<?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-7017783746658194080</id><updated>2011-12-06T21:13:22.920-06:00</updated><category term='Hurricane'/><title type='text'>pfun pfort</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5561251234043657749</id><published>2011-12-06T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:13:22.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>I'm a member of several social media sites. They have helped me connect with several friends/classmates from the past. After reading their postings, I really have to vent....no RANT. They really irritate me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular person makes comments all of the time about Starbucks Coffee or her smart phone. And, she complains about not having any money, being broke, and not getting paid on time. I really want to comment "Quit spending money on your smart phone and fancy coffee!!" But, who am I?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, I just have to RANT! Not only has she mentioned the smart phone recently, she is now complaining about something that happened. I guess she was so broke a few weeks ago that she had to visit a food pantry for food. (I don't have a problem with this if she needed it--but, I think the PHONE should go!!!!) Any way, some of the food there was expired--since 2008. I have a HUGE deal with expired food since I have had food poisoning before so I understand her concern. But my rant is about her going to the food pantry when she has a smart phone!!! And, she buys Starbucks Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've spent $5.00 or more on an Espresso Milkshake before--but I'M NOT GETTING FREE FOOD FROM A FOOD PANTRY EITHER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I have this space to rant.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5561251234043657749?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5561251234043657749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5561251234043657749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5561251234043657749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5561251234043657749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/12/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7459618456752553218</id><published>2011-11-20T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:14:59.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Abuse</title><content type='html'>With all of the stories on the Sex Abuse at Penn State and Syracuse, it really makes you stop and think. Let's start with Penn State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I can't even imagine that there are people in this world who LITERALLY witness such a horrid act and DO NOTHING!!!! In my past, I have had a gut feeling over a situation involving an adult and a student. I saw something that I just had a bad feeling about--there was nothing that the police or my superiors or anyone would find credible. I did take the information to my boss--because I didn't know what else to do! Eventually, the police did get involved, but my part wasn't even a factor. I still felt bad! To actually WITNESS an indecent, ILLEGAL act and do nothing??? How could you live with your self??? I can't even imagine the consequence I think these men deserve. I feel so badly for the boys that were abused--I just hope they have been able to get the help they need and to move on with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Syracuse--I don't know. I need more facts. I need more information. But, I do have a CRAZY question...How do you allow yourself to be molested AS AN ADULT?? I understand how young children and even teens can be victims. But a 27-year-old man???? At that point, don't you STAY away from the person who is hurting you?? I know people will bring up the fact that grown women stay with their physically abusive husbands, but that is kind of different--THEY LIVE TOGETHER! I am not saying any of this to disallow the accuser's allegations. I am asking because I truly want to understand this. It wasn't until I was in college and took a class on women's studies that I understood how abused women stay. I need someone to explain this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7459618456752553218?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7459618456752553218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7459618456752553218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7459618456752553218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7459618456752553218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexual-abuse.html' title='Sexual Abuse'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8722192167836629520</id><published>2011-11-13T02:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:15:12.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>visitors</title><content type='html'>I just looked and saw the number of visitors was 1911. Those of you who know me personally will understand what that is an interesting number. I feel like most of those hits are the same few people--which is fine. I like that those people keep coming back. I wish I kept coming back...or at least a little more often. So much is going on right now that I find it hard to do anything other than breathe. I keep telling myself that it will get better. I want so much to believe that--in some aspects of my life it is getting better. In others, not so much. I know I can make it to the Thanksgiving break and that is what is important at the moment. Then, I'll start looking towards Christmas. Then, the New Year. Little steps. Baby steps. But, steps nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8722192167836629520?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8722192167836629520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8722192167836629520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8722192167836629520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8722192167836629520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/11/visitors.html' title='visitors'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2325611673497610365</id><published>2011-10-10T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:13:45.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BEARS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2325611673497610365?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2325611673497610365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2325611673497610365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2325611673497610365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2325611673497610365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow.html' title='WOW!!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-4696618509559674760</id><published>2011-09-11T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:15:02.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering....</title><content type='html'>In a few short hours, we will be remembering one of the most memorable days in my lifetime. I remember exactly where I was and most of what I was doing--some minute details escape me. I was teaching a group of 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graders when I called our history teacher. I have no idea why I called her, but her words were "World War III has started." I was quite confused, and she told me a plane had flown into the World Trade Center in New York City and to turn on the TV in my room. I turned on the TV, and my class and I watched the story unfold. Class ended and my next class came in. They had been watching it in the class period before. When one of the towers fell, one of my boys said "That's tight"--slang for awesome. I looked at him and said "Thousands of people just died instantly in front of our eyes, and you think that is tight?" I couldn't believe my ears!! How could someone find that moment to be anything but horrific. Later, I shared the comment with someone who put it in a different perspective--the kids had only witnessed scenes like that in the movies. He was probably looking at the picture on the TV thinking "WOW, What great special effects" instead of "OH MY!!! That's real life!" The younger generation only heard of such events from movies. My generation was born during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Viet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nam era and saw classmates head over to the Gulf War in the nineties. Experience really does mold our visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June/July of 2002, I visited New York and Boston. While in New York, I made it a point to visit Ground Zero. It was one of the strangest feelings I have ever had in my life. The atmosphere was surreal--for lack of a better word. When we walked up to the giant hole that had been cleared of rubble, my thoughts were of the people who literally disappeared into thin air. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;solemnness&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;/span&gt; overwhelming. There were a lot of people in the same area, yet is was as if I was alone. You could hear the silence in your ears as loud as a jet engine. I didn't shed a single tear--which is odd for me, since I cry watching ESPN. My emotions were paralyzed. I couldn't cry if I wanted. When I was flying home from Boston, my carry-on bag was wiped down with what looked like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stridex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pad. They were checking for explosive residue. It was difficult not to panic, but I managed to keep calm. I couldn't help but think of the people who boarded a plane in the very same airport I was standing in, who never made it to their destinations because some people I will never understand made a choice to overpower the planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2002, I was in Washington, DC, to celebrate a national award our school won. When the attack happened, we were in the final stages of writing our application--working almost around the clock. While in DC, we went to the Pentagon. Other than the security, there were no signs of the attack. The damage had been repaired--but the feeling was still there...the one I had in New York. We also went to the September 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; section at the Smithsonian Institute. Again, my feelings were paralyzed--until I saw the video. As I stood there by myself watching the movie on the little bitty TV, I cried. I had a sinking, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Watching the firemen in the lobby of the World Trade Center barking orders to the other men, entering the stairwells and elevators to fight the fires, listening and watching them "do their jobs"--knowing they never made it out of the building--broke my heart. They were doing their job, as if they would go home at the end of the day and be happy. At that moment, I knew what it meant to sacrifice yourself for others. I felt for them. I felt for their families and friends. And, I cried. Later, I was talking to another person in our party, and she relayed her "breakdown" moment--when she saw a teddy bear that was left in the field in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, I look at my class of 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graders and think "They weren't even in school when this happened. Do they comprehend the true meaning of what happened or is it how my generation looks at other "life-changing" events, such as President Kennedy's assassination? What does this anniversary mean to them?" I think about the families who lost loved ones that day. I know they will never forget, but have they moved on? Has it been more difficult for them to move on since it's one of those "in your face" anniversaries each year--not only are they remembering, but the WORLD is remembering. Or is it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; because they have the comfort of the world behind them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this anniversary, my wish is for this young generation and future generations to never have an event that they will always remember. However, if we don't teach the past, we are destined to repeat it. We will never forget that day--how could we? But, we can celebrate the lives of those who perished and not mention the ones who caused it. They wanted that recognition--let's not give in to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-4696618509559674760?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/4696618509559674760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=4696618509559674760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4696618509559674760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4696618509559674760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5332642744259989918</id><published>2011-09-05T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:37:18.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>To celebrate Labor Day, I went to the beach. It was very, very WINDY!!!! I can't believe the wind. It's quite sad. We have had no rain and this wind is causing great problems for some areas. The wildfires are devastating! I hope the devastion ends soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Labor Day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5332642744259989918?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5332642744259989918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5332642744259989918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5332642744259989918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5332642744259989918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2103293250527018409</id><published>2011-08-21T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:55:16.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement....</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the first day of my new adventure. I'm excited since I won't have to learn very many names--which I was always really good at. These last few weeks I have run into several students who I could have. There have been mixed comments....some have expressed their desire to have me and some want the other teacher. I asked one kiddo if he would cry or be happy if he had me again. He said "I'd cry. But, I'd be happy, too." So, I asked if the would be tears of joy. He replied "yes." I have him first thing in the morning! I'm gonna ask to see his tears. (He also said he was going to drive me crazy! We will see about that....) It was also nice to hear parents say they wanted their children in my class. It's always good to get that "pat on the back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for this school year...&lt;br /&gt;*stay organized&lt;br /&gt;*stay on top of the technology--including this blog.&lt;br /&gt;*stay postive&lt;br /&gt;*don't injure the other adults that are in close proximity to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2103293250527018409?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2103293250527018409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2103293250527018409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2103293250527018409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2103293250527018409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/08/excitement.html' title='Excitement....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1434734018471263522</id><published>2011-07-05T00:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:30:28.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Wow...it's been awhile. Looking at those pictures below makes me sad. For the last 16 years, I have been on this field study trip. That streak is over. To quote George and Weezie, "Well [I'm] moving on up, to the East side." I am super nervous about this move. I know I'm a good teacher (not bragging!!!), and I &lt;u&gt;CAN&lt;/u&gt; do the math, but the stress of the new tests and the ramifications of that scares the DAYLIGHTS out of me!!!! I have so much to learn!!! And, the tension that is brewing between co-workers is insane!!!! I really am dreading that first few weeks....if not the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm going to have a POSITIVE outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1434734018471263522?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1434734018471263522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1434734018471263522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1434734018471263522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1434734018471263522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/07/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2293211862176374690</id><published>2011-05-08T16:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:37:09.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature....</title><content type='html'>I spent two days this week out "in the wild". It just solidified the fact that I am a CITY GIRL! Give me the CONCRETE JUNGLE any day! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed seeing the sites...but seeing them this much in such a short time was a little too much. Especially the mosquitos! We take our students to a U.S. Wildlife Refuge near us. This is a place where animals and wildlife live in their natural habitat. They are not trained, and it is not a park. There is nothing tame about these animals. We were told of a couple who were there a few weeks ago and saw a rattle snake on the road. They ran it over, backed up and hit it again. They admitted this to an employee who questioned them. They were promptly fined $400!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures...and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WACOs5iMuEM/TccV9XpKA2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/PIziaiCXxpI/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604472405348713314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WACOs5iMuEM/TccV9XpKA2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/PIziaiCXxpI/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgdoPLd-v_E/TccQg0UqhqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ocLH7J3FVR0/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604466417273046690" border="0" alt="" 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type='html'>Some things have happened recently that I've been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--BYU suspended a player last week for breaking the honor code.  It seems the player was having a sexual relationship with his girlfriend.  Many people consider this a stupid reason for being suspended.  However, I find it AWESOME!!!  In the grand scheme of life, it isn't a "big" crime.  But, it shows that he is not above the rules.  He must follow the rules that everyone else has to follow.  