<?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-7745789543668244652</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:01:01.188-07:00</updated><category term='Paystrup&apos;s Poetry'/><title type='text'>Scribbles, Doodles, and Ideas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-6991189775567374395</id><published>2010-03-13T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:06:59.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paystrup&apos;s Poetry'/><title type='text'>and the beat goes on</title><content type='html'>I decided that this was as good a place as any to publish my poetry.  So, here it will go.  Here's a few from this school year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;The morning sun embraces all I see&lt;br /&gt;as light pours forth o'er mountain peak and lake.&lt;br /&gt;Once gray clouds part; night's darkness they forsake,&lt;br /&gt;as colors burst and leap into the day.&lt;br /&gt;The vibrant dance, in shades of orange and sea,&lt;br /&gt;reflects each peak of mountain, ev'ry break.&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of Creation revives me.&lt;br /&gt;My ev'ning's weary fog at last gives way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath, a pause of gratitude for Light,&lt;br /&gt;a little prayer of praise for all I view,&lt;br /&gt;now catches the cool hope of morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the battered angst of worldly ways,&lt;br /&gt;'tis this day's light that shatters dark of night.&lt;br /&gt;Creation's pallet comforting my gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;An Italian sonnet to the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Chorale Sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one by one the singers each arrive&lt;br /&gt;still chatting as they find their sections, four,&lt;br /&gt;a noisy rush, their leader's words imbibe:&lt;br /&gt;instructions swallowed as they gulp the score.&lt;br /&gt;The struggle true, the effort one of love,&lt;br /&gt;with skill and strength, determination thrives.&lt;br /&gt;Desire and study, plus help from Above,&lt;br /&gt;compose, create the anthem of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;The voices fill the air with liquid sound&lt;br /&gt;as polyphonic harmonies next blend.&lt;br /&gt;'Though feet stay planted, hearts soar off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;In unity of music, choir, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming one in music's soul-felt drum,&lt;br /&gt;Invoking Spirit as their voices thrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Life’s Chancy Encounters&lt;br /&gt;—a Sestina by Kelley Paystrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far above the Influence&lt;br /&gt;Of the world’s Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all to Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Brief encounters with Romance&lt;br /&gt;We join in the Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;Staking all on this Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion, longing, rolls Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;Serendip’tous Influence&lt;br /&gt;Tap out partners, Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;Depending on such Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Ever searching for Romance&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all to Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all to Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Roll the dice in this Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won’t find Romance&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond its Influence&lt;br /&gt;We shake our fist at Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Wallflowers in the Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushing toes, the Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;Stumbles on through Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Snickering at Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Tired of waiting, Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;Rests far above the Influence&lt;br /&gt;Of silly boys’ and girls’ Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and soft, a new Romance&lt;br /&gt;Joins two in the Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;Fate controls the Influence&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all to Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Two more dice thrown in Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;Is love much more than Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journeys are such Happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Sweetened or soured by Romance&lt;br /&gt;Blindly we all take Life’s chance&lt;br /&gt;Joining in the Divine dance&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all to Circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Far from heavn’ly Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily laughing, life’s chance lives by happenstance&lt;br /&gt;Challenging Fate’s influence to gain romance&lt;br /&gt;Stepping, divine dancing beyond circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-6991189775567374395?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6991189775567374395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=6991189775567374395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6991189775567374395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6991189775567374395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-5173174360330221448</id><published>2008-08-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:51:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School isn't finished yet . . . sigh</title><content type='html'>I want to get my classroom unpacked and get this going . . . all this twiddley thumbs stuff is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my page done with my syllabi and disclosures on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://my.uen.org/myuen/207275  if you want to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-5173174360330221448?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5173174360330221448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=5173174360330221448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5173174360330221448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5173174360330221448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-isnt-finished-yet-sigh.html' title='School isn&apos;t finished yet . . . sigh'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-5495227449221369431</id><published>2008-06-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:07:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to share this one . . . goes with my sense of punniness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Winners of an annual New York Magazine contest were asked to take a well-known expression in a foreign language, change a single letter, and provide a definition for the new expression. Here are the winners:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;RESPONDEZ S'IL VOUS PLAID&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you're Scottish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS?