<?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-1306780505141495529</id><updated>2012-02-05T21:51:27.932-05:00</updated><category term='antlers'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; Times of Lil' kk</title><subtitle type='html'>N 2 DEEP 2 TURN BACK NOW!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6994041305287335265</id><published>2009-01-19T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:27:10.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book List 2008</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by my college friend and blogger &lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeanniereid.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-from-2008.html"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt; to record the books I read this year. I will say her list allows for varied taste. Mine on the other hand lacks variety due to my current status as a graduate student. I did start several books that fall into the inspirational, self-help, or fiction category but none I completely finished...so I have my first resolution for the new year...to read more fiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have one completed for 2009 and historical fiction ever! Don't get too excited I read it for an upcoming project I am was working on for a 4th grade teacher. Hey but it still counts! It is called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Day in the Blizzard &lt;/span&gt;by Marietta D. Moskin. It gives a detailed account of the locations the main character travels during the blizzard of 1888. Check out the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=110958064691569338601.00045fd289b3c5bd2ba61&amp;amp;z=14"&gt;Google Map &lt;/a&gt;I  made for our students to follow as we read the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book List 2008 Non-Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Complete User's Guide to the Amazing Amazon Kindle&lt;br /&gt;Making Money Teaching Online - Danielle Babb&lt;br /&gt;Historical &amp;amp; Philosophical Foundations of Education - Gutek&lt;br /&gt;Taking Sides - Clashing Views on Educational Issues - Noll&lt;br /&gt;Techtactics - Thorsen&lt;br /&gt;The Leadership Challenge: Kouzes &amp;amp; Posner&lt;br /&gt;Leadership: A Communication Perspective- Heckman &amp;amp; Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom Education: God's Plan for Educating Future Generations - Shultz&lt;br /&gt;The Motivational Breakthrough -  Richard Lavoie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;Writing a Winning Thesis of Dissertation- Glatthorn &amp;amp; Joyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructional Supervision: A guide to Practice -Wiles &amp;amp; Bondi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;Fundamental Statistics for The Behavioral Sciences - Howell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;Fundamental Statistics for The Behavioral Sciences - Howell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;Fundamental Statistics for The Behavioral Sciences - Howell&lt;br /&gt;       (I read it 3 times &amp;amp; it is going on the list 3 times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to books I have read several status updates, countless journal articles, a bazillion blackboard discussion board posts, and an infinite number of  blog posts/ articles that come through my Google Reader. As you can see this very well defines the reason I haven't the time to read much fiction. I cant' image going one day without the written word. Words are my friend! So keep reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6994041305287335265?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6994041305287335265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6994041305287335265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6994041305287335265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6994041305287335265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-list-2008.html' title='Book List 2008'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-4607624193481290593</id><published>2008-10-28T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:24:51.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES! It's been Three Months Since I Last Blogged!</title><content type='html'>I know. I know. It has been way too long since I last posted. I can sum up the reason in on word...FACEBOOK! It is so much easier to update a status rather that rant and rave in a blog.  But I am not willing to let go of the practice of blogging, mainly because I can link my blog to the news reader on Facebook . So now the challenge is to make the effort to write more than a quick status update. I have lots of topics of late that would make good entries but I don't want to overwhelm my readers with a mile long post, so I will keep it to what has been on my mind as of late. My Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See most of the blogs I read are those of women my age that have school age children on down. And let's face it from the ages of  zero to ten and 364 days old what they do and say falls into the categories of amazing, funny, smart, insightful, sweet, loving, etc, etc. As mothers we can't wait to share their actions with the world, we love them, we are proud of them and we want the people in our lives who love our children to share in our joy. If blogging would have been "all the rage" in Emily's early years, my readers would honestly have just gotten sick of all the many stories I could have told of her greatness....HAAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I entered the blogosphere, Emily was knee deep into her teenage years, nope let me restate that, she dove in head first and was dragging Chuck and I behind her through the muck and mire like an unwanted flotation device that she wished she could abandon! At times, Chuck and I could hardly raise our head to get a breath, we felt as though we would just drown, but we held on for dear life.  Honestly, I just did not feel right about writing about the turmoil, for fear that it would scare the pants off all my friends who have yet to discover such bliss. I guess I took the position, "If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all!" (Well, at least on my blog.)  But through it all we loved her, showed concern for her actions, prayed for her, had others pray for us, and presented a united front as parents (Chuck, BTW is the best tag-team partner anyone could have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world there are many parents that will face much harder circumstances than myself, and I am sure there are those near-perfect parents that will never endure the circumstances I faced because they did in fact raise "perfect children", but if I may offer some advice. If you are one of those "near perfect parents" out there and you have one of those "near perfect" children hit adolescence and seem to lose their mind. DON'T be afraid to talk about there actions then, too. Even though I did not write about it on my blog...I was an open book to my work friends, and church family. And a good number of those folks had lived through the teenage years with there children. They gave us support, lifted us in prayer, and were honest about the actions of their children. This was important because it helped us to realize that sometimes the actions of a child are NOT a direct reflection of their parents. They are teenagers making their own choices...knowing full well they are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say with 100% assurance that we don't have obstacles to face in the future where Emily is concerned,but I can honestly say I am really enjoying my my daughter and thankful for her presence in my life everyday... regardless of the DRAMA she can sometimes bring along... :-)  So pardon me while I tell you all about all the "CUTE" things she has done lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is an independent thinker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes to talk politics with her daddy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a girl with STYLE... She took her clothes she no longer wanted and sold them to Plato's Closet/Consignment Shop for $50 and then went to Goodwill to shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is accepting of others and has a heart for the underdog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a responsible student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She starts her first job next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She bought her own car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She talks about what she might want to do as a future career.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She TALKS TO HER PARENTS...even about boys that like her or boys she might like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She makes time to watch a favorite TV show with MOM ...and we have even included Chuck into the fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She still calls me Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I just wanted to take a little time to brag on my daughter...I am allowed....I AM HER MOTHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-4607624193481290593?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/4607624193481290593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=4607624193481290593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4607624193481290593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4607624193481290593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/10/yikes-its-been-three-months-since-i.html' title='YIKES! It&apos;s been Three Months Since I Last Blogged!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-288216959947304692</id><published>2008-07-28T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:05:27.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas VayCay: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SI3tlnk2IJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/delauHYul7U/s1600-h/Vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SI3tlnk2IJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/delauHYul7U/s200/Vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228095972981481618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sunday 7/27/08&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4:30 PM_ It’s official! Vacation has begun. It started today with getting ready on the home front to leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sure will miss the kitties, but I am glad they have each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to leave earlier than expected so we could stop and get some lunch. It only took us two hours to arrive at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;GSO&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Now we have a little bit of a wait until we actually depart but that is what you get when you go for the cheap seats. Chuck and Emily are having fun checking out the airport and people watching. I need to sign off now and use my time wisely. I still have a term paper to write, well actually two more.