He doesn't receive a "get out of jail free" card because he is an athlete.  This needs to be implemented at every level!!!  Can you imagine our world if ALL athletes were held to the same standards as the rest of us?  Just a few instances that would change....Kobe Bryant would have gone to jail, Ben Roethelisburger would be out of a job, and Dante Stallworth would have gone to prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My nephew was featured in an article about how he has changed a client's life....literally!!  It really made me proud to read about his accomplishments as a trainer.  But what was really shocking???  I can't believe he is an adult!  It seems like just yesterday he was a kid in school playing little league baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The "new generation."  Why is it that they feel they are above the rules?  That things don't apply to them?  That it's ok to be lazy??  UGH!!!!!  I really think we need to go back to how some things were in previous generations.  Now, I could never give up my phone...love it!...or the computer or any of the new fangled technology.  But, the everyday value systems really need to be revisited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Friendships.  It's amazing how much a friendship can change in such a short period of time.  It can grow stronger or fade in the same amount of time.  I really appreciate most of the friendships I have, but there are a few that I am sad are not as strong as I would like them to be. And, it's mostly my own fault.  But, I will get over it and if it is important to me, I will get it back.  I hope I do...it would be too sad to lose these friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Speaking of losing....In exactly 3 months, I'll be "losing" another decade.  WOW does that sound strange!  Most people find these milestones depressing.  Not me.  I'm thankful that I get to see the calendar change as I know some people who have their lives cut too short.  Enjoy those birthdays!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Work.  A Reduction In Force is being implemented at my job.  You would think this would make people think about what they are doing.  WRONG!  People are still self-centered and not focused on the big picture.  If it doesn't "fit" their idea, it doesn't get done.  But who is it hurting??  Our future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Twitter.  I finally broke down and joined.  Not up to posting a boatload of tweets, but I've had some "highs" from it.  Oh, that will be conversation for another day....with Charlie Sheen...Oy Vey!!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I need to head to bed....this headache is coming back.  Would someone please remove the 4,000 pound elephant wearing stilettos from my forehead?  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If there are any spelling errors, it's not my fault.  I'm tired, my head hurts, and spell check isnt' working!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7096755588560224437?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7096755588560224437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7096755588560224437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7096755588560224437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7096755588560224437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7722915658779882584</id><published>2011-02-22T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:24:58.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>If you write today's date with the day first and the month second, it is a mathematical expression with a final value of one. The / sign represents division.  So, 22/2/11 would be 22 divided by 2 (which is 11) divided by 11.  The answer is one!!!  WOW!!!  And I thought of that all by myself...Pretty neat, huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm kind of a math geek.  I prefer to say I am bored and my brain takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will now start counting down the days until Pi Day!  Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7722915658779882584?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7722915658779882584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7722915658779882584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7722915658779882584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7722915658779882584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/02/today_22.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6291357272359458607</id><published>2011-02-14T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:58:19.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>Happy Hearts and Flowers and Candy Day!!!  Even if you don't have a special someone in your life, you can celebrate this day. I received some gifts from some sweet students....what a great SURPRISE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6291357272359458607?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6291357272359458607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6291357272359458607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6291357272359458607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6291357272359458607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/02/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6644694082081284542</id><published>2011-02-13T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:38:47.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I've written.  Why?  I don't know.  Maybe I don't have anything to say.  Maybe I don't have time to type out stuff.  Maybe I don't want to share with strangers and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have written something.  Maybe things will change soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6644694082081284542?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6644694082081284542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6644694082081284542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6644694082081284542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6644694082081284542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3456628584989047649</id><published>2010-12-23T17:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:37:13.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas Eve is tomorrow, and Christmas Day is the next day.  I'm still not in the Christmas spirit.  I received a lot of nice things from co-workers/friends and students.  I think I gave some nice things to those same people.  But, I'm not in the Christmas spirit!!!  Does it come and go?  Or, once it's gone will it never return?  Hmmmmm...something to ponder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3456628584989047649?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3456628584989047649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3456628584989047649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3456628584989047649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3456628584989047649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas_23.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8801518582352479822</id><published>2010-12-05T21:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:46:21.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety and the NFL</title><content type='html'>I have to rant.  I have to voice my opinion.  Who will hear me?  Who will or will not agree?  Does it matter?  Maybe, maybe not, but I think it needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NFL has implemented several rules changes of late.  One of them being the helmet to helmet contact.  I totally understand their reasoning behind this.  However, I do NOT understand the inconsistency in the implementation.  Two times this evening in the Steelers-Ravens game this should have been called.  Even the announcers thought so!  First, Ben Roethlisberger was hit in the face causing what looked to me like a broken nose.  There was BLOOD!  No flag.  Then, another player was hit where you could HEAR the helmets collide, see his head forced back--very scary hit!--and no flag.  Really????  How many times has Harrison of the Steelers been fined for this?  And, his hits were not as bad as these two.  Earlier in the week, Hines Ward even commented on this.  How several players quarterbacks were hit in the knee, but until Tom Brady was injured, there were no rules changes.  Now, you basically can't hit the QB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this game safe.  More and more, you hear about players who are experiencing a lot of concussions.  Older players (retired) are suffering from memory loss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the game of football, but the dangers are getting more and more life-threatening.  Let's stop this nonsense now.  Before someone really gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote:&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Peyton Manning has thrown 11 interceptions in 3 games????  WOW!  It's kind of a fun bit of information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8801518582352479822?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8801518582352479822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8801518582352479822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8801518582352479822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8801518582352479822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/12/safety-and-nfl.html' title='Safety and the NFL'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5662654288058345066</id><published>2010-12-05T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:33:34.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas....</title><content type='html'>I am so not in the holiday spirit.  I am not in the mood to put up a tree or other decorations.  I don't want to shop.  I can't think of anything cute for my Christmas card (I decided a few years ago I was not spending lots of money on cards that were just thrown away.  So, I buy nice computer paper and come up with something cute on my own.).  The weather here isn't cold.  It snows once every 10 years or so.  I don't want to hear any of the Christmas music.  BLAH!  My new greeting is more Bah Humbug than Happy Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a way to change this??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5662654288058345066?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5662654288058345066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5662654288058345066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5662654288058345066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5662654288058345066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1632748073920793013</id><published>2010-12-03T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:58:54.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day....</title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day for two reasons. Two people--one nationally famous, one locally famous--left this Earthly world for a different one. Dr. B has been my general practitioner for over 10 years now. He was always happy, smiling and hummed his way around the office. In fact, you knew it was your turn to be seen when you heard his whistle right outside the door. He always greeted you with "Hello Ms. ___. How are you doing today?" He would also ask about my year and would listen to everything you said--even the crazy stuff! While reading an article in the newspaper about him today, my own opinion of him was confirmed. He was a very generous man who truly cared about his patients. This evening when I was shopping at our local big blue box, some friends and I ran into one of his employees. Even though he had been fighting a very horrible disease, his only wish was to keep his office open and running. So they did. REALLY????? He was thinking about his patients during the biggest fight of his life? I feel blessed that he felt this way as I was in his office for routine work earlier in the week. He will be deeply missed by a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other, more well-known person is Ron Santo--former player and broadcaster for the Chicago Cubs. He, too, was fighting a horrible illness. It was quite a shock to read about it online and then to receive 2 text messages about it.  He was an inspiration to a lot of people since he lived with Type 1 Diabetes since he was 18 years old.  This very disease took both of his legs as well.  However, that didn't stop him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1632748073920793013?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1632748073920793013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1632748073920793013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1632748073920793013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1632748073920793013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-619000912923968063</id><published>2010-11-28T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:24:48.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football....</title><content type='html'>I'm loving me some football today!  What an exciting day for Bears fans!  First, the packers lost, (yahoo!!!) and then, the Bears won!!!  There was some pushing and shoving in this game, but nothing like in the Texans/Titans game.  Man, someone was out for blood in that game!!! In my opinion, the Texan (Andre Johnson) had every right to smack the Titan (Cortland Finnegan) upside the head a time or two.  CF displayed HORRIBLE sportsmanship all game long!!  Can't wait to see what Roger Goodell does to both of them.  But, one of the best happenings of the day was PEYTON MANNING WAS INTERCEPTED AT LEAST THREE TIMES AND LOST!!!!!!  YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-619000912923968063?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/619000912923968063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=619000912923968063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/619000912923968063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/619000912923968063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/11/football.html' title='Football....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1832681952936675730</id><published>2010-11-21T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:49:49.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I have yet another ear infection.  This is number three since August.  I sure hope that when I'm finished with the orthodontic work that amazingly the ear problem will go away as well.  Could I be that lucky?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in the application.  Now, it's just wait and see.  I don't know how long I will have to wait to hear from them...or if I ever will.  But, I did my part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy football has gone downhill fast.  My team is 4-6 and barely hanging on this week.  I am doing better than most teams, so it isn't a total waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Thanksgiving.  I hope everyone has a safe, wonderful time.  I know I'm thankful for a lot of things in my life.  Most of you reading are included!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1832681952936675730?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1832681952936675730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1832681952936675730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1832681952936675730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1832681952936675730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-4860761224666913356</id><published>2010-10-25T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:46:18.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering.....</title><content type='html'>♥I remember our trip to San Francisco when I was in kindergarten. We had great adventures--being locked in the cells at Alcatraz, staying with strangers while the "grown-ups" took a trip, but mostly I remember trusting you and crossing a log--when we were told to stay away from the quarry! I also remember falling off that log into the cold water and walking up the hill crying because I knew we were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember our trip to St. Louis the summer after I was in first grade. Going to the top of the Arch with you (this time, the "grown-ups" were afraid), and learning to swim after you took me to the deep end and let me go.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember when you stayed with us for awhile when I was in third grade. Walking to the 7-11 in the dark and being "followed" made for a scary trip--but, you had the plan!&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember getting your hand-me-down jeans! Oh, I how I loved that!!! I thought I was just the coolest thing.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember your Sweet 16th Birthday party. How all of your friends were there.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember sewing a yellow bunting to give to you at your baby shower. I don't think it was ever used--Who in their right mind would dress a baby in such a hot thing in May!?!?!?! But, it was the thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember going to my first White Sox game at Old Comiskey Park. The best part of that night was you telling others not to argue with me when it comes to baseball because I KNEW baseball. I still love the game!!!&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember your braces--especially now that I have them for the second time!&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember Christmas 1998.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember February 1999.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember songs such as Holiday, Leather and Lace, Rhiannon, Stop Draggin' My Heart Around, Cocaine, The Stroke.&lt;br /&gt;♥I remember YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-4860761224666913356?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/4860761224666913356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=4860761224666913356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4860761224666913356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4860761224666913356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering.html' title='Remembering.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2783976082304960801</id><published>2010-10-20T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:23:46.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Step</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strike&gt;think&lt;/strike&gt; know I am going to take a big step in filling out an application in the next few days. I don't know if I will be "chosen" but at least I will have tried. I will have given it my best shot. And, if I am chosen??? OMG!!!! IT WILL BE SUCH AN HONOR!!!! Sorry, internet, I'm not gonna share until I hear more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2783976082304960801?