<?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-1746597932693147278</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:12:16.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silvesters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-2753701145954697340</id><published>2009-05-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:10:29.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>This school year just flew by and I was really sad to see it end.  This years group of students were so much fun and so pleasant.  They renewed my love of teaching and will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have 2 teacher days to get my room battened down for the summer and then I will spend the rest of the time getting ready for DC and Ohio and Atrion.  Lots going on this summer.  It's not really a vacation at all, just a different way of getting through the day.  I am really looking forward to a few days of sleeping in. Back to school on August 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-2753701145954697340?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/2753701145954697340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=2753701145954697340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/2753701145954697340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/2753701145954697340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-6361690677789600496</id><published>2009-04-30T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:46:13.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29th on the 29th</title><content type='html'>Curt and I just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary.  It is hard to believe that many years has gone by.  They have been busy and mostly good.  Here is a picture of the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SfopxlCX0bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bEYNYJgIEWY/s1600-h/IMG_2327blk8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SfopxlCX0bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bEYNYJgIEWY/s320/IMG_2327blk8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330619040678793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and am so grateful for the knowledge that we are sealed together and have the opportunity to be with each other for time and all eternity.  I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-6361690677789600496?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/6361690677789600496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=6361690677789600496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6361690677789600496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6361690677789600496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2009/04/29th-on-29th.html' title='29th on the 29th'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SfopxlCX0bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bEYNYJgIEWY/s72-c/IMG_2327blk8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-538129029699582521</id><published>2009-04-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:14:02.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Firsts...or 19</title><content type='html'>I am going to copy Laura, who copied from Ashley.  I think I like these things because I can talk about myself.  I just realized that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was you FIRST dance date? My first dance was the junior prom and I went with Doug Kennedy, who was also my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?  Doug (see above)was my first love.  He was killed in a hunting accident about 4 years after we graduated from high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FIRST time you got stitches?  When I was in 2nd grade, I was playing on the merry-go-round and slipped.  I slammed my chin into one of the poles and cut it open on the bottom.  I had to have 4 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your FIRST job?  Besides babysitting, my first job was working at Pasquales Pizza as cook/dishwasher/clean-up crew.  I think I made $2.35 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FIRST car? A 63 Ford Falcon.  My friends called it "Funky dude".  Part of the floorboard on the passenger side was rusted out, so if the floormat slipped and we drove through a puddle of water (common in Mississippi)the passenger got quite wet. :) Sometimes the brakes would go out and I would have to drive around the house before the car stopped.  And the transmission would get stuck in first gear and so I would be going 50mph in first gear.  It was an awesome car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? Like Laura, I don't text.  On my plan, texts are extra.  I still like email.  The first person to email me today was Mike, my friend in Middleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the FIRST person you thought about this morning?  It was probably Curt. He rattles around about 2 hours before any sane person would think about getting out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FIRST grade teacher? Mrs. Sherman, at Kinley AFB in Bermuda.  I have blogged about her before.  She is the one who made my teeth rattle by shaking me for talking in the playground line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST sirplane ride?  My first airplane ride was taken when I was 9 months old.  I was born in France, and my family was returning to the United States because Dad got transfered from France to Shreveport, Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your FIRST best friend and so you still talk?  My first best friends were sisters, Michelle and Laurie Griffin. They lived down the lane from me in Bermuda.  We just played so well together.  Their Dad got transfered to Boston about the same time my Dad got transfered to Tennessee.  We wrote each other for a while and then lost touch.  I would sure like to know what is up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was  your FIRST sleepover?  At Mickie and Laurie's house.  Michelle's nickname was Mickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to this morning?  Since Jake didn't have school today, I didn't see him before I left for work.  I did talk to the cat quite a bit, but the first person I talked to was Nikki Williamson when I walked into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in for the FIRST time? My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?  Took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?  July 8, 1972 - The Osmond Brothers - Houston, Texas.  Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FIRST trip to the hospital? When I was 3, I had my tonsils taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FIRST piercing?  When I was 13 yrs old, my best friend's mother pierced my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST foreign country you have ever been to?  That would be the one I was born in, France.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was your FIRST dentention?  My first detention was after I became a teacher and I kept a student for detention. That was 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was your FIRST toy?  Jake suggested this question as the 20th question.  The first toy I can remember was when I was 3 yrs old.  I got a Chatty Cathy doll,either for my birthday or Christmas.  It was one of the first dolls to have that string that you pulled and it would talk.  