tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49610362397839874732024-03-13T18:49:38.963-04:00Adventures in Candyland~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-19933603675717365532010-10-20T15:10:00.002-04:002010-10-20T15:19:57.788-04:00Kids, funerals, and VirginiaHad a great weekend with Izzy and Odin, who came home for a short visit. We were all over to see family for the day and a half they were home. Saturday night was spent at my dad for pizza and a little hot tub time. Sunday morning we took Odin to church for the first time, and Izzy said some of the prayers (which makes this god mother realize she is doing her job!) We went to my moms for lunch to see the Kline and Etzinger grandparents, and then for the late evening we went to my in-laws house to see Dianne after her surgery. Izzy and Odin rode on the tractor and helped pick up corn! They went back home on Monday afternoon, and we won't see them again until probably Christmas which sucks!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EOZw3PMmIUwwVUTUsIrBkMrIqK7-fod57WnxfqrrUp7YHjr4deIYYFRE0DsYSh_ZEx4xVgfFAaYHS7-l-BKOBEDirfKJ7MEyjbW3TsuCimthsINhYVqZV88uCrdzOzD5ytAiBonKMuw/s1600/IMG_5827.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EOZw3PMmIUwwVUTUsIrBkMrIqK7-fod57WnxfqrrUp7YHjr4deIYYFRE0DsYSh_ZEx4xVgfFAaYHS7-l-BKOBEDirfKJ7MEyjbW3TsuCimthsINhYVqZV88uCrdzOzD5ytAiBonKMuw/s200/IMG_5827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530209984358572242" border="0" /></a>On Saturday morning, my great uncle Bill passed away after a five month battle with various health issues. I know he is in a better place, but he was only 67, which is too young. The funeral was today, and it was nice to see so many cousins home to celebrate his life. He will be missed, but I know him, Susie, Donny, and Ralph are causing all kinds of trouble in heaven.<br /><br />On Friday I leave to go to Virginia for a weekend away with my aunt and her family. Plan on seeing Alex cheer, Josh play football, and who knows what else. Should be a fun and quick weekend. I guess you can say this is the last trip I get to make before Baby Fought is here in January!!!!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-51934720204051760062010-10-09T11:06:00.003-04:002010-10-09T11:12:37.337-04:00Being SickI cannot shake this stupid cold. I am stuffed up, coughing, tired, and cranky. Maybe I am pregnant!!! But really, working with these kids is making it real hard to get rid of this cold. I want to feel better now, and not worry about blowing/wiping my nose all the time. I should buy stock in Puffs right now!!!!!!<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Candice/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRufN977s7Huih1c5E2Z_uE-3SBtM0vXhbrPQGBqiPjqCW8nbOpLGL9tni47vXNkI0FGHPCvkD8oqlhkYh79NAnPFmLsE4-TbVEpQReQEHZgjmfcj_0k2dAzPhZvVBxssvZl1pJUfA918/s1600/pumpkin_puking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRufN977s7Huih1c5E2Z_uE-3SBtM0vXhbrPQGBqiPjqCW8nbOpLGL9tni47vXNkI0FGHPCvkD8oqlhkYh79NAnPFmLsE4-TbVEpQReQEHZgjmfcj_0k2dAzPhZvVBxssvZl1pJUfA918/s200/pumpkin_puking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526064377553284114" border="0" /></a>On a happier note, my crib came this week and I managed to get the siding cleaned too. I may buy pumpkins this weekend to decorate outside since it is looking a little sad. I have also been working on my list of things to do when laid off to prepare for baby, and it's getting a little long.~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-91605141699114695612010-10-03T17:10:00.002-04:002010-10-03T17:19:21.677-04:00Hair Cut and other updates<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwKb3u6ytrn-wuNojj1U-hFztyUmxtLiIqm6TU6zmIakjXZprX5VC4Gp2GZiaX5myR7dFoHibMIMEzmmcCurWIZaAbxszYIZfwbNmUMO-MJSIPygJ-Tjr0sS_RX0NtQPhiNrEmLG1EE0/s1600/IMG_5487.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwKb3u6ytrn-wuNojj1U-hFztyUmxtLiIqm6TU6zmIakjXZprX5VC4Gp2GZiaX5myR7dFoHibMIMEzmmcCurWIZaAbxszYIZfwbNmUMO-MJSIPygJ-Tjr0sS_RX0NtQPhiNrEmLG1EE0/s200/IMG_5487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523932285723205186" border="0" /></a><br />So, I went to get my hair trimmed on Saturday, and came home with hair that hasn't been this short since 2003. It's cute, but wow, really short. <br /><br />I have realized that I am six months along, and still do not look pregnant. This is a bummer to me because I want to be all fat and uncomfortable. This baby has been too nice to me, and makes me wonder what my other children will do to make it miserable in the future. <br /><br />I decorated the inside of my house for Halloween, and I have to say less is up this year than ever before. I may pull out all of the fall stuff too since I feel like I am letting my favorite holiday sit on the back burner. <br /><br />Only two more weeks of work and then off for the season. Still debating if I am going to sub or if I will take the time off to get the house cleaned and ready for baby. Hmmm, the choices.