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2783976082304960801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2783976082304960801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2783976082304960801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2783976082304960801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-step.html' title='Big Step'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3155766347307192493</id><published>2010-10-16T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:15:56.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.....</title><content type='html'>Well, it has.  I've been catching some flack from someone (THAT GIRL) for not posting lately.  I've been very busy and really haven't known what to write.  Do people want to read the day-by-day boring blows of my life?  Do they want to read something philosophical?  Funny?  Something to help them forget their problems?  WHAT???  What if I am so boring that no one wants to read what I write?  What if I start a fight with someone?  I guess I could just write random thoughts and if people don't like it, they don't have to read it.  But if they don't read it, what is the point in writing it? So, here goes....I'm going to write whatever comes to mind my--in whatever order or fashion.  If it doesn't make sense, then you will know how my brain works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was writing that last sentence, I saw a commercial for the current governor who is running for re-election.  OH MY!!!  Am I going to have to watch those for the next month now???  And, since this is 2010, does that mean we will start getting commercials for the 2012 Presidential election soon????  Like we did with the 2008 election.  UGH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also watching the Philadelphia Phillie play the San Francisco Giants in game one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NLCS&lt;/span&gt;.  I really do love baseball.  I don't know who to root for though....I have very mixed emotions about all the teams....obviously, my team went home.  It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....football is here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of football, I am participating in a fantasy league this year.  This is a first.  I have absolutely no clue what I am doing, but my team is 4-1.  Not bad for a rookie!  I'm leading my division as well.  After the third week, I was 3-0.  I saw one of my former students--who just happens to be in the same league--at a junior high football game.  I commented "3 and 0", and he looked at me kinda funny.  So I said "Fantasy Football."  He replied with giant eyes "THAT'S YOU?!?!?!?!?!"  It was great!  (My team name:  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfort&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfootballers&lt;/span&gt;)  I lost the next week and he rubbed it in.  However, I got the last laugh.  This past week, we went head-to-head, and I WON!!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I've blogged about this, but I have a lot of ear infections.  I currently have one, and I'm very annoyed.  I know the symptoms.  I know the signs.  I KNOW WHAT IT FREAKING FEELS LIKE!!!!!!  So why don't people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy CRAP....Did you see the kid playing the trumpet at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; game????  He was what 7????  Maybe 9????  HE WAS FABULOUS!!!!!!!  FANTASTIC JOB WITH &lt;u&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!!  5TH GRADE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my ear....I wasn't feeling well on the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I went to our nurse who checked out my temp and my ears.  Told me I had a slight temp and something going on in the ears.  I knew I had about a week before it would start to get painful.  Sure enough, the pain started on the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I went to an urgent care center (because my doctor is out at the moment due to his own health related problems and also the time of day).  The nurse practitioner said I did have fluid on the ear, but she didn't think I needed an antibiotic.  Told me to take an over the counter cold and sinus med.  If it wasn't better by Monday to see my doctor...who again won't be back until sometime in November if all goes well.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;.....My ear is getting worse!!!  So now, I have to shell out more $$$$ and see someone else I don't know.  I'd go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; I have seen in the past, but he is rude and costs more money.  UGH!!!!!  Why didn't the chick listen to me!!!  It's not like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I was seeking are controlled substances!  JUST EAR DROPS!!!!!!  I can't abuse them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had my observation scheduled with my assistant principal.  I have been working on this lesson since July.  I used my obsession with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; as my inspiration (See That Girl....All that farming was for work....).  I put a lot of time and effort into the assignment.  The experience as a whole was horrendous!  I will admit, I am a perfectionist when it comes to my evaluations.  I STRIVE for perfection.  My thought is this...If I expect my kids to be perfect, I have to have the same expectations for myself.  By "law", our observation must be 45 minutes.  Because of the content of my lesson, I started it on Wednesday, continued on Thursday, and finished it on Friday.  The principal was to be in the room during 1st period each day.  (20 minutes at the end on Wed., some part on Thur., and 15 minutes at the beginning of class on Fri.)  Wednesday comes and he doesn't show.  At the beginning of the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; class, our other AP showed up to watch since she knew what I was doing.  I shared that it would be at the end.  My appraiser showed up during that class.  I had not shared with the kids, so they sat like statues.  I finally said "What is wrong with you??  You are not acting yourselves!!"  One kiddo replied "Because Mr. T. is in the room!"  YIKES.  Well, I made it through and had everything ready to go Thursday.  I start the lesson and the kids don't get it.  They had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many problems.  I was getting all worked up inside because after all my hard work, the lesson was tanking in front of my face.  But, I held it together.  I keep waiting and waiting also....Mr. T. hasn't shown up yet.  The bell to end class rings and still no Mr. T.  I was so stressed!!!  Thankfully it was my planning time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I lost it!  I went to our team meeting after calming down.  (I work myself up because of that perfectionist thing!!!)  Mr. T. showed up and realized he missed it.  He wanted me to reschedule.  OMG!!!!  PLAN ANOTHER DOG AND PONY!!!  I lost it again.  Thankfully, he sent an email offering to come to the same class he saw the day before.  We had a split class that day, so he agreed to come after lunch.  Before lunch I explained how he was going to be there to observe me and the kids needed to be normal.  The class went a lot better, but I was still run ragged answering questions.  Mr. T. came back to that same class the next day.  Got the report back--I did FABULOUS!!!!  YAY ME!!!  With my first and fourth period classes, the activity was way over their head and very frustrating for me.  I thought it was one of the worst things I have ever done with the kids.  However, EVERY, and I mean EVERY DAY since then, the kids come in and ask "Are we going to farm today?"  WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...this is quite long, so it should pacify the critics for at least a day or two.  I'm off to catch up on some tv I missed this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Ya, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3155766347307192493?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3155766347307192493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3155766347307192493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3155766347307192493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3155766347307192493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-923149994087217543</id><published>2010-09-17T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:10:02.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogoversary</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s my Two-Year Blogoversary. Wow!!!  I need to quit being lazy--ok, that girl...quit farming--and post more often.   Happy day, all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-923149994087217543?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/923149994087217543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=923149994087217543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/923149994087217543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/923149994087217543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/09/blogoversary.html' title='Blogoversary'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6293322865032626030</id><published>2010-08-13T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:52:09.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips....</title><content type='html'>Please let me know your answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you tip.......&lt;br /&gt;Waiters/Waitresses?&lt;br /&gt;Hair Stylists?&lt;br /&gt;Nail Artists?&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Cab Drivers?&lt;br /&gt;Sky Caps at the airport?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Housekeepers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else do you tip and how much??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6293322865032626030?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6293322865032626030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6293322865032626030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6293322865032626030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6293322865032626030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/08/tips.html' title='Tips....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2525429778429067882</id><published>2010-08-07T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:25:48.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Drink....</title><content type='html'>There is a first time for everything, right?  Well, tonight I tried something new....Frozen Hot Chocolate.  It was quite different...was a frozen drink like a pina colada or margarita, but tasted just like hot chocolate--minus the hot.  Very strange!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to hear of someone other "different" food/beverage.  Please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2525429778429067882?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2525429778429067882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2525429778429067882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2525429778429067882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2525429778429067882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-drink.html' title='New Drink....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3980438895326433585</id><published>2010-07-30T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:09:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>Phones....I dearly LOVE my iPhone 3G. It has worked well for me--most of the time. The times where it hasn't, it's because of the cell phone service for the area...not the phone. Since I watched a video on the new iPhone 4, I have LUSTED for this new version. Then, a good friend actually got one!! OOOHHHH.....the drooling has been almost non-stop. Now, I'm having issues with my 3G. Could the phone be telling me it's time to let go and upgrade? Is my "baby" telling me it's time to move on?? Help!!!! I need someone to tell me what to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soccer....Soccer fans are CRAZY!!! But in a good way. I went to the Major League Soccer All-Star Game Wednesday. It was the MLS All-Stars versus Manchester United. WHAT A GAME!!! I really enjoyed the game. Before it started, I asked one of the "soccer-lovers" who went with me if the MLS had any chance of winning. In reality, you have a group of talented athletes who have never played together playing one of the best teams in the WORLD!!!! It was great!!! Here are a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499834619611043298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWcnlP1eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HNM3AJaFsiQ/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499834626685328946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWdB743jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yR7c6G_mkeg/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499834633354966370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWdayDdWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9eWJ0_Z_UB8/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499834638887167730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWdvZCJvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vnNMyy2-8JA/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499834639183839634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWdwfxAZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/OHUuW3pVYGU/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt;And.....the first MLS goal......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a1b9c4636425e94" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a1b9c4636425e94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D526AA3E3979EAA7FA5414B5512BDBC3F347A891D.5201FB82E3E2B4B1FCB7920D64FFD80FC8C53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a1b9c4636425e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRXXxbYuFbcquR5o187Ly72VRqEk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a1b9c4636425e94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330105269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D526AA3E3979EAA7FA5414B5512BDBC3F347A891D.5201FB82E3E2B4B1FCB7920D64FFD80FC8C53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a1b9c4636425e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRXXxbYuFbcquR5o187Ly72VRqEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheer...This week we had cheer camp. It is really neat to see how much the girls improve from the first minutes of camp until the last. This year we had a little issue during stunt class. We have girls who want to stunt, but don't pay attention to "the process". Don't they understand that safety is SOOOO IMPORTANT???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mosquitoes......This weekend is the Great Mosquito Festival. Yup, a festival devoted to the little pests in life. I think I will open the windows and listen to the live music for free....Is that bad???? It beats being out there with the "Guests of Honor"!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499839909890573010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNbQjaLQtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k5D9-DUtJ7g/s320/mosquito" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3980438895326433585?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3980438895326433585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3980438895326433585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3980438895326433585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3980438895326433585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/TFNWcnlP1eI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HNM3AJaFsiQ/s72-c/IMG_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8442061852179730024</id><published>2010-07-16T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:23:37.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theater....</title><content type='html'>Last night I was lucky to see a live performance of Wicked.  It was amazing!!!!!  I got to thinking...Wow!  I've seen a lot of great shows.  But I really don't know what my favorite is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna share the shows and places I've been....Any thoughts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables:  Chicago 1991&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables:  Houston (Don't really remember the year....Fall of 1998, 1999 or 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Chicago:  New York 2002&lt;br /&gt;We Will Rock You: Las Vegas 2005&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia:  Las Vegas 2006&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera:  Las Vegas 2007&lt;br /&gt;The Color Purple:  New York 2007&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Boys:  Houston 2008&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera:  Las Vegas 2008&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera:  Houston 2009&lt;br /&gt;The Lion King:  Las Vegas 2009&lt;br /&gt;A Chorus Line:  Houston 2010&lt;br /&gt;Wicked:  Houston 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8442061852179730024?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8442061852179730024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8442061852179730024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8442061852179730024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8442061852179730024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/07/theater.html' title='Theater....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6591355229798383748</id><published>2010-07-03T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:03:28.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day...</title><content type='html'>Happy Day, USA!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6591355229798383748?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6591355229798383748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6591355229798383748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6591355229798383748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6591355229798383748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8295067482098150786</id><published>2010-06-18T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:07:41.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm surfing the internet sitting next to my 76-year-old father who is surfing the internet.  Earlier, we used Skype to speak with my sister in another state.  Talk about weird!!  