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sunday 7/27/08 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:45 PM_ We arrived in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; about 8:00. Emily survived her first plane ride, but due to a slight cold her ears did not like the descent. I have never been to this airport or &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for that matter! I will be here till about 11:45PM. Yep, you guessed it our flight is delayed. So when they say “Everything in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; is Bigger” they mean it! And layovers are included, apparently. So we strolled to the shuttle monorail, and on to our gate, and I found&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt; electricity, so I could continue to work on my paper and this blog, But I decided not to spend the $7.95 for 24 hours of Internet use, because it will force me to pick apart the my already downloaded resources for my research paper. I am easily detracted and would have wanted to spend my $7.95 on facebook, twitter, updating my blog, and consuming my many RSS feeds! Taking the time to write this update is enough to keep me off task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SO I am back... 1hour and 40 minutes to go! Emily is people watchin’ and messing with her split ends. Chuck is reading a book, I know shocking! And I am blogging, reading my articles and fleshing out that outline, all while listening to one of my many playlists. Ah technology, its great if you want everyone around you to leave you alone, but even this lover of everything techno can see how it keeps us from connecting face 2 face with those around us. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Monday 7/28/08&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got here early this morning around 1AM and to our hotel/room by 2AM. SO it was brush your teeth and say good night! It is now 8ish Vegas time and my sleeping beauties are still sleeping. I am a morning is every timezone, so I am itchin’ to get going!Got the computer working…with some troubleshooting involved…seems to be the story of my life. Getting ready to call my Grandma and set a plan for later this evening. We are going to explore “The Strip” today. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More updates later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-288216959947304692?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/288216959947304692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=288216959947304692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/288216959947304692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/288216959947304692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/07/vegas-vaycay-part-i.html' title='Vegas VayCay: Part I'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SI3tlnk2IJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/delauHYul7U/s72-c/Vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-3104857664154932222</id><published>2008-07-06T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:31:10.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 4 Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 430px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="426" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;widget=eed57b5222a04283fba8c782db526986&amp;playlist=ee626374a15fd8c23ef111eb47b8078a&amp;vuid=embed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/littlekk72?e"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/p.jpg" style="border: none 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?e"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.jpg" style="border: none 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/l.jpg" style="border: none 0px; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTM5NzgxOTM*MyZwdD*xMjE1Mzk3ODY5OTg*JnA9MTg*MzMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-3104857664154932222?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/3104857664154932222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=3104857664154932222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3104857664154932222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3104857664154932222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-4-fun.html' title='Just 4 Fun!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-540184082424215394</id><published>2008-05-28T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:49:16.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SD1Umo1WhZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GGmg4G64l5o/s1600-h/Pedro+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SD1Umo1WhZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GGmg4G64l5o/s200/Pedro+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205409767083115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SD1UcY1WhYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WvUZyX7Gj_Q/s1600-h/Pedro+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SD1UcY1WhYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WvUZyX7Gj_Q/s200/Pedro+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205409590989456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-540184082424215394?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/540184082424215394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=540184082424215394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/540184082424215394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/540184082424215394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the Family!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SD1Umo1WhZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GGmg4G64l5o/s72-c/Pedro+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-8573296397739746831</id><published>2008-05-03T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:57:23.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My little peep went off to her first prom tonight! She attended with a friend of hers. Ironically, he attended W. Elementary School when I was a teacher there. He is a very nice young man. Oh where does the time go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/481d1b73efcfad80/46928cc5788deb29/1fcd11d4/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-8573296397739746831?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/8573296397739746831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=8573296397739746831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/8573296397739746831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/8573296397739746831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom-2008.html' title='Prom 2008'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-5966500638453140557</id><published>2008-04-26T20:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:56:56.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antlers'/><title type='text'>Holy Antler Sheds!  I am a Mythbuster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SBPNH_Rc_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wmsjUl3EQG8/s1600-h/bedell-wtsheds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SBPNH_Rc_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wmsjUl3EQG8/s200/bedell-wtsheds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193720332415729074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he he he! I just won a bet I made with Chuck! It all started as we were watching Mythbusters. They were working on a myth that involved a moose. The cast was making observations of a real moose for part of their experiment, but the moose did not have its antlers. SO, I happened to say something about... maybe it sheds its antlers...like a deer. Well, Chuck immediately questioned this statement as if it were not true. I replied, "Yeah, a buck will shed its antlers."  Now Chuck is a questioner , and not a hunter,and totally did not believe my statement. He immediately went to the computer. I stopped him and said, WAIT let's bet!  We set the terms of our wager, which will NOT be documented on this blog because trust me it would definitely fall in the category of "too much information."  For any hunters out in the blogosphere...you know where this is going! I was right! &lt;a href="http://www.whitetails.com/deer_info/deer_anatomy.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antlers are the fastest growing tissue in the animal kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to celebrate this moment with a blog entry, because these moments are few and far between! Special thanks to GOOGLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-5966500638453140557?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/5966500638453140557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=5966500638453140557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/5966500638453140557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/5966500638453140557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-antler-sheds-i-am-mythbuster.html' title='Holy Antler Sheds!  I am a Mythbuster!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SBPNH_Rc_bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wmsjUl3EQG8/s72-c/bedell-wtsheds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6041672544632964072</id><published>2008-04-19T19:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:23:37.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do These Things Have in Common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAp95I4LPEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XHQbbmKubGw/s1600-h/pictionary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAp95I4LPEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XHQbbmKubGw/s200/pictionary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191099941087034434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuck: Deadliest Catch&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Survivor&lt;br /&gt;Chuck:Blizzard&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Seven Deadly Sins&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Marathon&lt;br /&gt;Chuck:Burt Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;Karla: Black Mamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are to topics ,Chuck and I came up with as we challenged each other to an impromptu game of Pictionary on our white paper place mats at the local BBQ joint! Chuck is always thinking of cute ideas to keep thing fun and exciting. It was a fun dinner date! I wish I would have kept the "mats" I could have scanned them if for everyone to see. SHOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6041672544632964072?