<br /><br />Thats all for now. Who knows what this week will bring!!!!!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-30419172739498668982010-09-24T22:52:00.003-04:002010-09-24T22:56:13.126-04:00Band and other things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRBqFKf8P3f5DSxnlafKfO-RkuW4C2FJdq6asBFeSQsPoPEQPRhWU-9hzn2Xnxvh-OrzGWgmNnrcy_o2zfJfkbLT-nSXVz2mIbb5KUjY7jhP7IWiMMMyCi4dQKF-5nbvpxIoTCH5sO6w/s1600/BABY_8.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRBqFKf8P3f5DSxnlafKfO-RkuW4C2FJdq6asBFeSQsPoPEQPRhWU-9hzn2Xnxvh-OrzGWgmNnrcy_o2zfJfkbLT-nSXVz2mIbb5KUjY7jhP7IWiMMMyCi4dQKF-5nbvpxIoTCH5sO6w/s320/BABY_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520679379064940130" border="0" /></a><br />So the past few months have been really crazy and hectic. First, we are having a baby in January and that is coming much faster than I thought it would. Second work sucks, but only three more weeks with kids and then I am free. I am helping with marching band this year again, and I feel over my head at times, but the kids make it all worth my while. Finally, I am glad it is fall because it is football season and I have something to do on Friday nights. Ahhh, May until the end of September has flown by, and the next four months I am sure will do the same!!!!!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-91017609050528576602010-05-18T19:42:00.002-04:002010-05-18T19:49:20.410-04:00Interview<h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If you could interview one</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> person who would it be and what would you ask them?</span></span></span></h3>The one person I wish I could talk to just one more time would be my great-grandma, Lillian Whetsel. She passed away when I was in junior high and I only had the honor of meeting her twice and talking to her very little. I am told I look like her and have her attitude, but not knowing her is an upsetting thing. I wish I could of thought then to meet with her a couple more times to see who she was, what she did, and why she did things. Miss you grandma!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-70361764865323465932010-05-18T19:40:00.001-04:002010-05-18T19:42:45.326-04:00Last Day<h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">If you had one day left to live what would you do? What would be your last meal?</span></span></h3>If I had one day left to live, I would want to take a bunch of pictures of me with those I love so the memories can live on forever. I would also spend my last minutes with my hubby because he deserves to have me at my last breathe. My last meal would have to be something Italian or Chinese because both are so tasty and make me happy!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-483036409628418292010-05-18T19:36:00.003-04:002010-05-18T19:40:49.959-04:00Crayon<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">If you were a crayon, what color would you be and why?</span></span><br /><br />If I was a c<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PxQxTrmAT1Rfb_fv-vqkpAYWTuCIeTl_nRnqP-tuH3WGPppYL4U62mIPUCF7tcYSgc3O27xoLiBkM36e6aOnWUZ1gE0i-iTmN9BPp9FyZeAK2d0FhqGrEoucpO6F95pwCQe0dzqJ3I4/s1600/2230410764_495f712d4d.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PxQxTrmAT1Rfb_fv-vqkpAYWTuCIeTl_nRnqP-tuH3WGPppYL4U62mIPUCF7tcYSgc3O27xoLiBkM36e6aOnWUZ1gE0i-iTmN9BPp9FyZeAK2d0FhqGrEoucpO6F95pwCQe0dzqJ3I4/s200/2230410764_495f712d4d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472759099406982850" border="0" /></a>rayon I would have to be black because I am a negative thinker, and I am always trying to hide the ugly in my life. I also like black because it is slimming and just about anything will go with it!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-32183556424346716642010-05-18T19:34:00.002-04:002010-05-18T19:36:09.128-04:00Mom and Dad<span style="font-size:100%;">What is one trait that you got from your mom and dad that makes you who you are?<br /><br />I would have to say the one trait I got from both of my parents is my crazy curly hair. Both of them have it, even though you would never know it! My dad has gone from the fro in high school, to the Billy Ray Cyrus look, to shaved, and now gray and short. My mom takes her time to hide the curls, but if she lets it go you can see the curls coming out. Thanks mom and dad for the curls and never having to pay for a perm!<br /></span>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-194558589772705982010-05-14T10:32:00.001-04:002010-09-24T22:59:01.172-04:00My hubby<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCandi%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;" >Write your favorite memory (good and bad) of your significant other
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<br />My favorite memory of my husband is our first kiss. He missed my mouth and we started laughing because it was not a good shot at all. I was glad he was not offended when I laughed, but he started to laugh to because he couldn't believe he blew it.