But in such a great way.  Thinking back, my father grew up with a party-line!!!  They didn't even have television until he was an ADULT!!! Who would have thought technology would advance this much?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids today will have NO CLUE about the evolution older citizens have witnessed....I've seen such a transformation and it hasn't been that long!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will we be in 5 years?  10?  25??  I can't even imagine!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8295067482098150786?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8295067482098150786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8295067482098150786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8295067482098150786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8295067482098150786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow.html' title='WOW!!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5177285930389429577</id><published>2010-05-31T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:12:40.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Memorial Day.  The day we are to remember those who lost their lives serving our country.  We have turned it into a day to honor all of those who have ever served our country.  This is a good thing.  But, WHY DON'T PEOPLE REMEMBER THE MEMBERS OF THE MILITARY ON OTHER DAYS....ESPECIALLY SINCE LOTS ARE SERVING IN DANGEROUS PLACES RIGHT NOW???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....off the soap box.  I just know that I have several family members who have served as well as former students--one who was severly injured a few years ago.  BT still hasn't recovered to a point where he can communicate in a fashion other than blinking.  Another former student was just injured a few weeks ago.  Thankfully, he will recover with very few physical scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep all of these men and women in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5177285930389429577?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5177285930389429577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5177285930389429577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5177285930389429577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5177285930389429577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7333733900906466307</id><published>2010-05-30T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:23:04.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>Why is life so crazy??  Just when you think it is going well, BAM!!!!  Something smacks you upside the head.  Sometimes, it's in your professional life.  Sometimes in your family life.  And, sometimes, in your relationships with other people.  Sometimes, it all collides at once.  Why can't life just be fun and games and happy times like you are shown as a little kid????  Can I go back to childhood where the worst thing ever was Dairy Queen not having a Dilly Bar????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7333733900906466307?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7333733900906466307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7333733900906466307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7333733900906466307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7333733900906466307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6935010298015786719</id><published>2010-05-16T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:03:02.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration.....</title><content type='html'>Yup.  That's all I got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6935010298015786719?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6935010298015786719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6935010298015786719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6935010298015786719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6935010298015786719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/05/frustration.html' title='frustration.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3611188651995979918</id><published>2010-05-08T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:43:22.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Smiles....</title><content type='html'>Things that make my heart smile (in no particular order).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥a phone call from a friend♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥an email saying "hi"♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥a discounted drink from a former student♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥talking to family♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥a win by my favorite sports teams♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥a well written article by a favorite writer♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥snow in Texas♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥memories of special people♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥a text asking if I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after having the car door take out my forehead♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt; from students♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥my favorite songs♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you find whatever makes your heart smile!  Or whoever makes your heart smile....you know who I'm talking to!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3611188651995979918?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3611188651995979918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3611188651995979918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3611188651995979918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3611188651995979918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-smiles.html' title='Heart Smiles....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5588816963009950380</id><published>2010-05-05T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:43:57.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey....</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm....You would think that the NHL would WANT the play-offs to be televised....I'd love to root my team on and watch, BUT THE GAME ISN'T EVEN ON!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just STINKS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5588816963009950380?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5588816963009950380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5588816963009950380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5588816963009950380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5588816963009950380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/05/hockey.html' title='Hockey....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1137118664264200816</id><published>2010-04-29T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:50:56.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>Just flipped to a newspaper from "back home".  This is the major headline: "Parents of Bucktown victim 'devastated, heartbroken'."  Let's see.....would anyone ever be "Happy, exstaitic" about their child being a victim...OF ANYTHING????  Why do the newspapers/reporters/whomever always ask the stupid questions???  And print the stupid headlines??  WHY???  WHY??? WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:  Talking to someone who lost a loved one to a crime "How do you feel?"  Really???  Do you think they are going to say "Great!!!  Glad it happened."  HECK NO!!!!  How do you THINK they feel?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1137118664264200816?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1137118664264200816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1137118664264200816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1137118664264200816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1137118664264200816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6516383389638180334</id><published>2010-04-29T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:32:56.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....</title><content type='html'>I really need sleep.  However, I can't seem to sleep.  It's almost like I'm so tired that the body doesn't know what sleep means.  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a LONG day!  After school, I have to help set up for a fun event the parent booster club is sponsoring.  That will last from 5-9.  Then clean up!  Back at school by 8:00 am for the band/orchestra trip to the water park.  YEAH!  I really do enjoy going.  The kids are all shocked that I'm going with.  It should be fun.  Home late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday!  Yeah....think it will be my day...if I get grades caught up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can sleep.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6516383389638180334?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6516383389638180334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6516383389638180334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6516383389638180334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6516383389638180334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleep.html' title='Sleep....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7244409310318258999</id><published>2010-04-27T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:17:23.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My kids took their state test today.  YESSSSSS!!!!!!  It's over for another year.  I hate the stress and pain and irritation that comes with the testing.  Some days I think I put more effort/energy into the lesson than the kids.  Some days, they are just stinking LAZY!!!  Today--they WORKED.  They worked HARD.  I'm so proud.  Now....the waiting.  (I'm thankful I don't teach 8th grade....they have 2 administrations...YIKES.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  The Bulls actually took my advice.  They are losing at the moment, but only by 2.  It's still a possibility!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7244409310318258999?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7244409310318258999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7244409310318258999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7244409310318258999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7244409310318258999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/yaaaaahoooooooooooooo.html' title='YAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3916337922780262308</id><published>2010-04-25T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:38:48.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Well, most of my posts are just random thoughts, but I have several different topics tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ben Roethlisburger--in no way, shape or form do I agree/like/give permission/understand any of what he has been accused of.  However, I do wonder why no one has questioned the fact that the accuser was 20 years old.  What was she doing in a bar drinking????  Isn't that illegal????  If he did in fact assault her, he should be punished....but why not punish her for her illegal activity????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Tiger Woods--ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!!  I'm so sick of hearing about him!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Why is it that when I am harvesting/plowing/seeding on farmville, I can only go in a counterclockwise motion???  Shouldn't it be the other way????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jealous men--if she doesn't want you, why would you want her??  And, if she dumps you, why on Earth would you go after her???  If you want to kill yourself--do it!  But, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; let the innocent people live!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pretty Woman--why am I watching it for like the one bazillionth time?  I have parts of it memorized!!!  Guess I will blame that on my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chicago Bulls--Didn't you read the schedule?  You had a game today against Cleveland.  Will you please check your calendars so you can be on the court next time???  You have to show up if you want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Chicago Blackhawks--It's all yours!  You just have to take it.  Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Chicago Cubs--Can we just play the Brewers every day for the rest of the season???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...enough rambling for now.  Leave your thoughts at the door.  Tips are welcome as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3916337922780262308?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3916337922780262308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3916337922780262308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3916337922780262308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3916337922780262308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-124997768934049686</id><published>2010-04-20T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:58:54.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress....</title><content type='html'>Right now is a very stressful time of the year.  Our state test is next week, and I have to make sure my kids are ready.  But how can you tell?  I feel like I'm swimming in quicksand.  Thankfully, I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; to help me relieve that stress.  It's very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two puppies...Wrigley and Sheffield.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....can anyone guess what I'm going to name my next puppy??? Leave your guesses for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-124997768934049686?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/124997768934049686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=124997768934049686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/124997768934049686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/124997768934049686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/stress.html' title='Stress....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3425822197892206216</id><published>2010-04-10T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:29:54.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things...</title><content type='html'>The first:  Reading the indictments for this week, I didn't know a single person!  AWESOME!!!  (Most weeks, I recognize the name of at least one person who previously attended our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Weekend&lt;/span&gt; Update on &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Live:&lt;/em&gt; the Devil was a "featured" guest.  When the graphic showed up, I realized Devil spelled backwards is Lived.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;.....Tina Fey was HILARIOUS!!!!!  She was perfect and dead on talking about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiki&lt;/span&gt; Barber, Bombshell McGee, and Sandra Bullock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third:  Today, I attended a funeral for the father of a former student.  As I was headed to meet up with the people I rode with, I did some thinking.  I'm sharing those thoughts right now so my wishes are in writing.  If you know me...you better follow it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  NO BLACK ALLOWED!  I do NOT want anyone in black...Only black shoes.  I want people to wear my favorite colors:  Yellow, Pink, Red, Green, Blue....Orange would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; as well.  Also, wear those Jeans and Tennis Shoes!  Be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Only DAISIES and SUNFLOWERS!  No other plants or flowers.  If you don't want to send those types of flowers, see number 3.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Balloons!  I want balloons.  I want this to be a celebration of my life.  It's been good so far and will only get better. &lt;br /&gt;4.  No TEARS!  I want laughter.  Remember the good times.  Remember that I will be in a good place and you should be happy to have been able to spend the time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3425822197892206216?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3425822197892206216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3425822197892206216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3425822197892206216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3425822197892206216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-things.html' title='Three Things...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8254970631626676833</id><published>2010-04-04T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:30:53.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>What a nice day I had today.  I hope all of you had a nice day as well.  Enjoy your week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....off to watch Stanford-Oklahoma, UConn-Baylor and Yankees-Red Sox.  I'm going for Stanford, UConn, and the Red Sox...all for different reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Opening Day for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY TEAM!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to the Chicago Cubs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8254970631626676833?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8254970631626676833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8254970631626676833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8254970631626676833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8254970631626676833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-881563246042958923</id><published>2010-03-30T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:15:59.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Census</title><content type='html'>I was filling out my census form, and I noticed you can only log in about 12 people per household.  Some random thought popped into my head....What would the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggar's&lt;/span&gt; do???  This is the family that has 19 kids.  Yeah, one of them has moved out, but that would still be 20 people living in one house.  So, after the twelfth person, do the rest not exist????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone share?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-881563246042958923?