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6041672544632964072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6041672544632964072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6041672544632964072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6041672544632964072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-these-things-have-in-common.html' title='What Do These Things Have in Common?'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAp95I4LPEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XHQbbmKubGw/s72-c/pictionary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-4424407549348795135</id><published>2008-04-15T21:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:23:58.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendra, You Were Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAVXFlZRC5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uT04554CIQg/s1600-h/TBL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAVXFlZRC5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uT04554CIQg/s200/TBL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189649899063413650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Saturday, I was talking to my sister about one of our favorite shows &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt; and we discussed a &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;amp;postID=9138760939764059923&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; she placed on this blog...that "I bet it comes down to a pound!" Well, Kendra you were right! Bernie, one of my favorite contestants and one cutie pa-toot-ee, WON the $100,000 prize competition for those who got sent home! He even beat Mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me pause for a commercial break promoting my DVR! It allows me to fast forward through commercials and use it to manage my tv watching in such a way that I can watch two shows during the same time period. This is at this very moment allowing to maximize my multi-tasking! At least that is what I am tellin' myself. YEAH TECHNOLOGY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to TBL! Did you hear Ali was a former swimming champ!? Big deal if you come from Casa de Ontiveros! Finally, we have a female winner! Way to Go ! ALI! So what have you done today to feel proud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-4424407549348795135?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/4424407549348795135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=4424407549348795135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4424407549348795135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4424407549348795135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/04/kendra-you-were-right.html' title='Kendra, You Were Right!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAVXFlZRC5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uT04554CIQg/s72-c/TBL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-262731489608194746</id><published>2008-04-13T15:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:02:58.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech: We Remember, I Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAJl_FZRC4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VoUtpwE-XcI/s1600-h/tech.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAJl_FZRC4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VoUtpwE-XcI/s200/tech.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188821855138548610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a citizen of a southwest Virginia community that borders Virginia Tech,  this week will hold many memories of the events of April 16 and the memories of the lives lost on that day .  All though I did not attend Virginia Tech, I know many individuals who are alumni, who currently attend Tech, or who work at the university. So on that horrible day, it was not hard to find someone who was in direct contact with a loved one currently on campus. Conversation that included, " Yes, I heard from my kids, they are OK." or " My husband is locked down in a building near Norris Hall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the victims of the the tragedy was &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/metro/vatechshootings/victims/Henry_Lee.html"&gt;Henry Lee&lt;/a&gt;. He attended a local school system, my former employer. I never had the privilege to teach Henry Lee, but from what I know of him, he held many of the characteristics of other immigrant children I did have the privilege of teaching. He respected his teachers and classmates. His family honored teachers and placed education as a high priority. Henry worked hard to do well in school and accepted new challenges. He like other students are grateful for the opportunity to learn because they know that education will open the doors for having a great future. It is such a shame that  Henry's life ended so tragically.  &lt;a href="http://www.roanoke.com/vtvictims/wb/wb/xp-113479"&gt;Henry Lee&lt;/a&gt;, I will remember the example you set. Your were a person who valued your friends and family, knew how to have fun, and yet also found a way to pursue excellence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-262731489608194746?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/262731489608194746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=262731489608194746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/262731489608194746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/262731489608194746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/04/virginia-tech-we-remember-i-remember.html' title='Virginia Tech: We Remember, I Remember'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/SAJl_FZRC4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VoUtpwE-XcI/s72-c/tech.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6859620589398732742</id><published>2008-04-12T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:16:26.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertible Revelations</title><content type='html'>If you are a frequent reader you know that during spring break Chuck &amp;amp; I purchased a VW Cabrio Convertible.  And for the next week it seemed like everyday was cold and rainy.  Now this was not the case, there were a few days that I was able to put the top down.  We knew when we purchased the car we were going to have to get one of the seams on the top repaired. So on Wednesday evening we took it to the shop, and wouldn't you know it ...the weather was beautiful on Thursday and even more so on Friday! Friday, I had off from work and had many errands to run and would have loved to run all over town with the top down! Finally the shop called and my dear neighbor drove me to the shop to pick up my car. I was able to do some "running" around with Chuck during the early evening hours.  While driving I have had some "convertible revelations" rolling around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am wondering to my self if I am in fact having a mid-life crisis;and if I am... isn't it a little pre-mature? At this rate I will only live to 70!&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving is  fun again... even at rush hour...and even behind ignorant drivers!&lt;br /&gt;3. I love listening to my customized play lists on my  iPod while driving.&lt;br /&gt;4. Due to the cold and dreary winter weather, i do believe I was Vitamin D deficient. So my top- down- dose- of-sun has helped bring a spirit of well being!&lt;br /&gt;5. It is important to have a beverage while driving your convertible because you have a greater propensity to dehydration.  Sonic's Strawberry Limeade is a personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not as vain...so what if my hair is not perfect, I have a CONVERTIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;7. It elevates u 2 a new level as a chauffeur for  your daughter and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I am enjoying myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6859620589398732742?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6859620589398732742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6859620589398732742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6859620589398732742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6859620589398732742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/04/convertible-revelations.html' title='Convertible Revelations'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-9138760939764059923</id><published>2008-03-29T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:20:20.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Surprises</title><content type='html'>The end of Spring Break is fast approaching...I can not believe it is almost over...so let me update you on the many happenings of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation started off  with me falling sick on Thursday, leaving school right at the bell, taking a nap, and then going to bed by 8:30. I was feeling much better by morning, which was a good thing because I had to go take my GRE Test. Fortunately, I got the score I needed for acceptance to Liberty University for their Ed.D program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even buy a new Easter dress this year because I have learned that I would rather be warm, than in my spring floral sun dress freezing my tushy off! So I wore my black suit and a bright pink sweater that in my mind was springy! I am glad I did because our church is on a mountain top, and the wind is always fierce up there...and it was freezing!Inside was nice and warm and we had a fabulous Easter Celebration. &lt;a href="http://www.parkwayroanoke.com/"&gt;Parkway's&lt;/a&gt; service included an illustrated sermon by Pastor Ott. The service titled &lt;a href="http://parkerbunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/nickelodeon-man.html"&gt;The Nickelodeon Man&lt;/a&gt; included a great message, inspiring music, and delightful dancers. Chuck was involved with practice  &amp;amp; each performance behind the scenes operating the video techno elements. That afternoon we went to Chuck's mom's house for lunch and time to visit with all the many relatives from his side of the family. It was quite humorous watching the 50 + crowd tinker with their RAZOR cell phones. I wish I would have had a video camera so that I could have posted their "tutorial" on YouTube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second year in a row, I had plans to go NO WHERE! and at the beginning of the week with temps in the 30s I was none to happy about my circumstances. NEXT YEAR ...Puerto Rico here I come! So I decided early on that I was going to have a mini vacation each day, doing activities that I normally do not do. So each day this past week I have gone to &lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/"&gt;The Panera Bread Company &lt;/a&gt;for breakfast, gotten some rays via Ocean Tan, and worked out at the Y on ONLY the circuit weight machines with ABSOLUTELY NO CARDIO  all week! I hate cardio. No one should be forced to do anything they do not like to do while on Spring Break! Now upon return to my home, I spent most of my day reading. Each day I would catch up on all the blogs I subcribe to on my RSS reader, and I even bought and read a real book with real pages.  