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<br />The first place I want to go is back to Disney World with Mike and Izzy. Disney World is an amazing place that really does bring the child in you back out, and I would love to see Izzy's face when she sees the characters and all of the wonder of Disney. The second vacation I want to take is a three week tour of Europe to see the history of the world and all of the neat architecture and landscapes that are over there. Three weeks is just enough to make a dent in what is there, but it will feed my </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >appetite</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > to adventure and see the world!</span>
<br /></span>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-2805344759926773522010-05-12T08:39:00.003-04:002010-05-12T08:48:04.713-04:00Gifts<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">What's a gift you gave yourself that has kept on giving?<br /><br />My favorite gift that I have purchased for myself and use for many things is my Cricut machine. I bought this in 2008 at the end of my time with migrant school as a reward for sticking it out and dealing with all of the crazy there. I use it to scrapbook, make posters, decorate my classroom and many other things. Yes, it was expensive at the time, and yes, it is much cheaper now, but I love my Cricut and would not be complete without it!<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCHe61TqKBzZsnwejlO-ZmA4OeE5ExKUD_VA9nUKOkjkkZsQ9kNRy1EpAmKgtsXY6mIY-CqodQoX3GCz-uHskpVar_yqbgBKot9olR3VlT4Mol0hG00SmckxqcSagAH0PWxUHe7ME0aU/s1600/A1-29-0001-2-Cricut-Machine.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCHe61TqKBzZsnwejlO-ZmA4OeE5ExKUD_VA9nUKOkjkkZsQ9kNRy1EpAmKgtsXY6mIY-CqodQoX3GCz-uHskpVar_yqbgBKot9olR3VlT4Mol0hG00SmckxqcSagAH0PWxUHe7ME0aU/s200/A1-29-0001-2-Cricut-Machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470364385040380082" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-65074826208099921592010-05-11T07:44:00.004-04:002010-05-11T07:52:07.705-04:00Game<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">If your life was a game what would it be called and why?</span></span><br /><br />If I had to pick a game that is already created and sold in stores, I <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfRouDJeBWIGSB-tsjjBKTnbI4M12orofSeFC6N0JcjwUilnrZwpuj2_CE-J20BGC-2P1Q_xc3kGcAOD4r6wd2oelnUYG7oRItVkMp1k7vLVnMpUfpYQ-X9kpRQ10k9Z7Z_7GMa9TvJ8/s1600/New+Picture.bmp"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfRouDJeBWIGSB-tsjjBKTnbI4M12orofSeFC6N0JcjwUilnrZwpuj2_CE-J20BGC-2P1Q_xc3kGcAOD4r6wd2oelnUYG7oRItVkMp1k7vLVnMpUfpYQ-X9kpRQ10k9Z7Z_7GMa9TvJ8/s200/New+Picture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469978767839208290" border="0" /></a>would go with Jenga or Kerplunk because both are about making the right choices so everything does not come crashing down. We live life on the edge and every choice we make has a direct effect on what will happen in the future and the present. Both games are about not having everything come crashing down and making the right move at the right time. If your not careful with Kerplunk, you can loose all your marbles and be left with a bunch of useless sticks!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-59350769019177377502010-05-11T07:36:00.004-04:002010-05-11T07:43:09.899-04:00Life Changer<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What is one event, good or bad, that changed your life forever?<br /><br /></span></span>One of the b<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPd5u4_Sks4uMtgeQ5FHyKIhovUp2JaPEcZW6Yq1-CYaL5FZYMhop_tC8ImpI5cNnvXq1ohk9E4nNzJFD_iXVtALelVC1EA6bU4k52BfORS8lJQjlUMxtbXpjF69-xMUqG9uUBvaKcZ5w/s1600/honey.