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/881563246042958923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=881563246042958923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/881563246042958923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/881563246042958923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010-census.html' title='2010 Census'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6244058523364608429</id><published>2010-03-28T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:55:56.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfun Pfort Pfarmer!</title><content type='html'>Over spring break, I started playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  My sister was making fun of me for not playing.  Well, I knew there was a reason.  I must have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; or an addictive personality or something.  I &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to play this game DAILY!  In fact, I'm flipping back and forth between it and this posting!  I don't know what the deal is.  It's a stupid game...but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!!  Part of it is the thrill of making money.  And, I like chatting with family and friends and plotting strategy.  I also use my problem solving skills to see what crop will earn the most profit and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not addicted to a stupid game.  I'm just using my brain to ward off ailments like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6244058523364608429?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6244058523364608429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6244058523364608429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6244058523364608429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6244058523364608429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/pfun-pfort-pfarmer.html' title='Pfun Pfort Pfarmer!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1526398996303678214</id><published>2010-03-18T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:43:15.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>I have my bracket filled out, and I'm watching the games.  How exciting!!!  I ♥ March Madness!!!  I don't follow college basketball at all throughout the season...just during March Madness.  So far, I'm 2/3 on my bracket...If it wasn't for double-overtime, I might have been 3/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the underdogs, but I went with a number 2 seed to win it all....any guesses????  (You have a 25% chance of being correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial break is over....c-ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1526398996303678214?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1526398996303678214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1526398996303678214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1526398996303678214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1526398996303678214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3923362052308005367</id><published>2010-03-17T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:58:37.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day...</title><content type='html'>No Green Beer for me this year.  I've had a rough enough day to justify it, but alas, I'm not going to.  I didn't even wear green today.  Maybe if I had, I would have had better luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the big, huge flowers in the hair on American Idol?  Is this the new fashion trend?  Please let me know so I can go find one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone thinks the judges are going to save someone in the first week, he/she must be drinking the green beer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3923362052308005367?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3923362052308005367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3923362052308005367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3923362052308005367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3923362052308005367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1790681009935387061</id><published>2010-03-16T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:26:12.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;I left for the airport with what should have been enough time.  However, for some reason, I encountered BAD traffic...who would have thought??  After standing in the security line for what seemed forever, I realized I had a long way to go!!!  I was dropped off at terminal C but my flight left out of terminal E!  I hurried along only to find the flight was overbooked.  They were looking for 6 volunteers to leave on a later flight--MONDAY!  I couldn't leave Monday....I had to be in Chicago on Saturday and back home Monday night.  I stood in the airport watching as they closed the doors and my plane left without me.  I stood in line for awhile before they moved us (there were 3 others in the same boat as me) to a different line.  We waited there for a period of time before they moved us again!  By the time someone actually spoke to me, I had been in a line for 3 hours!!  The lady who helped me was very nice and helpful.  I ended up flying into Milwaukee on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I was able to finally meet my new friend, M.  I've spoken with him on the phone since October, but had never met him.  He is a great "friend" to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; T.  I definitely see him as someone that will be a part of my life for a very long time.  This is a good thing! &lt;br /&gt;(M--thanks for EVERYTHING!!!!  You went above and beyond to make this weekend great.  I couldn't have asked for a better host--you so did NOT have to do what you did!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T--I'm so glad I was able to be there for you on your special day.  I wish the airline cooperated better!  My only regret was not seeing your face when you figured out the surprise.  I had such great hopes for that, and they were all dashed--one at a time.  I'm glad you had a fabulous time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that great evening, I spent time with the family.  To my sister M:  THANK YOU SO MUCH for everything!!!!  You are awesome!!!  I had such a great time shopping and just hanging out with you and L and the "girls" A and A.  I don't know how to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister J:  I feel like such a bad-luck charm!  First M and then K.  I hope M's arm heals properly and she doesn't have any side effects.  I hope the doctors are able to diagnose K correctly--and quickly.  Keep me posted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister B:  It was great seeing you!!!  I know that you had a rough week/weekend and worked a lot but made time to see me.  Wish I could be there to see S when she comes in.  That would have been so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my nieces B and C:  Your children are just precious!!  I'm so glad I was able to spend time with them.  I can't wait to come back for a longer visit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who was there:  IT WAS A BLAST!!!!!  I LOVED EVERY MINUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who wasn't there:  I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!  NEXT TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a few final words from a bracelet I found (Thanks M!!!!) :  Do what you love, love what you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1790681009935387061?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1790681009935387061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1790681009935387061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1790681009935387061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1790681009935387061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1048213416387888065</id><published>2010-03-16T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:04:13.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>I really liked Lee from Chicago and Crystal.  Some of the outfits were HORRENDOUS!!!  Who picks out these outfits???  I looked at Lacey and said "Really??"  HORRIBLE!!!  Who wears a one-shoulder tank under a strapless top??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you like???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1048213416387888065?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1048213416387888065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1048213416387888065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1048213416387888065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1048213416387888065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7675493878725890491</id><published>2010-03-09T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:32:57.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You....</title><content type='html'>I'm not referring to the John Waite song from the 80's but to my blog.  I haven't blogged for awhile--computer issues--and just started again.  I didn't realize how much I missed this until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, will anyone actually read it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7675493878725890491?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7675493878725890491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7675493878725890491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7675493878725890491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7675493878725890491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-you.html' title='Missing You....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5937709377489759477</id><published>2010-03-09T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:30:08.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much????</title><content type='html'>Just looked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; on my computer.  I just downloaded music that I had on my old computer and copied to my new one.  I deleted some of the songs I didn't like/want on my phone....you know, the instrumental stuff.  (Don't get me wrong, I still like that stuff, but don't want it on my phone.)  It read 1200 songs, 3 days, 4.59 GB.  I haven't even started transferring all of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;!  WOW!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the question...How much is too much????  Is 10 GB too much?  How about 15,000 songs???  My computer has 500GB of memory....I guess that will be too much, right?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5937709377489759477?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5937709377489759477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5937709377489759477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5937709377489759477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5937709377489759477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much????'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5799784882882317717</id><published>2010-03-08T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:02:10.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors....</title><content type='html'>I see that I am receiving visitors from afar. Please leave me a comment! I love to know where people are coming from!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week....is going to be WONDERFUL!!!! NOT!!!!!!!! I have 2 tennis matches (Please do a rain dance that the Tuesday match is rained out....this will be GOOD news. The match is on the same day as an orchestra concert, so we only have 3 girls available to play. If it is rained out, we will have about 12!), a practice test (full day--BORING!!!), a pep rally. WOW!!!! To top it off, Friday is the last day before Spring Break. I swear that the kids have a switch that tells them to act stupid from February to Spring Break....I hope they get it all together before April!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day all....talk to you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5799784882882317717?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5799784882882317717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5799784882882317717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5799784882882317717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5799784882882317717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/visitors.html' title='Visitors....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2460237742635108161</id><published>2010-03-07T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:04:20.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy...</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with my new toy--I'm using it right now!  Every Sunday I schedule time to go to school to work on grades.  (Our district requires us to input grades once a week--I'm so busy during the week that I never have the opportunity.)  If I do bring work home, it usually just gets "Frequent Flier Miles."  I drag it all over and never work on it.  Yesterday, I stopped at school and picked up all of my grading--with the idea that I would work on it at home since I have this wonderful new toy.  Well, IT WORKED!!!  I have recorded all of my grades on paper and then input them into the computer system.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!  It was so nice to sit in front of my TV in my wonderful, comfortable recliner and get work finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about my new toy--I tend to run the battery down very quickly...surfing the web, playing on F&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt;, just playing in general.  What was I ever thinking before??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2460237742635108161?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2460237742635108161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2460237742635108161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2460237742635108161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2460237742635108161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6537699793348900602</id><published>2010-03-04T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:43:29.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>To answer the comment on the last post....I've been everywhere except here!  Lots of things have happened since I was last here.  My desktop computer crashed, I cancelled my land line, I have wireless dsl (HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!) and got a nifty new toy.  I'm loving it!!!!  My body isn't....I've been up late at night playing.  Hopefully I will have more to say now that I can say it so much FASTER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6537699793348900602?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6537699793348900602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6537699793348900602&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6537699793348900602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6537699793348900602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2010/03/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3942973903772965501</id><published>2009-11-29T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:55:44.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;FINISHED!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;Yay me!!!! &amp;nbsp;Now, i'm reading book two--Pretties. If you like futuristic books, try these. (By-the-way, I don't usually like books like this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3942973903772965501?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3942973903772965501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3942973903772965501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3942973903772965501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3942973903772965501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/11/book.html' title='Book....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-4679869441646020772</id><published>2009-11-28T21:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:13:16.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading...</title><content type='html'>Currently reading Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. It is book one of four. On page 212....425 total pages (just in book one!!!). Ugh!!!  Really wanted to finish it this weekend. Don&amp;#39;t think that will be happening. &lt;p&gt;Maybe if I stayed off the phone, facebook, and the Internet. And, if I quit letting myself get distracted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-4679869441646020772?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/4679869441646020772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=4679869441646020772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4679869441646020772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4679869441646020772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/11/reading.html' title='Reading...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3090286532360442221</id><published>2009-11-25T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:35:18.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>This year--as with most years--I have a lot to be thankful for. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for my parents--they have provided me with a lot of opportunities most people my age never had.  They also instilled a sense of right and wrong and a great work ethic. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for the rest of my family as well. They helped make me who I am.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for the friends I&amp;#39;ve had forever. They&amp;#39;ve been with me through a lot. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for the new friends I&amp;#39;ve made. They know me now. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for some of the people I work with. They really are like family. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m thankful for being a citizen of the United States. &lt;p&gt;May all of you be as blessed as me this Thanksgiving season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3090286532360442221?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3090286532360442221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3090286532360442221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3090286532360442221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3090286532360442221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8438901951368829902</id><published>2009-10-26T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:07:59.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Why do some tears make you feel bad and other tears make you happy?  And, some tears don&amp;#39;t cause any emotion?