&lt;br /&gt;Can you drive a French motorcycle?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 0px; height: 0px;" alt="" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;IDIOS AMIGOS&lt;br /&gt;We're wild and crazy guys!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VENI, VIPI, VICI&lt;br /&gt;I came, I'm a very important person, I conquered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;COGITO EGGO SUM&lt;br /&gt;I think; therefore I am a waffle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;RIGOR MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;The cat is dead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;QUE SERA SERF&lt;br /&gt;Life is feudal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LE ROI EST MORT. JIVE LE ROI&lt;br /&gt;The king is dead. No kidding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;POSH MORTEM&lt;br /&gt;Death styles of the rich and famous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PRO BOZO PUBLICO&lt;br /&gt;Support your local clown (or politician, your call)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MON AGE A TROIS&lt;br /&gt;I am three years old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FELIX NAVIDAD&lt;br /&gt;Our cat has a boat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HASTE CUISINE&lt;br /&gt;Fast French food.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VENI, VISI, VICE&lt;br /&gt;I came, I saw, I partied.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;QUIP PRO QUO&lt;br /&gt;A fast retort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALOHA OY&lt;br /&gt;Love; greetings; farewell; from such a pain you should never know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MAZEL TON&lt;br /&gt;Tons of luck.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;VISA LA FRANCE&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave your chateau without it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;L'ETAT, C'EST MOO&lt;br /&gt;I'm bossy around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNE DIEM&lt;br /&gt;Seize the meat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table class="EWdQcf"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bEgJye"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-5495227449221369431?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5495227449221369431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=5495227449221369431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5495227449221369431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5495227449221369431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-to-share-this-one-goes-with-my.html' title='Had to share this one . . . goes with my sense of punniness'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-5331539700319924436</id><published>2008-06-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:36:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nails</title><content type='html'>wanted:  fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;use:  practice&lt;br /&gt;result:  loverliness&lt;br /&gt;contact:  Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted later:  hair, faces,  etc  (cut, perm, and color models)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course . . . she is just learning.  Meaning it takes a while to get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-5331539700319924436?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5331539700319924436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=5331539700319924436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5331539700319924436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/5331539700319924436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nails.html' title='nails'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-1014522727821627594</id><published>2008-06-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:23:49.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLE-IN-ONE... There were three gentlemen playing a friendly game of golf: Moses, Jesus, and an older man. They all step up to the green with a small pond on the one side by the hole. Moses says to Jesus, 'Would you like to go first?' Jesus declined and so Moses put his golf ball on the tee, swung his club with a 'swish' and the ball went flying towards the pond. but the waters of the pond parted and the ball rolled safely onto the other side of the green. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Job,' Jesus said as he patted Moses on the back. Jesus then turned to the older man and said, 'Would you like to go?' The older gentleman politely refused and Jesus placed his ball on the tee. He swung his club with a 'swish' and the ball went soaring towards the pond. As it touched the water it skipped across to the green on the other side. 'Good Job,' the older man said as he patted Jesus on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was the older man's turn. He gently leaned down and placed his ball on the tee. He swung his club with a swish and the ball went soaring over the pond and landed safely on the other side of the green. About this time a squirrel decided it was hungry, so it scampered over to the ball, picked it up, and ran off towards its tree. An eagle swooped out of the sky an flew off with the squirrel. A large thunderstorm rumbled in from the east and lightening struck the eagle, which dropped the squirrel. And as the squirrel landed on green the ball rolled out of its paws and into the hole, making it a hole-in-one. Jesus walked up to the older man and said, 'Good job, Dad.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-1014522727821627594?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1014522727821627594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=1014522727821627594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/1014522727821627594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/1014522727821627594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/hole-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-36227286375804873</id><published>2008-06-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:28:43.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little present people at the wedding were bored.  So they started stacking small rocks on a big rock just outside the reception door.  Husband saw them and asked them what they were doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are finding all the rocks that spiders pooed on and putting them here so people will be safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, holding back his laugh,  told them good job.    Small grandniece showed a rock to a small grand nephew in law---"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think a spider peed on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work," said small grand nephew in law very seriously.  He then put that one on the very top of the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband couldn't stand it any more and came inside to tell us what was going on so we could share his laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left,  the large rock had at least 30 small rocks stacked on top of it, even though the small present people were inside.  