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPd5u4_Sks4uMtgeQ5FHyKIhovUp2JaPEcZW6Yq1-CYaL5FZYMhop_tC8ImpI5cNnvXq1ohk9E4nNzJFD_iXVtALelVC1EA6bU4k52BfORS8lJQjlUMxtbXpjF69-xMUqG9uUBvaKcZ5w/s200/honey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469976536975774530" border="0" /></a>iggest changes in my life happened in 2003 when I met my future husband Mike at the factory I was working at. He pushed me to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">achieve</span> my goal of graduating from college with my degree in education, and he refused to marry me until I did so. He has pushed me to do things I would have given up on because I can be lazy and bullheaded when things do not go my way. We have had our fights, and still get on each others nerves about stupid things, but without him I wouldn't of achieved what I needed to. He is my rock, and I know that he will always be there to encourage and make me do what I need to do!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-83529777694927841962010-05-10T15:37:00.005-04:002010-05-10T15:47:58.252-04:00New Car<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">If you had to get a new car what would it be and why?</span></span><br /><br />If I had to get a new car I want to get a 2010 Chevy Traverse because it is roomy, not too big, and to put kids in car seats is fairly easy. They are sharp looking, and it is better than most of the vans we tried out. I also like the red with leather interior because it cleans up easy and looks nice.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVe56XVK3ooVQHZqMESXLrKI1E7BXJvW-zuFaTHy4MsEUnmKqwmO0d5qTuEbEreX3ttQ3hnFujLJ0w5XLgS2u6PsAhX3hP9i9ABsgzS04K9yY8uPkWSkATyNXChG1L6e2D4R_2o2LOzFg/s1600/4362648558_6b783c6ec3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVe56XVK3ooVQHZqMESXLrKI1E7BXJvW-zuFaTHy4MsEUnmKqwmO0d5qTuEbEreX3ttQ3hnFujLJ0w5XLgS2u6PsAhX3hP9i9ABsgzS04K9yY8uPkWSkATyNXChG1L6e2D4R_2o2LOzFg/s200/4362648558_6b783c6ec3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469729447093061346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, if we are talking dreams cars, I want a Candy Apple Red 1962 Chevy Corvette Convertible. These are just sweet cars and I like how the engine is in the back. I saw one of these when I was a younger kid and knew this is the car I want to get one day just to have and drive.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJUqLoWjAwJXi1HYKGqIkK7uOst02XGiVWXyEDy2_w6V4FuR-KO7wzboMEeXH94Kk8DYJ6loVYlvp50vOgMowq_7V68uMNBocTIC1o-TFDc1Ag5e8uYuMmD3n_Ifoq4Klezbwo8BHPfc/s1600/a_1962_Chevrolet_Corvette_Convertible.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJUqLoWjAwJXi1HYKGqIkK7uOst02XGiVWXyEDy2_w6V4FuR-KO7wzboMEeXH94Kk8DYJ6loVYlvp50vOgMowq_7V68uMNBocTIC1o-TFDc1Ag5e8uYuMmD3n_Ifoq4Klezbwo8BHPfc/s200/a_1962_Chevrolet_Corvette_Convertible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469730156008242466" border="0" /></a><br /></div>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-8273565093009862842010-05-07T11:29:00.003-04:002010-05-07T11:31:27.513-04:00The future<h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What are you looking forward to the most this year?</span></span></h3>I am looking forward to hopefully starting a family and finding a full time job as a teacher. If I do not find a job, then I will be going back to work on my master's in some field of education. I hope that things fall into place soon, because I would love to teach and be a mommy. Both of these have been my dreams since I was a kid and to have both come true would be a blessing!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-6069434065047166722010-05-07T11:26:00.002-04:002010-05-07T11:29:16.756-04:00Laughter<h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What advertisement makes you laugh every time you see it?</span></span></h3>My favorite commercial is the Diet Pepsi commercial when it shows things going bad for people, yet they are "alright". I laugh the hardest though when the guy flips the electric circuit on and the other guy fly's across the screen off the ladder. His hair is smoking when the get up close with him and when he says he is "fine" his words are smoking. Funny stuff!