I loved that doll. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/Sd_EbUVQCHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SoSlWYDDFzY/s1600-h/chatty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/Sd_EbUVQCHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SoSlWYDDFzY/s320/chatty4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323189258168567922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-538129029699582521?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/538129029699582521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=538129029699582521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/538129029699582521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/538129029699582521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-firstsor-19.html' title='20 Firsts...or 19'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/Sd_EbUVQCHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SoSlWYDDFzY/s72-c/chatty4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-3929502559259232994</id><published>2009-03-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:39:53.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update and Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been a while since I have posted.  Many things have happened since then.  A recap - Laura had an emergency appendectomy, so I went for a week to Mississippi to help them while she was in the hospital and recovering.  It was nice to see where she lived and to be of some help with Carter while Josh took care of Laura.  That was the first full week of February.  Then there was Valentine's day, and my sweet husband sent me flowers and the nicest card that was ever written.  Then there was my birthday and turning 51.  I managed to be sick again, like I was last year.  But it was nice to have my family around and visit with them. Next was Atrion's ultrasound, where is was wonderful to see him kicking and poking and proudly displaying his gender.  Not a doubt that this baby is a boy. Then we had Nate's birthday (28) and Halle's birthday (4) and Jake's first high school track meet and then we had Spring Break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so many things I could have blogged about but didn't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Spring Break...Casey and Cody came to Twin Falls on Wednesday and we all looked after Halle because her Mom and Dad went to Las Vegas for a mini-break.  We played and watched movies.  She went to Jake's track meet on Thursday, which was chilly.  Jake threw a personal best and so is off to a good start.  Then, Cody took Halle back to Pocatello and dropped her off with Maddie (Meg's sister) and Casey, Jake, Curt and I went to Layton and spent the night.  We got up the morning of Friday, the 13th, and headed to the SLC airport.  Casey was catching a later flight and had to wait until 4 hours before her flight time before she could check her bag, so we left her at 10:30 to go through security and get to our flight.  Poor Casey, had to wait around the airport for an eternity.  We flew from SLC to Dallas and from Dallas to Nashville.  We picked up our rental car and found the hotel after many, many off course, turn arounds and finding our way back in a new city.  We did OK without GPS and some choice swear words.  We checked in and got something to eat and then waited around until it was time to pick up Casey.  Then we came back to the hotel and crashed.  The next morning we drove to Hernando.  It took about 3 hours.  We stopped a few times to stretch and get something to eat.  It was nice to finaly get to Laura's and out of the car.  Laura and Curt went and got crawfish and potatoes and corn.  Yum!  the crawfish were cooked just right.  There just was not enough of them. :((  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScZ_fmj1LII/AAAAAAAAAHo/24pYliOVsTg/s1600-h/100_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScZ_fmj1LII/AAAAAAAAAHo/24pYliOVsTg/s320/100_1522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316076591060954242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is a picture of Curt and Carter celebrating the Crawfish.  This is one of Jake.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaAH59jKpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_e1tOHb3MsU/s1600-h/100_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaAH59jKpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_e1tOHb3MsU/s320/100_1523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316077283463867026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think later on that evening, everyone was hungry again, so the guys went and got Popeye's chicken.  Sunday and Monday we rested and visited and then Tuesday we went out to Tunica to see the river and go shopping at the outlet malls.  We got some really good deals on baby clothes.  Here is a picture of us sitting on the veranda of the River Museum in rocking chairs.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaBJXSR9hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vSIOSe0RdgY/s1600-h/100_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaBJXSR9hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vSIOSe0RdgY/s320/100_1530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078408026945042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Memphis and Beale St. to find some world famous bbq.  The place we chose is called Pig on Beale and they are the grand champion bbqrs.  And they don't lie, because even though I am not a great fan of bbq, the food was really, really good.  Here is a few pics of the place and the food.  Get the ribs. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaDIlAkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mgzpcb_65ng/s1600-h/100_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaDIlAkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mgzpcb_65ng/s320/100_1540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080593554129730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaDIaBQz-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ARSvcVL3eTQ/s1600-h/100_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaDIaBQz-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ARSvcVL3eTQ/s320/100_1541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080590604259298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we went by Graceland and said hello to the King.  We didn't do the tour because although we like Elvis, we are not huge fans.  We headed to the zoo to meet up with Laura, Josh, Carter and Casey.  The zoo was fun.  Curt and I took the trolley ride around the park and so sometimes we were with the crowd and sometimes we weren't.  