I wonder what they will think at church on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  Groom's name?  Nick or Nicolas.  But his real first name, which he has NEVER used?  Herbert.  Prominently displayed, framed, with their engagement photo, was one present saying,  "Congratulations HERB and Lynette!"   Understand that half of us never met the groom before today.  However,  don't assume the groom has a particular nickname.  Check first or giggle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Lynette did make a beautiful bride.  I was touched by seeing the quilt Bessie made for Marisa there.  I'm glad it will be Lynette's now.  Marisa made her presence known in more than one way today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-36227286375804873?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/36227286375804873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=36227286375804873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/36227286375804873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/36227286375804873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-present-people-at-wedding-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-6485555296417773014</id><published>2008-05-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:23:37.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagiarism</title><content type='html'>Two suspicious essays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One--did the internet search.  Original work.  But I'm sure it's his parents' original work.  It is far too sophisticated for this student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two--did the internet search.  Spark Notes.  Beautiful, talented, intelligent, LAZY girl.  She just earned a zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do with number one?  Grade his parents?  Tell them they get the good marks but their son doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-6485555296417773014?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6485555296417773014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=6485555296417773014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6485555296417773014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6485555296417773014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/plagiarism.html' title='Plagiarism'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-6187596609204002051</id><published>2008-05-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:50:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom sent this to me.  Had to share.</title><content type='html'>MALE OR FEMALE?                                                         &lt;br /&gt; Male or Female?    You might not have known this, but a lot of non-living objects are actually either male or female.  Here are some examples:                                &lt;br /&gt;   FREEZER BAGS: They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.                                 &lt;br /&gt;PHOTOCOPIERS: These are female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again.      They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong Buttons.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;TIRES: Tires are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated                                  HOT AIR BALLOONS: Also a male object, because to get them to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under their butt.                                                                &lt;br /&gt; SPONGES: These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water.                               &lt;br /&gt;WEB PAGES:      Female, because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;TRAINS: Definitely male, because they always use the same old lines for picking up people.                                                             &lt;br /&gt;EGG TIMERS: Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom.                                                           &lt;br /&gt; HAMMERS: Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;THE REMOTE CONTROL: Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-6187596609204002051?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6187596609204002051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=6187596609204002051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6187596609204002051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/6187596609204002051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-sent-this-to-me-had-to-share.html' title='Mom sent this to me.  Had to share.'/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-7936261335063900529</id><published>2008-05-24T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:56:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the other teachers gave for his writing prompt, what is genius and who do you consider a genius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over to me chuckling and handed me a paper, explaining his prompt between laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the paper was this list, in this order:&lt;br /&gt; Albert Einstein,&lt;br /&gt; Mrs. Paystrup,&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Fisher, (a very brainy student who is an expert on Tolkein)&lt;br /&gt; the guy who invented make up,&lt;br /&gt; the guy who invented flushing toilets, &lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still laughing.  I told Joseph too.  It was nice to have someone to share the laugh with.  How come I'm the only female on the list of geniuses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7745789543668244652-7936261335063900529?l=scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7936261335063900529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7745789543668244652&amp;postID=7936261335063900529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/7936261335063900529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7745789543668244652/posts/default/7936261335063900529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblesdoodlesandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-other-teachers-gave-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelley's penmarks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964587912246928342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745789543668244652.post-2277127841732847995</id><published>2008-05-21T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:57:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>I have my Live Journal account for my  HPflist interactions, so I wanted somewhere else for the non HP stuff.    So, here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want an introduction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair 'nuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm a mother of four adults, I've been married 29 years, and I'm an English teacher.  I'm also a woman of faith who looks for truth  and light wherever I can find it.  My curiosity is boundless--I love learning.  My hobbies are writing, reading, singing, and all kinds of creative art.  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