And honestly, I thought that I would take more naps but I did not really need to because I was able to wake up at a reasonable time!  Now this was my regular schedule Monday through Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that my friends out their in the world with little ones are wondering how in the world did Karla get away to do this everyday? Well it is one of the perks of having a teenage daughter who likes to sleep till noon  on her Spring Break and go spend the night with her many girl friends. So most of the time I was home about the time little sunshine was beginning to rustle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend the entire day with my husband because he was off from work. So I convinced him to join me in my Panera ritual, and he agreed to do so after we did some other quick errands.  We were also going to go test drive a convertible. After the test drive, discussing the possibility of purchase, and a trip to the bank, I drove it off the lot! I know! I can't believe it either! This is a milestone in my life because I have never driven anything of a lot before in my life. Chuck and I have always been very blessed to have vehicles come our way in very unexpected ways. So the Lord has once again given me the "desires of my heart". I have wanted a convertible for about five years. It finally has happened. It is perfect for me... It is not brand new or anything is is actually 10 years old, but it only has 60,000 miles on it! We got a great deal on it! I have to say that is is better than any ole' trip I could have taken. It was even warm yesterday so we were able to drive around all over with the top down. Can you tell I am excited!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-6kI0hbzSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3pjrxUnAGt8/s1600-h/Spring+Break+Mash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-6kI0hbzSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3pjrxUnAGt8/s400/Spring+Break+Mash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183260692594806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is setting in and I am beginning to fashion all kinds of "to do" lists in my mind. This year Spring Break has fallen very early for us in the education world. And now our mind shifts to thinking about how long it is going to take to get to almost the middle of June! But I have the rest of the day and a fabulous last day of rest to look forward to as I wrap up Spring Break 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-9138760939764059923?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/9138760939764059923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=9138760939764059923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/9138760939764059923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/9138760939764059923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-surprises.html' title='Spring Break Surprises'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-6kI0hbzSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3pjrxUnAGt8/s72-c/Spring+Break+Mash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-7897869533306159776</id><published>2008-03-25T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:26:43.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-nB_EhbzRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yopl2F5XJqo/s1600-h/TBL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-nB_EhbzRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yopl2F5XJqo/s200/TBL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181886135556361490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have not blogged in a very long while! I have been too busy organizing my Google Reader and reading everyone else's blog! But again, I find something absolutely blog worthy...well at least in my mind. Just like my last post it has to do once again with a TV show! This time the TV reality  show Biggest Loser! Yes, I admit it I have a problem. I love to watch TV... I am actually addicted! The first step to beating an addiction is to first admit you have a problem. That is what I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight on Biggest Loser justice was finally served as the two final women demonstrated they too could triumph and send two well deserving pompous, cocky, overconfident blue team members below the yellow line! Congrats to Ali &amp;amp; Kelly. You kick butt! I promise to post some entries of substance in the very near future! But hey it is Spring Break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-7897869533306159776?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/7897869533306159776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=7897869533306159776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7897869533306159776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7897869533306159776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R-nB_EhbzRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yopl2F5XJqo/s72-c/TBL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-1561752053553705505</id><published>2008-03-04T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:02:22.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R836_UQbPgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ZSZGSPyE54/s1600-h/lost-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R836_UQbPgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ZSZGSPyE54/s200/lost-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174067512594873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must make a few comments on my favorite show, LOST. The new season is better than GREAT! It is fierce! Now I have been a faithful fan since the first episode. Chuck...not so much! But this season, he sat down and watched one of the recap shows and got up to speed. So now I have a LOST buddy right in my very own home! Last week came the best quote ever from Chuck. He shouted out," We are 40 minutes into this show and have not gotten one question answered!" HAHAHAHAHAHA! Welcome to LOST, baby! Can't even tell you how many times I have yelled out in the past two years in  frustration, "I know I am getting answers, people, problem is I do not know the questions yet!" I feel your pain, Chuck, I really do !-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to comment on this week's episode. I wrote down in my notes...Yes! I take notes while I watch LOST! STEP OFF! "First, flash backs, then flash forwards... NOW...time travel!"  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved this last episode. We all love  "a love story"and if Desmond &amp;amp; Penny's love can survive eight years apart with no contact, a mysterious island, and time travel there is hope for "long lasting love"for us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-1561752053553705505?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/1561752053553705505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=1561752053553705505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/1561752053553705505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/1561752053553705505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R836_UQbPgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ZSZGSPyE54/s72-c/lost-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6077404506833135765</id><published>2008-03-04T19:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:15:04.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will SHOUT into the Blogosphere!</title><content type='html'>Okay- I have been totally bogged down lately with the INs and OUTs of life that I have been neglecting my blogging duties both personally and professionally. Time to get caught up! My first post tonight is in honor once again for the great God I serve. As some of you know, my sister Kendra has been battling colon cancer since early in November. Today, Kendra posted an awesome entry on her blog, just days after surgery, that is SO uplifting, that I must send you off into the blogosphere so that you too can receive a blessing from her words! Take time to read &lt;a href="http://kendraportnova.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-mass-to-peanut.html"&gt;"From a Mass to a Peanut!"&lt;/a&gt;. Love you to bits, Kendra! You have been a great example to all of us on how to place all our faith, hope &amp;amp; love in Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for watching over my sister and giving her great doctors. Thank you for placing in her life a strong, loving, supportive, Christian husband who encouraged and held her hand through every step! I will shout into the blogosphere, that I serve a great God, a loving God, and Healer! We give all the glory honor and praise to you, God, for what you have done, and what you continue to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6077404506833135765?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6077404506833135765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6077404506833135765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6077404506833135765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6077404506833135765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-shout-into-blogoshere.html' title='I will SHOUT into the Blogosphere!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6541546418177418055</id><published>2008-02-20T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:11:32.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fierce, fabulous, &amp;amp; flawless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6541546418177418055?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6541546418177418055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6541546418177418055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6541546418177418055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6541546418177418055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/02/project-runway-favorite-quote.html' title='Project Runway Favorite Quote'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-8573147458536479767</id><published>2008-02-18T19:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:37:18.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Serve an Amazing God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R7pAnUSIPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_T5ezj1Jby8/s1600-h/overflow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R7pAnUSIPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_T5ezj1Jby8/s200/overflow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168514566564888210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to SHOUT it from the rooftops that, "I serve an amazing God". A God that is so patient and who never gives up or leaves. Okay...