a chord with me that I didn't know it had. Maybe we could end up looking at screens all day and miss sight of something real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994736902419822459-5617978199257746738?l=beth-e-boo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/feeds/5617978199257746738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4994736902419822459&amp;postID=5617978199257746738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/5617978199257746738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/5617978199257746738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/2009/04/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245501109535473433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SdA7zqjtCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3IG7uri-i40/S220/march+09+123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994736902419822459.post-3545999080371581346</id><published>2009-03-31T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:26:08.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical day'/><title type='text'>Getting The Hang of This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here is a new avenue for me to procrastinate cleaning, grading papers, or anything else that I should be doing. I am going to try blogging. From the looks of things, I have a lot to learn. Everyone else has these awesome little pages. It looks like professional web designers got on to create these things. I am not one of those.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's been going on today no one may ask? Ah, just typical stuff for me. Went to school early to get stuff done. Did typical school stuff until we watched the second graders do their program which is by far the cutest I might add. Finished the day in typical form....thank goodness no more tutoring! Then I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; by a parent who didn't agree with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt; her child. Ugh. I think I am more worried about the crop of parents that I get at the beginning of the school year than the kids. I keep playing the story in my mind that she is probably telling the other parents. I pick on her kid or something like that. She probably is thinking that this is the worst year he has had, it may be. But that it's my fault for it. I know I am right, but the last thing I want is for this kid to be told as he grows up that this was the worst school year for him. I know he likes my class, but parents are so influential.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's might vent for the day. I am about to go to the middle school to help the kids with orientation. That is one sweet part of my job. I get to see my kids anxious and in awe of the big school they will go to. I love how at this time of the year they start to cling to me...literally. They hug me over and over again. They aren't just hugging me. I know some of those hugs are meant for every elementary school year. They want to hold on to their elementary school and not go to the scary place that expects them to grow up. I want to keep some of them. I still miss my kids from last year. In these moments...it's all worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4994736902419822459-3545999080371581346?l=beth-e-boo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/feeds/3545999080371581346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4994736902419822459&amp;postID=3545999080371581346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/3545999080371581346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4994736902419822459/posts/default/3545999080371581346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-e-boo.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-hang-of-this.html' title='Getting The Hang of This'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245501109535473433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tXU8VUrh5IQ/SdA7zqjtCPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3IG7uri-i40/S220/march+09+123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