Here are some pics from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEjajXdjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KcEGsRw8tlE/s1600-h/100_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEjajXdjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KcEGsRw8tlE/s320/100_1564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082154115397170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEjEz_jEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GcLIes9E-yw/s1600-h/100_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEjEz_jEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GcLIes9E-yw/s320/100_1565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082148279553090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEii-W5mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4vjS-KyTiR4/s1600-h/100_1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEii-W5mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4vjS-KyTiR4/s320/100_1560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082139196221026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEiP7RwZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iHV086c93S4/s1600-h/100_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEiP7RwZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iHV086c93S4/s320/100_1558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082134083027346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEhpYBs5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c6ziueoeSj8/s1600-h/100_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScaEhpYBs5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c6ziueoeSj8/s320/100_1551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082123734627218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty worn out after the zoo so we went to another bbq place, but no one ordered bbq.  We had catfish - yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Curt, Jake and I headed back to Nashville and then caught our plane early Saturday morning and made it home around 6pm.  It is always nice to be home.  We came home to find that our furnace wasn't working and had to pay a weekend rate to change a relay switch. :(  but, we are warm :).  I love my family.  Nate, Meg and Halle came over to see us after we got home.  Halle had received lots of new shirts via Aunt Laura and me and the good deals at the outlet shops.  Halle put on a little modeling show and tried on all of her new clothes.  We had pizza and played scene it and visited on skype with Laura and it was nice.  I will be glad when we don't have to travel so far to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...back to work.  And I am grateful that I have a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-3929502559259232994?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/3929502559259232994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=3929502559259232994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/3929502559259232994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/3929502559259232994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-and-spring-break.html' title='An update and Spring Break'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/ScZ_fmj1LII/AAAAAAAAAHo/24pYliOVsTg/s72-c/100_1522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-7439531441794240549</id><published>2009-01-19T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:15:17.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Water</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am going to do what Casey did on her blog, just because I haven't blogged in a while and I have blogger's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Put Your iTunes/Ipod on shuffle ("My music" folder on comp on shuffle)&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say? "Black Dog" Led Zepplin  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?"Black Water" The Doobie Brothers  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?"Canon in D" Pachabel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?"Morning Has Broken" Cat Stevens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life’s purpose?"God Bless the USA" Lee Greenwood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?"Twist and Shout" The Beatles (heehee , not a bad motto)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?"The Way We Were" Barbara Streisand (yeah, we do reimenesce a lot)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?"Me and Bobby McGee" Janice Joplin (makes no sense at all) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?"White Christmas" Bing Crosby (I never knew I thought about it that much :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?"Let It Be" The Beatles ( you might as well) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?"Desperado" The Eagles (hahahahroflol)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like? "In My Life" The Beatles  (very fitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?"The Way We Were" Barbara Streisand(OK, I don't have enough songs on my playlists :() &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?"God Bless the USA" Lee Greenwood (I would like to be a blessings to someone) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?"Canon in D" Pachabel (a song that soothes my soul and moves me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?"Morning Has Broken" Cat Stevens (might be a difficult song to dance to, but I love it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?"Twist and Shout" ( nice choice, since it is also my motto, lol)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?"Desperado" The Eagles (what kind of hobby is that?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?"Let It Be" The Beatles (I guess I can't leave well enough alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?"White Christmas" Bing Crosby (A secret even from me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?"Me and Bobby McGee" Janis Joplin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?"Black Water" The Doobie Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-7439531441794240549?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/7439531441794240549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=7439531441794240549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7439531441794240549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7439531441794240549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-water.html' title='Black Water'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-39225824946818068</id><published>2008-12-06T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:40:11.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma X 3!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/STq43dYV08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EuQ1eRtDt-0/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276733176336995266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/STq43dYV08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EuQ1eRtDt-0/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you have read Casey's blog, you know our exciting family news. Casey and Cody are going to have a baby. The due date is July 12, 2009. So, if the baby is on time, I will be in Washington DC when he makes his appearance and probably won't see him in person until he is 3 weeks old. Wah!!!!! I love to hold those newborn babies and I sure wanted to be there to help Casey. I am so glad that their work schedule will make it easier for them to be with the baby and catch naps when they need it. I hope I will be able to be of some use to them when I return. After all, that is supposed to be the privilege of being the grandma, to be able to help with the newborns. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-39225824946818068?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/39225824946818068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=39225824946818068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/39225824946818068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/39225824946818068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-x-3.html' title='Grandma X 3!!!!!!!'