&lt;a href="http://www.parkwayroanoke.com/parkway/pastors.aspx"&gt;Pastor Moe&lt;/a&gt;... this post is for you! God has really placed on your heart some very timely messages in the past few months. I know that I am not a lone &lt;a href="http://www.parkwayroanoke.com/"&gt;Parkway&lt;/a&gt; attender who could say "these golden morsels  of truth have fallen on good soil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why today? Such a proclamation. I mean this statement was obviously true yesterday and has been for all time. He just did not start working today.  But that is what is so great, He is working all of the time. But today He allowed me to "see" a portion of the bigger picture and work as His instrument. Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the stage:&lt;br /&gt;God has been calling me to action and into his service in a particular area, but He kept reminding me of this one specific area that was needing some SERIOUS attention before all that God has for me could really manifest. And honestly I have made it much more difficult than it had to be! And in yet another sermon on the mountain... God was trying to get the point across to yours truly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 25, 2007 Pastor Moe was discussing living a life of surrender. He went on to talk about the life of Mary. "Mary lived a life of surrender. Think about what would have happened if Mary had not surrendered to God's perfect plan? Now...Think of all the people who can benefit if you live a life of surrender! When you live a life of surrender you are living for the bigger purpose. It will allow you to know God in a deeper way because  as we live a life free of our issue we are now able to see a clearer vision of our part in God's plan for our life.Remember not my will be done, but yours God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this statement really stuck with me... I wrote it down... I typed it out and put it on a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/ig/directory?hl=en&amp;amp;url=www.google.com/ig/modules/sticky.xml"&gt;sticky note widget on my iGoogle page&lt;/a&gt; and trust me the Holy Spirit had this rattling around inside of me for months now.  So I took some actions in several areas of my life and thought good... I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am going in the right direction, that's good enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;  (Hmmm...little  negotiating  with God...maybe...you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then enters &lt;a href="http://campus.swu.edu/academics/faculty_staff.php?id=46"&gt;David Tolan &lt;/a&gt;who joined us for our Missions Festival @ Parkway at the end of January. What is suppose to be a little "pep talk" for the participants of Random Acts of Kindness, KAPOW!, Hits me big time, and believe me it left a mark! Basically...God calling me to   action in the area of my vocation!  "God is waiting for people to cross barriers and possess/reclaim land in the name of Jesus!"... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay God... I am listening... I am willing....I know... I have something I need to deal with! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 3rd, Pastor Moe is back up to bat, Consecration vs. Desecration. The message came from &lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Joshua+3"&gt;Joshua 3.&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v06003005-1"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Joshua said to the people, “Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the &lt;span class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; will do wonders among you.” We can not move on to the next thing God has for us until we deal with what could potentially hold us back or slow us down. I wrote in my notes from that message " we have to do it so that we know it was God not us". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, God I know what I have to do! &lt;/span&gt;... the Holy spirit reminded me of an instruction given to me over a year ago, a directive that I had only partially obeyed. I am happy to report that I completely complied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admit, my flesh was sufferin' something fierce...and experienced a feeling of LOSS, but I kept saying, "I trust you God,  it was the right thing to do. I may never know the outcome, but I know you will take it from here"and I prayed for two specific requests  related to this situation... Today, I got a unbelievable good report. It is true "he has done great wonders" The events of today were no doubt 100% God'... My cup overflows with joy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-8573147458536479767?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/8573147458536479767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=8573147458536479767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/8573147458536479767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/8573147458536479767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-serve-amazing-god.html' title='I Serve an Amazing God!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R7pAnUSIPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_T5ezj1Jby8/s72-c/overflow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-7425200146805468198</id><published>2008-02-01T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:13:13.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather Event!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we had a beautiful snowfall and I took a picture of the back yard and thought, "Oh, I need to blog about our first real snow". But, I got busy enjoying my snow day and let the moment pass.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6Mu8TTh-bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BddwjjdiO3Y/s1600-h/Beautiful+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6Mu8TTh-bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BddwjjdiO3Y/s320/Beautiful+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021211405941170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... there will be no delay reporting this one! We have had a winter weather event that is absolutely blog-worthy! The first ice storm of the season has arrived. I was of course laying in bet at 6 AM hoping for a snow day. I got up to check the delays and cancellations. I only had a two hour delay, so I decided to go back to bed and snuggle :-) Well about 8:10 as I continue to struggle to get out of bed...Chuck and I hear this horrific sound. We both bolt out of bed. We go down to the main level to look out of our picture window. In front of our eyes is a huge section of tree down across the front yard and drive way! The first thing out of my mouth was "Thank you, Lord!" Now before you jump to conclusions, it was not because I was not going to be able to go to school! On the contrary, I really was thanking Him for protecting our house, both of our cars, the light post, and even the trash can!  Chuck and I have decided to stop procrastinating and get that tree in the front yard taken down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M0zzTh-mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UnhmHdj3NME/s1600-h/Branch+front+yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M0zzTh-mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UnhmHdj3NME/s320/Branch+front+yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027662446819938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00DTh-nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y7F4XNaAtjg/s1600-h/Branch+Break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00DTh-nI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y7F4XNaAtjg/s320/Branch+Break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027666741787250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00jTh-pI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wI_Y2hrP9Ok/s1600-h/Branch+driveway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00jTh-pI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wI_Y2hrP9Ok/s320/Branch+driveway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027675331721874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00TTh-oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/U_e1_3J7uPM/s1600-h/branch+blocked+driveway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00TTh-oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/U_e1_3J7uPM/s320/branch+blocked+driveway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027671036754562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00jTh-qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1rHPV_-wr-w/s1600-h/Branch+street+ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6M00jTh-qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1rHPV_-wr-w/s320/Branch+street+ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162027675331721890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-7425200146805468198?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/7425200146805468198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=7425200146805468198&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7425200146805468198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7425200146805468198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-weather-event.html' title='Winter Weather Event!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R6Mu8TTh-bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BddwjjdiO3Y/s72-c/Beautiful+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6290475346481104521</id><published>2008-01-06T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:00:33.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R4IwUVBLsNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ALvUWp8E3v0/s1600-h/Happy+New+Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R4IwUVBLsNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ALvUWp8E3v0/s400/Happy+New+Year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152734049462890706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since I posted. Blogging seems to take a backseat to the craziness of the holidays. The month of December was full of wonderful events! Here is a quick recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Emily decided she did in fact want to be part of the HS swim team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I as a result quickly set to coordinating a  sport physical at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been reinstated as the primary&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; swim team chauffeur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No excuse for not working out at the gym...if i am going to be there anyway for Emily's practice. (So, I am back on the wagon) Good thing with all the "celebrating" I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attended Colonial Christmas Bunko, Cloverdale Christmas Bunko, Colonial Christmas Staff Retreat, Cloverdale's Christmas Dinner, Lubeth's World Famous Christmas Party, Living Water Christmas Party, Christmas Eve @ Erlin's, Christmas Day @ Casa de Ontiveros, (Mom the food was spectacular, and nothing short of marvelous), Christmas visit with Chuck's Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chuck, Emily, &amp;amp; I participated in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd Annual Open All of the Gifts on Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eve, so we can Sleep in on Christmas Day Celebration.