&lt;p&gt;Why is it you can go an entire day that could have a sad meaning without feeling bad--until you read a book that makes you bawl like a baby???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8438901951368829902?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8438901951368829902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8438901951368829902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8438901951368829902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8438901951368829902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1398794341087611058</id><published>2009-10-18T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:29:16.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I feel like a mouse on a wheel that will never stop?? I know I can say no, but even then it feels like the wheel won&amp;#39;t stop. &lt;p&gt;Then, there are those other people I work with who have time to get a haircut DURING THE SCHOOL DAY!!!!!  I don&amp;#39;t even have time to use the restroom!!!  What&amp;#39;s up with that????  Wish I could be so lucky!!!&lt;p&gt;Then, I&amp;#39;ve been burning up the phone lines--well, airwaves--talking to old friends and new friends. And no matter who they are, I keep getting yelled at-or at least scolded for this dang cough I have. I&amp;#39;ve had it for a month now. Before any of you get onto me, I have been to the doctor for it. I have an inhaler, cough syrup and steroids. Still have it. Nothing is working. Will see the doctor again tomorrow. &lt;p&gt;Well, I should be off to bed. Have practice in the morning at 6:15, but I have to be there at 5:45. &lt;p&gt;Have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1398794341087611058?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1398794341087611058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1398794341087611058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1398794341087611058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1398794341087611058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy!!!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8109267816152828202</id><published>2009-10-11T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:17:51.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8109267816152828202?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8109267816152828202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8109267816152828202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8109267816152828202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8109267816152828202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing.html' title='Nothing...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7240649313091217076</id><published>2009-09-08T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:14:32.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign</title><content type='html'>Sign at Walmart: Senior Citizen Parking Only. This got me thinking.  Senior citizens are over 65.  Junior citizens are school children. &lt;p&gt;WHAT AM I?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7240649313091217076?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7240649313091217076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7240649313091217076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7240649313091217076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7240649313091217076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/09/sign.html' title='Sign'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6976103020909942508</id><published>2009-09-07T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:25:06.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time....</title><content type='html'>Where does it go? It seems like just yesterday I posted, and it has been how long? In a little over a week, it will be my blogoversary...ONE WHOLE YEAR since I first posted! I can't believe it. So much has happened in that time. In fact, so much has happened in just the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Family, Strangers--I can't promise to update more frequently, but I will try! I really need to get back in the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new school year has started--and, I LOVE MY CLASSES!!!! I know it has only been 2 weeks, but they have been so easy!! Tomorrow will be an interesting day. As many of you know, President Obama will be addressing the nation's school children "LIVE". I use that term loosely as a lot of schools are taping it and showing it at a later time. I am not sure what my campus is doing yet. 11:00 is RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of our lunch schedule. Hmmmm....bet no one in the White House thought about that! We sent home a letter last week telling parents they had the right to not allow their children to view the speech. None of my 11 kiddos brought it back. Yes, my homeroom class only has 11. It is BIZARRE!!!!! I'm sure it will change soon--as it has already changed about 10 times. I just finished reading the speech, and I don't see what the uproar is all about. I just guess everyone likes to complain about something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6976103020909942508?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6976103020909942508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6976103020909942508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6976103020909942508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6976103020909942508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/09/time.html' title='Time....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2464101376759401456</id><published>2009-07-18T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:23:34.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial</title><content type='html'>Just saw a commercial for G-force 3-D. The little rodents saying &amp;quot;Poop in his hand. Poop in his hand&amp;quot; are hillarious!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2464101376759401456?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2464101376759401456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2464101376759401456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2464101376759401456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2464101376759401456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/commercial.html' title='Commercial'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5385111321099875616</id><published>2009-07-18T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:14:49.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign???</title><content type='html'>At the store last night, my total was $7.77.  Should I have played the lottery????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5385111321099875616?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5385111321099875616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5385111321099875616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5385111321099875616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5385111321099875616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/sign.html' title='Sign???'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3259355048942229700</id><published>2009-07-17T02:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:49:46.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper...</title><content type='html'>WARNING:  Sensitive, sad content included.  Some comments posted may sound rude and inconsiderate of others. Comments may seem harsh.  This is NOT-I repeat, NOT-the intention. I just want to know the thoughts of others. &lt;p&gt;I was reading our local newspaper online and decided to click on the obituaries. I don&amp;#39;t particularly enjoy reading this page, but do so in case I know someone. The majority of the time I see a current or former student&amp;#39;s name listed under survived by. Knowing this helps me be prepared for my students. &lt;p&gt;Tonight, there was a listing that was both very sad and very disturbing.  It also made me question myself. The obituary was for----ummmm, not sure how to word this.......ummmm......hmmmm.....well, a 17-week-old fetus. The wording said &amp;quot;...passed away 17 weeks after conception.&amp;quot;  I truly feel bad for this family. To lose a child at anytime is difficult. However, I find it disturbing the way it is written. I started questioning the whole process--and the universal argument about when life begins. &lt;p&gt;**If life begins at conception, why are obituaries like this not published more often?&lt;br&gt;**When do you write an obituary? Is there a magic number of weeks where it becomes acceptable?&lt;br&gt;**Has modern technology changed the way people feel?? Since people are no longer being surprised with the birth-and naming the child before a single breath has been taken-is this making the fetus &amp;quot;more human?&amp;quot; (I apologize for my lack of vocabulary.)&lt;p&gt;Any and all thoughts, comments, and prayers welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3259355048942229700?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3259355048942229700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3259355048942229700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3259355048942229700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3259355048942229700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/newspaper.html' title='Newspaper...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5529618908678446562</id><published>2009-07-16T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:19:01.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's your Hostess Twinkies and sh!+?</title><content type='html'>* Grab the book nearest you.&lt;br /&gt;* Right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Turn to page 56.&lt;br /&gt;* Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;* Post that sentence AS YOUR COMMENT.&lt;br /&gt;*Then POST these instructions in your blog.... making your sentence the post title.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**leave a link to your blog in your comment or link back to my post so everyone can read the sentences...reference your book, too, if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***check &lt;a href="http://www.encouragesilly.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for other entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5529618908678446562?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5529618908678446562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5529618908678446562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5529618908678446562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5529618908678446562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheres-your-hostess-twinkies-and-sh.html' title='Where&apos;s your Hostess Twinkies and sh!+?'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6194868475529636058</id><published>2009-07-15T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:23:40.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy....</title><content type='html'>In Las Vegas last week, J and I witnessed a bizarre event. As we were walking the strip, we saw two police officers headed towards the stairs to the walkway over the strip. We watched them approach a man who was sitting on the stairs. They put latex gloves on and shook the man. No movement. A call for help. Sirens in the distance getting nearer and nearer--louder and louder. J and I stood there watching. We looked at each other and asked &amp;quot;do you think he&amp;#39;s dead?&amp;quot;. I&amp;#39;ve never seen a dead body except at a funeral home. (I&amp;#39;ve toured a funeral home and saw a body being prepped.). We stood and observed. J took a picture. The paramedics showed up, guerney in tow. As they walked up the stairs, the man moved. Definitely alive. We were thankful for this. Would it be bad to be slightly disappointed at not seeing a dead person in Vegas???  I think I&amp;#39;ve been watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation way too much!!!  (Maybe I was hoping to see Nick Stokes and Gil&lt;br&gt; Grissom???)&lt;p&gt;I told you in the title--CRAZY!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6194868475529636058?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6194868475529636058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6194868475529636058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6194868475529636058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6194868475529636058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy.html' title='Crazy....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-4839434127164954407</id><published>2009-07-13T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:28:50.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you need to sleep, you can&amp;#39;t, and when you don&amp;#39;t, you can???  Why does Mr. Sandman mess with our heads like this??  Why am I feeling like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City??  Why am I writing in only questions???  Do I have some strange psychological disease???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-4839434127164954407?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/4839434127164954407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=4839434127164954407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4839434127164954407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4839434127164954407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7250378361828180209</id><published>2009-07-12T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:25:18.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a picture taken at one of my favorite places in Las Vegas...the conservatory at the Bellagio. I also love the fountains but missed out on them this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358197949634441122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SlwkpXAv76I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5mZxhRXXg2E/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7250378361828180209?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7250378361828180209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7250378361828180209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7250378361828180209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7250378361828180209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SlwkpXAv76I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5mZxhRXXg2E/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2156307310906646063</id><published>2009-07-05T21:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:53:16.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching The Sports Reporters on ESPN that I taped this morning while I watched live tennis. Some points bear sharing...&lt;p&gt;1.  Should Dante Stallworth receive a lighter sentence from Roger Goodall than Michael Vick??  A letter to Spirts Illustrated asked--since when is a dog&amp;#39;s life more important than a human&amp;#39;s??  Michael Vick served over 6 months in a federal prison for dog fighting. Dante Stallworth was sentenced to 30 days for killing a pedestrian while he was under the influence of both alcohol and drugs. Both crimes are wrong, but are these punishments fair??&lt;p&gt;2.  Do you root for an athlete or do you root for a uniform?? Growing up, everyone voted for a team. These days of free agency and trades have caused kids to follow athletes regardless of the uniform they are wearing. I will always root for the uniform!!&lt;p&gt;3.  Should Bobby Bowden be punished for academic cheating that he was unaware of??  I&amp;#39;m not a big Bowden fan, but that is like punishing your dog for a cat pooping in your yard!! Now if he cheated in a game or helped his players cheat--yeah, punish him. &lt;p&gt;4.  When will the Cubs win a world championship?? Bob Ryan said it won&amp;#39;t be this year. Who knows. Who cares?? I&amp;#39;m a fan--win or lose. Would I love to see the curse gone? Absolutely. Will my life change if it never happens?? Nope!!  My happiness is not based on what grown men do on a baseball field. But, I&amp;#39;m not giving up hope!!  Go Cubs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2156307310906646063?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2156307310906646063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2156307310906646063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2156307310906646063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2156307310906646063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts....'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8222228716842825081</id><published>2009-07-05T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:33:34.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Match</title><content type='html'>Wow!!!  I&amp;#39;m so impressed with the Men&amp;#39;s Singles Final at Wimbledon. Both men are worthy of the title after this. Can they share it??&lt;p&gt;Congratulations Roger Federer!! &lt;p&gt;Andy Roddick deserves accolades as well. This match was history making in so many ways. He should be very proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8222228716842825081?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8222228716842825081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8222228716842825081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8222228716842825081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8222228716842825081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/marathon-match.html' title='Marathon Match'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1595221458661870692</id><published>2009-07-05T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:51:25.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>First there was Michael Jordan. He was followed by Magic Johnson, Rynw Sandberg, Roger Clemens, and Brett Favre--to name a few. Now, we have Lance Armstrong. What is up with these professionals acting unprofessional when it cones to retirement?  Can you imagine a teacher coming out of retirement?? No!  Why?? Because he/she would lose a lot of money. &lt;p&gt;In my opinion, once you retire, stay that way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1595221458661870692?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1595221458661870692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1595221458661870692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1595221458661870692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1595221458661870692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2096020958362315821</id><published>2009-07-04T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:54:15.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!!</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s America&amp;#39;s Birthday.  How are you celebrating??  