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-91959732938815817532010-05-05T07:35:00.002-04:002010-05-05T07:48:15.982-04:00Lesson LearnedWhat was a lesson you learned this year that changed you?<br /><br />The one lesson I have learned this year is that no matter what you do for people or an organization, eventually they will screw you over and make you feel like what you do means nothing. I wish people would see that knowing those you work with and getting along with them is not a bad thing, but a way to keep the peace and make them comfortable. I thought teaching and coaching were for me, but it seems that because I care it makes others uncomfortable. I guess I will have to learn not to care and pretend that no one is important to me or my career, or at least that is what I have to learn to pretend to do.~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-16450416980705488612010-05-05T07:25:00.003-04:002010-05-05T07:35:00.324-04:00Laughs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKRIDCJ9LyIQQyIgvDoLwO1y5aMoByCEGNMOGTq5ZOLo7qKOojgcwAWoR_gZOF6ZNKb_l18TWbRNP7sCLea66dsLvpNVVZAEoDEXSZuvxoZZZsZ2NWa2FGqfsnyk0d08ox77d-_ZTleI/s1600/IMG_1596.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKRIDCJ9LyIQQyIgvDoLwO1y5aMoByCEGNMOGTq5ZOLo7qKOojgcwAWoR_gZOF6ZNKb_l18TWbRNP7sCLea66dsLvpNVVZAEoDEXSZuvxoZZZsZ2NWa2FGqfsnyk0d08ox77d-_ZTleI/s200/IMG_1596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467747820785296802" border="0" /></a>
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<br />It doesn't seem that I have had that belly laugh that takes my breath away and I can't talk moment yet. I know it has to be coming, because Izzy will be home this summer and that kid always makes me laugh about something. Either the way she says something, her facial expression, or just Izzy being Izzy, it always makes me laugh. Kids do that!<o:p></o:p> ~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-69875748837444177512010-05-03T09:17:00.002-04:002010-05-03T09:22:47.056-04:00Car Ride<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Think of a car ride you took recently. What did you see? How did it smell? Did you eat anything as you drove there? Who were you with?</span></span><br /><br />The last major c<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6Ddz6By_pADljf1ch9OgsFYQYu6bdYiokOhMsPiGPGtHTBBfUC2Mxvhgf76wAUfDpiw-M0wftGW5q4CFMKEdQO4d8nMVleapU0W3WTyr58Rpfe64mFi-CPtLfw8tpjZs6HI5KN7Kgmg/s1600/blad.musical.wicked.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6Ddz6By_pADljf1ch9OgsFYQYu6bdYiokOhMsPiGPGtHTBBfUC2Mxvhgf76wAUfDpiw-M0wftGW5q4CFMKEdQO4d8nMVleapU0W3WTyr58Rpfe64mFi-CPtLfw8tpjZs6HI5KN7Kgmg/s200/blad.musical.wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467033547227311378" border="0" /></a>ar ride I took was with Katey when we went to see "Wicked" in Toledo. I realize this is not that big of a car ride, but with Katey and I the possibilities are endless! We went to the Franklin Park Mall and saw a guy who had no idea how to drive his new stick shift car (idiot!), and then drove around Toledo looking for Stranahan because I had a D.A. attack. We ate at a Mexican resturant because when a pregnant lady has cravings you just eat where she wants, and we had ice cream cause she wanted that too! Our little adventure was worth it because "Wicked" was awesome and we both enjoyed our night out to our selves.~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-43355245718346150902010-05-02T07:35:00.000-04:002010-05-02T07:38:12.017-04:00Changes at Home<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">What's the best change you made to the place you live? Post pictures!