&lt;/span&gt;   This tradition was started last year at the request of the anti-morning folk that live with me. It is actually good for the only pro-morning person in our clan(me) because I get to enjoy the quiet of Christmas Morning, spend a time  in quiet reflection with my Lord on such a fabulous day, and do not have to go into "Crazed Drill Sergeant" mode. It makes for a great start to a great day for all involved...very stress free! I am all for stress-free on Christmas Day! My advice...as your children get older...don't be afraid to tweak those traditions!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Six month visit to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Attended &lt;a href="http://www.teachercentral.org/"&gt;Quality Teaching &amp;amp; Learning&lt;/a&gt; instructor's meeting in Raleigh, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chuck met me in Raleigh, so we could celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Started an instructional technology blog called "&lt;a href="http://kkarr72.edublogs.org/"&gt;What the Tech&lt;/a&gt;" for teachers. Well, and for anyone else who might be interested...let me give a quick shout out to all my home schooling peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... things should get back to normal...HA...that makes me laugh....I think that I should actually rephrase that to...tomorrow things will be back on regular schedule! So hopefully more posts... on a more regular basis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6290475346481104521?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6290475346481104521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6290475346481104521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6290475346481104521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6290475346481104521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R4IwUVBLsNI/AAAAAAAAADs/ALvUWp8E3v0/s72-c/Happy+New+Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-3621080667310058388</id><published>2007-12-03T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:19:12.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Web 2.0 Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/47549be560c8eb63" quality="high" id="W47549be560c8eb63" height="250" width="432"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/47549be560c8eb63" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="" name="scaleMode"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;param value="" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; I wanted to keep my animoto...but was getting irritated that the music started automatically. Now the reader must start the video.:-) i know you will be pleased! I am! It is a remix by the way...so it has a new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-3621080667310058388?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/3621080667310058388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=3621080667310058388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3621080667310058388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3621080667310058388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/12/web-20-fun.html' title='Web 2.0 Fun'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-1479285234937931226</id><published>2007-12-03T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:25:45.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving lil' Miss kk</title><content type='html'>Since right before Thanksgiving we  have been giving driving lessons. Emily received here learner's permit on November 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Chuck was the first to take her out. He first took her on two long Sunday drives of more than an hour.  Then throughout the week he would let her drive when  he went out running errands. I made the suggestion that he take Emily out Thanksgiving morning before going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grand Mama's&lt;/span&gt; house.   I thought it would be the perfect opportunity  because most everyone has gotten to where they are going, home watching the game, or slaving in a hot kitchen. Of course I was doing none of the above... I was working on school work! Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck took her all around the city. She experienced merging on and off of every exit on the major road running through our grand city. Chuck also took her on a major interstate, and across town. Chuck even said,"Hey Karla, that was a good idea for me to take Emily out today. It was perfect" Well, that's me...full of good ideas! I will have to remind him of that the next time he wants to question "the plan" for the day.&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chuck and Emily, finally arrived home just before three to pick me up for Thanksgiving Dinner.  I sat in the back seat of my car, I think for the first time ever, and let Emily drive little ole' me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grand Mama's&lt;/span&gt; house! She did very well, and we got there in one piece. I have to say that she has a healthy fear of driving, but at the same time is confident in her abilities.  I know that when I first started driving I was not at all confident. Just another example of how proud I am of Emily and her ability to tackle new situations with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thanksgiving, Emily has accrued many hours driving as we venture out to run errands, attend church, and live our lives. Yesterday Emily and I had our first scary/ hilarious moment. We had made it all the way to church with very little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;. Emily was having some trouble parking, so I told her to try it again. Well, she backed out and decided to try a spot on the opposite side of the lane.  She pulled in fine, but instead of hitting the break she hit the gas! We both let out a scream as she ran over the curb up into the mulch covered bank.  Once we knew WE were okay, I started laughing...like I have not laughed in awhile. My stomach was hurting and I almost wet my pants.  She backed the car back down the hill. I got out to check the damage. There was none, but I started laughing all over again, as I saw how much mulch was displaced, the mulch in the grill, and the mulch under the car! HILARIOUS!  Hey who says mulch is only good for our  school playgrounds, it works wonders in church parking lots with inexperienced drivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1SYnSRWTlI/AAAAAAAAADc/ww3QQCBJ2C8/s1600-R/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1SYnSRWTlI/AAAAAAAAADc/5J06GET4-6I/s400/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139900875423501906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-1479285234937931226?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/1479285234937931226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=1479285234937931226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/1479285234937931226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/1479285234937931226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/12/driving-lil-miss-kk.html' title='Driving lil&apos; Miss kk'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1SYnSRWTlI/AAAAAAAAADc/5J06GET4-6I/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-599144459365696469</id><published>2007-11-03T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:20:43.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams &amp; A Haircut</title><content type='html'>You may just wonder what chasing dreams and a haircut has in common. They make sense in my crazy world. A true haircut...not a trim... can uplift you, make you feel lighter than air, give you confidence and courage. It makes you say to yourself, "If I can change my hair and have a good result, what else is possible."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Ry0dPUeYU0I/AAAAAAAAACo/RvnTrtXLJpg/s1600-h/comparison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Ry0dPUeYU0I/AAAAAAAAACo/RvnTrtXLJpg/s200/comparison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128787699676238658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hopes and dreams come in different sizes and shapes. Some are realistic, achievable, require hard work, and stretch you in ways one can never fully comprehend at the start, yet dreams are not out of reach.  Some are fleeting. Many are down right selfish! Others are distracting and keep us in a fantasy world rather than reality.  I have to admit at times I get wrapped up in dreaming instead of doing! Dreams can be in conflict. If you dream for one, then you know you will never have your other dreams. For example. I dream about having  the luxury of tasting every great dessert on the planet, well if I really want to accomplish that dream then I am more than likely going to have to give up the dream of having a &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="smoking,smocking,smirking,smacking,skin"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt;' body!  Dreams will prompt you to ask "What will be?, What does the future hold?, What dreams are worth working towards and making part of your reality? Dreams are personal. The best  dreams have God's anointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Ry0dfkeYU1I/AAAAAAAAACw/6QsCy1C1Eok/s1600-h/comparison+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Ry0dfkeYU1I/AAAAAAAAACw/6QsCy1C1Eok/s200/comparison+front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128787978849112914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was finally time to stop chasing one dream and turn it in for another! Amputation was going to be  a requirement! My long hair had in my mind become the symbol for that crazy dream that seemed to chase me from night and throughout the day. It was not healthy, but I kept it refusing to let that dream die! I kept reviving it... but you know what, it was not longer looking good, it was holding me back, weighing me down. It was not a good fit any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was ready to give it up! It is weird. I made a hair appointment more than a week ago. I thought I might just cut my bangs, was not even thinking I was ready to give up my long hair. But over the past few days, my vision has changed and I was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am picking up a new dream... a dream that requires me to have a smart, edgy, wash &amp;amp; wear haircut.  