I joined some friends--old and new-- for fireworks last night. We traveled from A and D&amp;#39;s house near the beach to town by boat. The fireworks and company were great!!&lt;p&gt;The temperature here lately has been hot, Hot, HOT!!!  Almost 100 every day--some days over 100!  And, the heat index has been over 100.  Maybe Mother Nature is preparing me for my trip to Vegas. &lt;p&gt;Have a great day celebrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2096020958362315821?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2096020958362315821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2096020958362315821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2096020958362315821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2096020958362315821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2025883408630140427</id><published>2009-06-29T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:18:54.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t believe it. Summer School is almost over. One more day with my kiddos!!  Then, one day with two 5th graders. Then, I&amp;#39;m done. Finished. Kaput. I&amp;#39;m so excited!!!!!  I can&amp;#39;t wait!! &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve decided that summer school is not designed to help students. The main purpose is to tear down perfectly good--sometimes great--teachers. &lt;p&gt;During the school year, discipline procedures are in place to take care of difficult students. A lot of the time, the threat of detention is good enough to cease undesirable behavior. In the summer, there is no such thing as detention. The ONLY discipline option is to send the kid to the office. Since we are trying to get them to pass a test, this isn&amp;#39;t always an option, either. Some of the teachers were talking, and we all feel like we have no classroom management at all. &lt;p&gt;The other thought is about the group of kids we have. The majority of the students were behavior problems during the school year. Where there might be one or two bad apples in a class of 25, you now have five or six in a class of 10.  &lt;p&gt;Throw in no consequences for their actions, and you have some big problems!!&lt;p&gt;We really need to come up with a better system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2025883408630140427?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2025883408630140427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2025883408630140427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2025883408630140427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2025883408630140427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-school.html' title='Summer School'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7108008034997213768</id><published>2009-06-28T01:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:20:02.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!!!!</title><content type='html'>After getting a response to my Facebook question--and getting a request from a former student--I decided the best way to go was to hit ignore. So, I ignored both of the requests. Tonight, I received a second request from the parent. I again hit ignore. Is this going to be an ongoing issue??  If so, what do I do????  Help!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7108008034997213768?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7108008034997213768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7108008034997213768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7108008034997213768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7108008034997213768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='Argh!!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-4730518151244695762</id><published>2009-06-26T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:00:53.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Provoking</title><content type='html'>What a sad day for the entertainment world--losing Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. And, this just days after losing Ed McMahon.  The news shows will be busy for awhile.&lt;p&gt;What makes this so monumental for me is--this is MY childhood!!!  My earliest memories. I remember seeing the poster of Farrah and wanting her hair. I didn&amp;#39;t really watch Charlie&amp;#39;s Angels because it scared me. I remember Ed saying &amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s Johnny!&amp;quot; in a way no one will ever be able to truly mimic. And, who doesn&amp;#39;t like a little music by Michael???  ABC, I&amp;#39;ll Be There, Man in the Mirror, Wanna Be Startin Something, and Don&amp;#39;t Stop Til You Get Enough--just to name a few--get regular airplay on my computer and iPod.&lt;p&gt;Michael was THE star when I was in elementary and middle school. I still remember watching him on MTV--back when they still played videos all of the time. Remember the Pepsi commercial?? &lt;p&gt;Thinking back on his music and how people are reacting reminds me of Elvis&amp;#39; passing. I remember exactly where I was when that news was announced. (mom--bonus points if you remember where I was and what I was doing!!!). Now I know what my mom felt that day--even though I never had a romantic crush on Michael.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s unfortunate that Bobby Hatfield of the Righteous Brothers is no longer with us--they would have been able to record a fabulous verse to Rock and Roll Heaven. Michael is in great company--and he&amp;#39;s with &amp;quot;one hell of a band!!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-4730518151244695762?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/4730518151244695762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=4730518151244695762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4730518151244695762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/4730518151244695762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-provoking.html' title='Thought Provoking'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3377956870618948358</id><published>2009-06-23T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:31:48.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I have an issue with Facebook. Today, I received a friend request that has made me think about how much I want known and whether or not I want to be found. This is quite baffling for me. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated!!!!!&lt;p&gt;As I have posted before, Facebook is something that gives me mixed feelings. Part of me enjoys connecting with old friends, but part of me isn&amp;#39;t so sure...if we were that good of friends, why did we lose each other??&lt;p&gt;Here is the new problem.  Do I friend people who are the parents of former students??  I taught a young man in 7th grade who just graduated high school. I also taught his younger brother. Now, I&amp;#39;m getting a friend request from the mom. Do I confirm???  If I don&amp;#39;t, it&amp;#39;s like I have something to hide. I don&amp;#39;t. If I accept, does that open the door to other parents??? Will/can this be used against me???&lt;p&gt;In pretty sure it&amp;#39;s harmless, but I have to question it nonetheless. &lt;p&gt;Thoughts???  Feelings???  Advice????&lt;p&gt;And, can I get in trouble for other people&amp;#39;s comments???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3377956870618948358?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3377956870618948358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3377956870618948358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3377956870618948358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3377956870618948358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1123053680217544943</id><published>2009-06-21T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:32:44.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Why doesn&amp;#39;t anyone ever leave a comment????  Am I that boring??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1123053680217544943?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1123053680217544943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1123053680217544943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1123053680217544943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1123053680217544943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3436351195630604696</id><published>2009-06-21T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:05:11.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Gift</title><content type='html'>A Cubs victory!!!  A series sweep!!! We&amp;#39;re movin on up in the standings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3436351195630604696?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3436351195630604696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3436351195630604696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3436351195630604696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3436351195630604696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-gift.html' title='Perfect Gift'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2928198339433667085</id><published>2009-06-21T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:10:32.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Dad&amp;#39;s Day to all the dads, but mostly to MY dad!  I hope today is relaxing and less dramatic than last year. &lt;p&gt;I love you, Dad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2928198339433667085?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2928198339433667085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2928198339433667085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2928198339433667085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2928198339433667085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5704785449127627093</id><published>2009-06-20T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:27:06.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Movies and TV Shows</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sitting here watching the second cheesy movie of the evening--Grease and Grease 2.  Why is it I can&amp;#39;t turn it off?? And, why am I singing along to all of the songs???  The plots are stupid, the songs are cheesy, and some of the acting is just plain awful!! To think some of these actors have gone on to bigger and better things--John Travolta, Michelle Pfeiffer, Olivia Newton-John.&lt;p&gt;While watching these movies, I keep seeing previews for a new TV series--10 Things I Hate About You.  I ABSOLUTELY LOVED that movie. However, I don&amp;#39;t think the TV show looks interesting. Why do TV people have to mess with good movies???&lt;p&gt;Anyone watching Harper&amp;#39;s Island??? It&amp;#39;s like a train wreck--you don&amp;#39;t want to watch, but you can&amp;#39;t help it. Only 3 more episodes.  Who is the killer???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5704785449127627093?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5704785449127627093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5704785449127627093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5704785449127627093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5704785449127627093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheesy-movies-and-tv-shows.html' title='Cheesy Movies and TV Shows'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8498146585523732628</id><published>2009-06-20T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:17:03.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubs Victory!!</title><content type='html'>For the third day in a row, the Cubs have pulled out a victory in their final at bat. Today, they needed extra innings, but that doesn&amp;#39;t matter.  We&amp;#39;re singing &amp;quot;Go Cubs Go, Go Cubs Go, hey Chicago what do you say, the Cubs are gonna win today!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Steve Goodman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8498146585523732628?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8498146585523732628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8498146585523732628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8498146585523732628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8498146585523732628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/cubs-victory.html' title='Cubs Victory!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-931719302912950867</id><published>2009-06-20T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:13:33.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Headed to a dance recital. Can&amp;#39;t wait to watch all the talented people. Yeah, i&amp;#39;m jealous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-931719302912950867?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/931719302912950867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=931719302912950867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/931719302912950867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/931719302912950867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2928224010130656002</id><published>2009-06-14T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:11:54.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>Why is it weekends go by so fast??  I know I shouldn&amp;#39;t complain, but it feels like just yesterday I was at work and have to go back tomorrow. I have worked four days of the seventeen days of summer school. I think I have figured out why I dislike it so much. (I am going to enjoy vacations with the money so I really shouldn&amp;#39;t complain.) I dislike summer school because the kids don&amp;#39;t care. I&amp;#39;m working with 8th graders who have to pass a test to go to the high school. But, they don&amp;#39;t care!! They want to put their heads down or talk or do anything but work. Other teachers don&amp;#39;t care what they do. I care!!  I want them to pass. I want to help them. This is what frustrates me. I can&amp;#39;t let it go. Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2928224010130656002?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2928224010130656002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2928224010130656002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2928224010130656002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2928224010130656002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3220241014828828922</id><published>2009-06-12T06:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:58:13.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence</title><content type='html'>What is up with people these days?? Recent headlines have made me think this world is going crazy!  An 88-year-old man opens fire at the National Holocaust Museum, a man is convicted on charges after shooting at a car because someone threw a bottle of hot sauce, fathers molesting their daughters, a woman cutting a baby out of another woman, and an 18-year-old severely mentally retarded young man receiving 100 years in prison for fondling a six-year-old neighbor. &lt;p&gt;As Adam Lambert sang, it&amp;#39;s a mad, mad world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3220241014828828922?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3220241014828828922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3220241014828828922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3220241014828828922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3220241014828828922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/violence.html' title='Violence'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1189820208210586936</id><published>2009-06-10T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:30:34.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!!</title><content type='html'>I had such a great day yesterday. I received birthday wishes from family and friends--old and new!! I also spent the evening with great friends J &amp;amp; G at the Cubs game. Well, the locals would have said the Astros game.  The Cubs and Astros must really like me to give me my wish--a Cubs victory!! The fact that Cubs player Mike Fontenot had a birthday also might have had something to do with it. Either way, it was great.  &lt;p&gt;(Happy Birthday Michael J. Fox, Johnny Depp, Natalie Portman, &amp;quot;Drew Carey&amp;quot; (not the real one!), and my Uncle J. Hope it was great!!!)&lt;p&gt;Thanks C and c for the song!  It was absolutely adorable. &lt;p&gt;Thanks G, J, and the zoo for everything!!!!&lt;p&gt;Thanks mom and dad!!!&lt;p&gt;Thanks to anyone I&amp;#39;ve missed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-1189820208210586936?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/1189820208210586936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=1189820208210586936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1189820208210586936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/1189820208210586936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='What a day!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3400770541005856170</id><published>2009-06-09T06:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:41:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>12 hours 24 minutes until first pitch!!!&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;br&gt;Is a Cubs victory!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3400770541005856170?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3400770541005856170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3400770541005856170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3400770541005856170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3400770541005856170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-5496760690439795679</id><published>2009-06-07T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:24:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended the high school graduation of my former students. I was excited to see I had taught the valedictorian, salutatorian, and several of the honor graduates. It was a very nice ceremony for the most part. I couldn&amp;#39;t believe how RUDE a lot of people were. They hadn&amp;#39;t even gotten to the &amp;quot;R&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; and it was a mass exodus from the bleachers. Except they couldn&amp;#39;t go anywhere. So, there they stood with their backends in my face. I  missed a large chunk of the kids getting their diplomas. If I had been a parent, I would probably have hit someone. I did let my opinion be heard. It was a little better than last year. As per tradition, the audience joins the grads on the field after the ceremony. This year, all of the gates were locked and guarded. Last year, the parents stormed the field, and the kids didn&amp;#39;t even get to finish the ceremony!!!