</span></span></h3>So far we have not really made any major changes that would change how our house looks. We put a new roof on, but it is the same color for the most part. We have updated the wiring in some of the house, and Mike built new steps and shelves for our cellar. My wishes are to paint our bedroom, Izzy's room and really update the kitchen with new counters, cupboards, and tile floor. But we need money to do that and we don't have it now. When we do some of these things I will post before and after pictures to show you progress made!~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-34738946167937567232010-05-01T22:55:00.003-04:002010-05-01T22:58:15.886-04:00Barbie-At My Age?!OK, so how sad it this? Walking through Walmart tonight I see the new Barbie for Toy Story 3 and I realize I have to have it. I am 27 years old and still freak out at a new Barbie that I need, no NEED! I talk Mike into getting it for me for Christmas because I have the one from Toy Story 2 and need this one to keep the collection going. 27-really? I am freaking out over a doll. It was really cool, and my hubby got it for after looking at me like a big dork!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWnDdphjj7Qvw8Uq0dE22NCDMv1lAhrf9AskkN_5BX7l77i84u_II4bLwNsVx0WukfrqJQFskKPDBfFJ_OpgKiljAzfOgia_8wfit6yod-hRqYx772ndOhGSNmdRQsaiBzqX5UEG5crk/s1600/0002708482003_AV_500X500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWnDdphjj7Qvw8Uq0dE22NCDMv1lAhrf9AskkN_5BX7l77i84u_II4bLwNsVx0WukfrqJQFskKPDBfFJ_OpgKiljAzfOgia_8wfit6yod-hRqYx772ndOhGSNmdRQsaiBzqX5UEG5crk/s200/0002708482003_AV_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466501551274943170" border="0" /></a>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-70416510604891964812010-05-01T07:57:00.007-04:002010-05-01T16:39:34.675-04:00Playing in the Park<span style="font-size:100%;">On Thursday Katey and I took the kids Addison, Matthew and Izaac (Chris and Angie's boys) out to play in the parks of Elmore. These three kids are so photogenic and I had a blast chasing them with my camera. Here are some of the pictures I took while playing and enjoying a </span><span style="font-size:100%;">warm spring evening.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIah-H0M6ZgNIPSdEbZnD1A45AFR9Cgt1Ip7EVP-pygrHktPfMpzsCciHd9333_T3p5i5wvzi7nLiw_ure-ig5Ch0aKzyckvt1Y2ZRFQvYBGQxQg_tAmutl993u2f9N04cVJmBLJ2Anis/s1600/IMG_3448.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIah-H0M6ZgNIPSdEbZnD1A45AFR9Cgt1Ip7EVP-pygrHktPfMpzsCciHd9333_T3p5i5wvzi7nLiw_ure-ig5Ch0aKzyckvt1Y2ZRFQvYBGQxQg_tAmutl993u2f9N04cVJmBLJ2Anis/s200/IMG_3448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466271408004210322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Kj5JdwAJ_hesItO62AcmUjz83qjq1-InmZ-3EzKGkfCgSzgsZv8rIE-yorVYq3AJRnJPmHd8z8IYZDyY9YXE4eJebYV1PK0hUozYWG9bwY0vr9KdN-O6Pk0JaZL7_4LiLbWd4WMLeQM/s1600/IMG_3349.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Kj5JdwAJ_hesItO62AcmUjz83qjq1-InmZ-3EzKGkfCgSzgsZv8rIE-yorVYq3AJRnJPmHd8z8IYZDyY9YXE4eJebYV1PK0hUozYWG9bwY0vr9KdN-O6Pk0JaZL7_4LiLbWd4WMLeQM/s200/IMG_3349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466271768814508530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMJmOTqjNEqD_AK21-caG-bp38uxg4Fw6kpkWrW-BKScciknUmosW17OPkC689tAwTKkCE-q3oV_kq9aHngOJ7wfmOjQAPUuiWfSwLNGKawUIea5PBS6_558qWgE9iZR7cwYXjLZtQUo/s1600/IMG_3444.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLW3kqoH0j0pjv1rP5k6nY1wVq6am-Xp_qBcpVrs6No5hS-kI76W1jDGaybfFhldze_Y6z6FFzWsFiBVx-R5ZQNGQ29xfFp3yJ3EKQYh3bM6jjua1PmF_VpGooV128L-SVZNiT3Pmnr60/s1600/IMG_3473.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLW3kqoH0j0pjv1rP5k6nY1wVq6am-Xp_qBcpVrs6No5hS-kI76W1jDGaybfFhldze_Y6z6FFzWsFiBVx-R5ZQNGQ29xfFp3yJ3EKQYh3bM6jjua1PmF_VpGooV128L-SVZNiT3Pmnr60/s200/IMG_3473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466270528779251458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMJmOTqjNEqD_AK21-caG-bp38uxg4Fw6kpkWrW-BKScciknUmosW17OPkC689tAwTKkCE-q3oV_kq9aHngOJ7wfmOjQAPUuiWfSwLNGKawUIea5PBS6_558qWgE9iZR7cwYXjLZtQUo/s1600/IMG_3444.