My stylist, Maggie said, "You look like a new person. This haircut matches your personality...a little bit fiesty! In the future,  you all may want to quote me "All good dreams start with a good haircut!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-599144459365696469?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/599144459365696469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=599144459365696469&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/599144459365696469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/599144459365696469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/11/chasing-dreams-haircut.html' title='Chasing Dreams &amp; A Haircut'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Ry0dPUeYU0I/AAAAAAAAACo/RvnTrtXLJpg/s72-c/comparison.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-329289055411549288</id><published>2007-10-07T00:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:02:34.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JPY Survivor : Out Teach...Out Wit...Out Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhkM2NpZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/rcuS-rt-9Kw/s1600-h/JPY_Survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhkM2NpZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/rcuS-rt-9Kw/s400/JPY_Survivor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118451148380530322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://adamheatherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-fall.html"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a fellow blogger &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JPY&lt;/span&gt; Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Here we go...Late Night's Top Ten meets SURVIVOR. Back in '93 we had no clue there would be a reality series where contestants would try to OUT PLAY...OUT WIT...&amp;amp; OUT LAST.  It is somewhat ironic...these three phrases describe my first regular classroom of 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade middle school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;students.&lt;/span&gt;  I am entering my 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of teaching. I spent 10 years as a regular classroom teacher. I am now an instructional technology resource teacher serving two K-5 elementary schools.  I am happy to report that they have not voted me off the island. Below is my updated TOP TEN LIST.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Top 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JPY&lt;/span&gt; Quotes of the Year… Then &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Top 10 Quotes from My “Teacher” Life… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of these days I’m gonna trip over this thing and kill myself!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of these days… I’m gonna have enough money to take a nice trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: I love George!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Chuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: We have miles to go before we sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: What is due today?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your name is on the board, your work is past due!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: I am an emotional slob!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an emotional eater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: Be professional.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Got it Going On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: The teacher as decision maker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t ask for permission, ask for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: I have another revised timeline.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have another aligned pacing guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s on your neck?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily, What’s on your neck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Then: Is that clock right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faculty Meeting…Is that clock right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adamheatherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-fall.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-329289055411549288?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/329289055411549288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=329289055411549288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/329289055411549288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/329289055411549288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/10/jpy-survivor-out-teachout-witout-last.html' title='JPY Survivor : Out Teach...Out Wit...Out Last'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhkM2NpZpI/AAAAAAAAACg/rcuS-rt-9Kw/s72-c/JPY_Survivor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-4506821023787843797</id><published>2007-10-06T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:37:01.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Wait a Minute… Chuck is MY Character!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhPS2NpZoI/AAAAAAAAACY/RsfzVxpxsDo/s1600-h/ck_kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhPS2NpZoI/AAAAAAAAACY/RsfzVxpxsDo/s320/ck_kk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118428161715562114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately, you may have noticed that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is using the name “chuck” as a character name in more that one production. There is the Chuck who is the leader of the Nerd Heard. There is some guy Chuck trying to break some curse, and THE CW has a new teen soap, &lt;i style=""&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt; , that has a Chuck that reminds me of the James Spader character in Pretty in Pink. None of the personality traits possessed by these fictional characters even come close to &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;MY CHUCK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Let me take you back …to a youth group bus heading back to our church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was dark and Chuck and I were talking.  Cupid pointed his arrow... “Pa-diddle”, Chuck whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;*Note:Pa-diddle is a game that requires a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; couple to kiss if they see an oncoming car with only one headlight&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We looked at each other, smiled, and shared our first kiss. Next thing, I know Chuck is scrunching down in the seat &amp;amp; tilting his head. He said, “You know they all look like Pa-diddles from this angle.” My stomach did a flip-flop, and I my heart smiled because I knew he wanted to kiss me again. What a line! Well, It is exactly 18 years later… Chuck is still delivering lines with great timing, making my heart smile, and filling my life with laughter. He is my ultimate partner in crime. Happy Anniversary, Chuck!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pictures: Senior Prom… Engagement Night… Our Wedding… Chuck Making my Heart Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-4506821023787843797?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/4506821023787843797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=4506821023787843797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4506821023787843797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/4506821023787843797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-wait-minute-chuck-is-my-character.html' title='Hey Wait a Minute… Chuck is MY Character!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwhPS2NpZoI/AAAAAAAAACY/RsfzVxpxsDo/s72-c/ck_kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-3552948612022251723</id><published>2007-10-06T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:38:32.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwgrDGNpZmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9DEm8s9UVyU/s1600-h/Homecoming_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwgrDGNpZmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9DEm8s9UVyU/s200/Homecoming_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118388308714022498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is off at her 2ndHomecoming Dance. Chuck &amp;amp; I are sitting at home alone watching TV. Emily looks great in her dress! I especially like the price tag...FREE! I know- Amazing! We spent $56 on shoes, a purse &amp;amp; jewelry. This a bargain compared to last year! Look at daddy's little girl. Notice the body language. She is very much like her daddy! I know she is off having a great time dancing the night away! Be good, Emily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-3552948612022251723?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/3552948612022251723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=3552948612022251723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3552948612022251723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/3552948612022251723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-2007.html' title='Homecoming 2007'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwgrDGNpZmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9DEm8s9UVyU/s72-c/Homecoming_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-2859472475325448266</id><published>2007-09-30T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:16:52.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EMILY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBFa2NpZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkYSCYlZ--0/s1600-h/Emily+Blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBFa2NpZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkYSCYlZ--0/s200/Emily+Blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116165504224552434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was about thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s time sixteen years ago that I knew for sure that I was pregnant with my dear s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weet Emily. This is a small glimpse into our life with Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free spirit...Independent...Spontaneous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclectic...Hilarious...Discerning...Love-Child...&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's Girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Articulate...Trend-Setter...Precious Daughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swimmer...Beautiful...Unique...Intelligent...Writer...&lt;br /&gt;Avid Reader...Confident...Introspective...Full of Potential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best unexpected gift from God I have ever received!