&lt;p&gt;Today, I am enjoying The French Open on tv. I&amp;#39;m hoping Roger Federer will finally win his career grand slam. I&amp;#39;m also thankful that I didn&amp;#39;t have to get up at 2:30 in the morning to watch live--that&amp;#39;s what happened during the Australian Open earlier this year. I can&amp;#39;t belive Wimbledon is just a few weeks away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-5496760690439795679?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/5496760690439795679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=5496760690439795679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5496760690439795679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/5496760690439795679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7125867886346700268</id><published>2009-06-05T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:58:01.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!!</title><content type='html'>School is over until next year. Too bad my vacation ends Monday when summer school starts. However, I&amp;#39;ll be thankful for that little bit of money to travel on. Where should I go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7125867886346700268?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7125867886346700268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7125867886346700268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7125867886346700268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7125867886346700268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7931724979150782890</id><published>2009-06-04T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:06:04.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>....the Chicago Cubs to a stadium near me!!!  And, I&amp;#39;ll be there Tuesday night. Yeah, baby!!!!!!!  I can&amp;#39;t wait--just in case you couldn&amp;#39;t tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7931724979150782890?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7931724979150782890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7931724979150782890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7931724979150782890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7931724979150782890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7904526694665642278</id><published>2009-06-04T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:39:17.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bait Shop</title><content type='html'>Just hanging out at our local bait shop (it&amp;#39;s the same place we had our employee Christmas party).  Listening to music and hanging with friends. Enjoying the nice weather and view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7904526694665642278?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7904526694665642278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7904526694665642278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7904526694665642278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7904526694665642278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/bait-shop.html' title='Bait Shop'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8455034195316625883</id><published>2009-06-03T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:01:49.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>Well, the school year is coming to a close.  YEE HAW!!!!  I have been super busy with all of the end-of-school activities.  I'll post more on those later.  Right now, I just want to go to sleep.  I will post soon--especially since I can post via email and text.  Technology--gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8455034195316625883?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8455034195316625883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8455034195316625883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8455034195316625883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8455034195316625883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-3752130743402613959</id><published>2009-06-03T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:58:16.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another test</title><content type='html'>Did this work?  I tried a minute ago to post via email. However, being the idiot I am these days-more later-i had the wrong email. Oops!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-3752130743402613959?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/3752130743402613959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=3752130743402613959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3752130743402613959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/3752130743402613959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-test.html' title='Another test'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-8072086134135239334</id><published>2009-06-03T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:51:12.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test post. Trying to post via phone. Is it as east as it seems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-8072086134135239334?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/8072086134135239334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=8072086134135239334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8072086134135239334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/8072086134135239334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/06/test-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6391847162302098168</id><published>2009-05-10T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:11:15.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>To my mom--As crazy as you think I am, I learned it all from you!  (Well, Dad had a hand in it as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me always.  And, for pushing me harder than other parents pushed their children.  Thanks for all of the "stuff" you provided for me--love, tangible things, friendship.  Thanks for showing me how to be a friend to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being you!!!!!  I love you lots!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.  You can print this to show all the ladies!  We have to keep coming up with new ways to shock them, don't we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; buds, T and J!  Your kids are AWESOME because of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sisters--You are fabulous role models.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the other moms in the world--Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6391847162302098168?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6391847162302098168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6391847162302098168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6391847162302098168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6391847162302098168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7911705687022075849</id><published>2009-05-10T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:05:39.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I was catching up on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; I missed during the week.  I was watching the wedding of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt; and Alex on Grey's Anatomy--through tears, I might add--and began thinking about the traditional wedding vows.  You know the ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, (name), take you (name), to be my (wife/husband), to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me though was that these are the exact same qualities we look for in a true friend.  Someone who will be there for us in the good times and the bad.  When we are rich or when we are struggling.  When we are ill or when we are healthy.  We have a special love--though very different than the love between those getting married.  And we cherish our friends always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friends don't need a public ceremony or a big party to declare this to one another.  We just show each other through our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who are my true friends--and you know who you are--I hope you know that from this day forward, I am there for you for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad and I cherish our friendships until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who read this--may you have a friend in your life like the ones I have in mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7911705687022075849?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7911705687022075849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7911705687022075849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7911705687022075849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7911705687022075849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-7221992224288024060</id><published>2009-05-06T06:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:26:10.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why????</title><content type='html'>Am I soooooo busy?????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-7221992224288024060?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/7221992224288024060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=7221992224288024060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7221992224288024060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/7221992224288024060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/05/why_1402.html' title='Why????'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-2951763718795494260</id><published>2009-04-26T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:47:32.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Kids</title><content type='html'>Yet another email.  I really wish I knew the source--just to give them credit!  This is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not as dumb as some may think huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class.  She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb.  It's hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you.  While reading, keep in mind that these are 6-year-old  first-graders, because the last one is a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't change horses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;until they stop running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Strike while the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bug is close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's always darkest before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daylight Saving Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never underestimate the power of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;termites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can lead a horse to water but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't bite the hand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;looks dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No news is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A miss is as good as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can't teach an old dog new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you lie down with dogs, you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stink in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love all, trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The pen is mightier than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An idle mind is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the best way to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where there's smoke there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy the bride who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gets all the presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A penny saved is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two's company, three's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the Musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't put off till tomorrow what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you put on to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have to blow your nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are none so blind as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stevie Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Children should be seen and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;spanked or grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If at first you don't succeed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;get new batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You get out of something only what you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See in the picture on the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When the blind lead the blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A bird in the hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is going to poop on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      And the WINNER and last one!  &lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Better late than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-2951763718795494260?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/2951763718795494260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=2951763718795494260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2951763718795494260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/2951763718795494260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/04/smart-kids.html' title='Smart Kids'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6018305341936659446</id><published>2009-04-26T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:35:16.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Guys From Chicago</title><content type='html'>From an email....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys from Chicago, Illinois, die and wake up in hell.  The next day, the devil stops to check on them and sees them dressed in parkas, mittens and bomber hats, warming&lt;br /&gt;themselves around the fire.  The devil asks them, 'What are you doing? Isn't it hot enough&lt;br /&gt;for you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys reply, 'Well, you know, we're from Illinois, the land of ice and snow and cold. We're just happy for a chance to warm up a bit, you know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil gets a little steamed up and he decides to fix the two guys…He cranks the heat up as high as it will go. The people are wailing and screaming everywhere. He stops by&lt;br /&gt;the room with the two guys from Chicago and finds them in light jackets and hats, grilling sausage and drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil is astonished.  'Everyone down here is in abject misery, and you seem to be enjoying yourselves.'  The two Illinoisans reply, 'Well, ya know, we don't get too much warm weather up there in Chicago , we've just got to have a cookout when the weather is this nice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil is absolutely furious, he decides to turn all the heat in hell off.   The next morning, the temperature is below zero, icicles are hanging everywhere, the people are shivering so bad, they are unable to wail or moan.  The devil smiles and heads for the room with the 2 Chicagoans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds them back in their parkas, mittens and hats. They are jumping up and down and cheering.  The devil was dumbfounded.   'I don't understand. When I turn the heat up, you're happy. Now it's freezing cold, and you're happy. What is wrong with you two?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Illinoisans look at the devil in surprise. 'Well, don't ya know -if hell froze over, that must mean one thing..........the CUBS won the WORLD SERIES!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6018305341936659446?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6018305341936659446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6018305341936659446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6018305341936659446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6018305341936659446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-guys-from-chicago.html' title='Two Guys From Chicago'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-6785924176275181736</id><published>2009-04-26T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:22:20.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Paper</title><content type='html'>From an email....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who are seniors - for all of you who know seniors - and for all of you who will be seniors. It pays to be able to laugh about it when you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE is my SUNDAY paper?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irate customer calling the newspaper office loudly demanded, wanting to know where her Sunday edition was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam", said the newspaper employee, "today is Saturday.  The Sunday paper is not delivered until tomorrow, on SUNDAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a long pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a ray of recognition as she was heard to mutter,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, shit... so that's why no one was at church today"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017783746658194080-6785924176275181736?l=pfunpfort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/feeds/6785924176275181736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017783746658194080&amp;postID=6785924176275181736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6785924176275181736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017783746658194080/posts/default/6785924176275181736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfunpfort.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-paper.html' title='Sunday Paper'/><author><name>iteach7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001327063739431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZhJwPE4cIY/SZOvj4IM4fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ve8cfMibcQE/S220/LV+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017783746658194080.post-1760481867463690384</id><published>2009-04-26T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:14:03.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time.  I've been so BUSY!  It feels like all I do is go to work and sleep.  Get up, go to work and sleep.  Tonight, I thought I'd blog.  But now that I'm here, I don't have much to say.  Go figure!  I will share some emails with you then.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Cubs Go! 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