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbMJmOTqjNEqD_AK21-caG-bp38uxg4Fw6kpkWrW-BKScciknUmosW17OPkC689tAwTKkCE-q3oV_kq9aHngOJ7wfmOjQAPUuiWfSwLNGKawUIea5PBS6_558qWgE9iZR7cwYXjLZtQUo/s200/IMG_3444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466272435722871378" border="0" /><br /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Kj5JdwAJ_hesItO62AcmUjz83qjq1-InmZ-3EzKGkfCgSzgsZv8rIE-yorVYq3AJRnJPmHd8z8IYZDyY9YXE4eJebYV1PK0hUozYWG9bwY0vr9KdN-O6Pk0JaZL7_4LiLbWd4WMLeQM/s1600/IMG_3349.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIah-H0M6ZgNIPSdEbZnD1A45AFR9Cgt1Ip7EVP-pygrHktPfMpzsCciHd9333_T3p5i5wvzi7nLiw_ure-ig5Ch0aKzyckvt1Y2ZRFQvYBGQxQg_tAmutl993u2f9N04cVJmBLJ2Anis/s1600/IMG_3448.jpg"> </a>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-83857222110649479322010-05-01T07:51:00.003-04:002010-05-01T07:57:09.943-04:00PeaceWrite about a moment of peace. An hour or a day or a week of solitude, the state of your mind? How did you get there?<br /><br />Oddly enough I had a moment of peace this morning when I woke up. It was starting to rain out and I still had the window open from over night, and then I heard thunder. I realized then I could lay in bed all day and listen to it storm because for me it is relaxing and a sound I love. Rain makes things clean again and I love the smell of a fresh rain. Also, I remember what a babysitter told me years ago as a kid: when it thunders God is laughing and when lightening strikes he is taking pictures. I realize that with wanting kids I need to find peace in little things, and the rain has always been a peaceful state of mind for me.~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-66894916238044930652010-04-30T21:11:00.003-04:002010-04-30T21:30:12.195-04:00A night outDid you have a night out with friends or a loved one that rocked your world? Who was there? What was the highlight of the night?
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<br />Last week I went out with a group of friends who are a newer addition to my life. It was a nice relaxing meal at Jed's with Stephanie, Amy, John, Terry, and Shannon. The best part was sitting there and just talking, and watching the guys harass the poor waitress the whole time. A night out with friends was a perfect moment for me to just relax and enjoy life.
<br />~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4961036239783987473.post-39318203236040826632010-04-29T07:41:00.004-04:002010-04-29T07:53:21.346-04:00Favorite BookWhat is your favorite book (fiction or non-fiction)?<span style=""> </span>What makes it so important to you?<span style=""><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s80hJrzXOOExAJhKZJO5I3LYDVkglxsqvdzQLPLUIXlN9_KS6yZprishVbDLzyXB7RMPr530BYIo-42op85DGIuI1zj2-fRoPdwf5bFdO7nacJ1tA7HBDNTEpx6NfEBB7GT_0UU9i_w/s1600/COVERS_B.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s80hJrzXOOExAJhKZJO5I3LYDVkglxsqvdzQLPLUIXlN9_KS6yZprishVbDLzyXB7RMPr530BYIo-42op85DGIuI1zj2-fRoPdwf5bFdO7nacJ1tA7HBDNTEpx6NfEBB7GT_0UU9i_w/s200/COVERS_B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465525800284039330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="">My favorite book is "Please Stop Laughing At Me". This book is the life story of Jodee</span><span style=""> </span><span style="">Blanco who was bullied from 5th grade through high school, and what she ended up doing w</span><span style="">ith her life to overcome it. This story had me in tears because of the awful things that her peers could sa</span><span style="">y and do to her. Bullying is such a big problem in schools now,</span><span style=""> and I don't think as parents/teachers/students realize the damage we are doing to those we are with everyday. I wouldn't say I was bullied in school, but I was picked on for </span><span style="">my weight and odd family life. Kids only do what they learn from home, so be loving and respectful to your children and then in turn will show to the world what you have taught them.<br /><br /><br /></span>~Candi~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970037589364029341noreply@blogger.com1