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBISmNpZkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcGHWQYkQtQ/s1600-h/EmilyBLog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBISmNpZkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcGHWQYkQtQ/s200/EmilyBLog4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116168661025515074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBG32NpZhI/AAAAAAAAABg/7XStCqHPtAI/s1600-h/EmilyBlog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBG32NpZhI/AAAAAAAAABg/7XStCqHPtAI/s200/EmilyBlog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116167101952386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBH_WNpZjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mccM8ydXSuM/s1600-h/Emilyblog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBH_WNpZjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mccM8ydXSuM/s200/Emilyblog5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116168330313033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBIqWNpZlI/AAAAAAAAACA/C3lh62LNj4E/s1600-h/EmilyBlog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBIqWNpZlI/AAAAAAAAACA/C3lh62LNj4E/s200/EmilyBlog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116169069047408210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-2859472475325448266?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/2859472475325448266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=2859472475325448266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/2859472475325448266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/2859472475325448266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/09/emily.html' title='EMILY!!!!!'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/RwBFa2NpZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkYSCYlZ--0/s72-c/Emily+Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-6396700742852462722</id><published>2007-09-10T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:16:13.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NICKNAMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I rested my eyes this afternoon &amp; tried to forget the events of the day, my mind drifted off and somehow I began to think about the phenomenon of nicknames. I began to think of some of the nicknames I have had over the years. I realized there is a lot to talk about when it comes to nicknames. Let me start with some of mine over the years.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; nickname was given to me by my Mexican-American cousins in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. They called me “&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Casper&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;” because as a new born baby I had a very fair complexion and a no hair. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;There was “Speedy Gonzalez” given to me by my 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade gym teacher as I struggled to finish the 600yard walk/ run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He proceeded to yell it across the football field!!! Go Speedy! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Both of these are examples of character traits or behaviors that influenced a nickname. These are sometimes complimentary, funny, unwanted, or down right insulting! But as my dad would say “Hey it builds character”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Our youth pastor called me KO-one, my sister Kendra was KO-two (two-two-two) some how Kendra always got an echo with hers, and my sister Kelly was KO-three.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is with initials for a nickname? …this type of nickname seems to be the most consistent type throughout my life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;In college a friend of mine called me Little O… I was short, and my maiden name was long, hard to say, and started with an O. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now some of my colleagues call me lil’kk or kk… kind of a morphed married nickname.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do we include initials in a nickname when no other characteristics stand out? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Some nicknames become permanent names. Charles to Chucky to Chuck. People from our past who knew my husband as a child still refer to him as Chucky. My childhood friend Joe (his adult name)…will always be Joey to me…and I told him so…I will never call him Joe! Please! He does not even look like a Joe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Some nicknames people do not even know they have!! These are usually the names that refer to a prominent characteristic of an individual or the behavior exhibited during a series of events. I was wondering if this really even qualifies as a nickname. Maybe it is more like a code name, or let’s face it an insult… I think all apply. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The workplace seems to create such an atmosphere for these types of names to develop. I had one boss we called “Mama” cause when it came down to it …If mama needed to get after you; she would! But …she would take care of you and love on you, too! I also worked for a pair of bosses we called Eagle 1 &amp; Eagle 2 that soon changed to the Bob-cee twins, and finally to twiddle-dee &amp;amp; twiddle-dumb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Spouses also seem to uses nicknames or labels for people they encounter at church, the pool, or in the neighborhood. Now rest assured that theses are not close friend, but acquaintances. I am speaking of the spouse who can never remember anyone’s name and must rely or their partner for help. The partner is then required to remember two names for each person/ acquaintance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now these are usually very private and you would never want anyone to know “their name”, for example, “Oh do you mean redneck, loud mouth, Amazon, or Mr. ADHD?” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This brings me to my next question? Do you have a nickname? What is your nickname that others would give you behind you back? I can think of a few that might fit me lately! YIKES! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I could actually write more about this subject. Like my 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade class in an inner city school…almost every one of my students had a nickname…yet another circumstance where I was required to know two names for one individual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not even gotten into the names we give our lovers’ or the nicknames we give our lover’s parts. NOT EVEN GOING THERE!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I could also talk about my favorite nickname; the one we gave our daughter when she was little. We used to call her “peep”. It derived from our love of peeps candy &amp;amp; a reference to ghetto slang.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Overall, I have to admit I like having a nickname (The positive ones.) I think it is because I never really liked my name as a child. In some ways it makes you feel special and noticed. It highlights something unique about you personality or being. Sometimes it makes you face who you really are or creates the drive to change aspects of your behavior. Who knew nicknames were so powerful?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-6396700742852462722?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/6396700742852462722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=6396700742852462722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6396700742852462722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/6396700742852462722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/09/nicknames.html' title='NICKNAMES'/><author><name>K. Karr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17238102591811861321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/R1NJ8yRWTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/VVYiQ-0Jaf0/S220/avt_kkarr72_medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306780505141495529.post-7288097529772383066</id><published>2007-07-18T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:40:47.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the time has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Rp7L5bmMifI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UtSgzG7Gf8o/s1600-h/July2007+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088728816496183794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dZ5XqnPlak/Rp7L5bmMifI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UtSgzG7Gf8o/s200/July2007+BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! The time has finally arrived for me to become an official citizen of BLOG LAND! I have been visiting this land for quite awhile. I have visited various locations over the past few months in this grand land. Some nice places...some weird places... some so special and dear...Some never to return to again...And others- I have faithfully visited...looking for updates. Well, honestly, I STALK ...only reading ...never commenting! Too shy... Sorry this is just a life pattern of mine. It's a reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a painfully shy child. Very cautious. An over thinker. Very concerned about what other might think. So when ever I enter a new situation, I tend to revert. I sit back and listen, in this case read, and THINK! I then make quiet personal observations and reflections that I divulge to no one. I then take action once I have my bearings and planning in place... So finally I am ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people who know me in my everyday life who read this will probably be shocked by this revelation and think, "This blog is going to be a load of bull!" My "in person" persona does not quite match what I have described. Truth is I have just learned to go through these steps faster, at lightening speed in fact, but the process is still there. I am still that shy "little" one at heart...just call me Lil' kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So add me to your blogger links and visit often, comment often, and find out about the Life and Times of Lil'kk and the Fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1306780505141495529-7288097529772383066?l=lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/feeds/7288097529772383066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1306780505141495529&amp;postID=7288097529772383066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7288097529772383066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1306780505141495529/posts/default/7288097529772383066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandtimeskk.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-time-has-arrived.html' title='Finally the time has arrived!'/><author><name>K. 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