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/STq43dYV08I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EuQ1eRtDt-0/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-5462967089711118752</id><published>2008-11-27T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:48:16.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SS-h4ViyxWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w0V_17rjm3E/s1600-h/christmas%2520tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273611677901964642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SS-h4ViyxWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w0V_17rjm3E/s320/christmas%2520tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving it officially over and so we can start singing Christmas carols and enjoying the season. The Christmas tree goes up today and the cat will be pleased because he really likes to sleep underneath it. I love to play the carols and have bayberry or pine scented candles going, and feel all warm and cozy in the house. I love to set up my nativity scene (which I bought in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) and just generally enjoy this time of year. We get to sing carols at church. I like that. I hope everyone has time to let the "reason for the season" sink in just a little deeper. Merry Christmas, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-5462967089711118752?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/5462967089711118752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=5462967089711118752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5462967089711118752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5462967089711118752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SS-h4ViyxWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w0V_17rjm3E/s72-c/christmas%2520tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-9205467446830657787</id><published>2008-11-22T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:53:55.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SShxBdnfCTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mSICIyP8pfg/s1600-h/jfk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271587633781213490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SShxBdnfCTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mSICIyP8pfg/s320/jfk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was 5 years old when President Kennedy was assassinated. I was at home with my Mom and younger brother and sister when the neighbor came running over and said to turn on the radio, that the President had been shot. We lived in Bermuda at the time and we didn't get TV until about 4 pm, so the radio was where we got "breaking news". I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I skipped down to the bus stop to meet my older brother and sisters and announced to them that the President had been shot. My brother responded, with some disdain, "Nuh-uh, that was Lincoln." and we argued about it all the way home. I don't remember much more except watching the funeral on TV. As, I got older I became interested in the detail surrounding the assassination and became somewhat of a conspiracy buff I guess. In the past 10 years, I have read many of his speeches. He had the power to inspire and I really think we would have avoided much of the Vietnam war and the turbulence of the 60's if JFK had gone on to serve a 2nd term. The following is an excerpt from one of his speeches that I have always loved:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived — yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children — not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women — &lt;strong&gt;not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often wonder what our world would be like if he had lived, much the way I wonder what would have been different had Lincoln lived to oversee Reconstruction. This day every year, I relfect on that and wonder if we will ever have "&lt;em&gt;peace for all time&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-9205467446830657787?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/9205467446830657787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=9205467446830657787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/9205467446830657787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/9205467446830657787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-were-you.html' title='Where were you?'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SShxBdnfCTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mSICIyP8pfg/s72-c/jfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-7593783990043096882</id><published>2008-11-06T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:39:09.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Next President</title><content type='html'>Well, we knew history would be made no matter what in this election. November 4th was a historic night for our nation. Record numbers of voters chose the first black president for the United States. John McCain's concession speech was gracious and eloquent. Barack Obama's acceptance speech was inspiring and even though I didn't vote for him, I had a lump in my throat after listening to him. This part especially, touched me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8th grade students were excited about this election. We spent the month prior to election day studying about the election and talking about the candidates and learning about the electoral college and what it would take to win. On election night they had the assignment to watch the coverage and keep track of the states and listen to the speeches. The next day they were excited to have history made in their lifetime and excited to understand that in 4 years they would be voters too and that Barck Obama would probably be running for re-election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their excitement is contagious. I have a lot of hope that positive changes can be made in our country. Barack Obama is a family man with strong moral values, an honest man with integrity. I could never say that about our last Democratic president. But Obama has my respect and support as long as he supports the Constitution. This is our system of government, the best in the world. He deserves every chance to do good for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America, land that I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-7593783990043096882?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/7593783990043096882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=7593783990043096882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7593783990043096882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7593783990043096882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-next-president.html' title='Our Next President'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-1986570284566885913</id><published>2008-10-29T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:41:33.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Laura's Tag Post</title><content type='html'>I just read Laura's blog and decided to post using the tags she had. They sounded fun. So, the 6th picture in the 6th folder in My Pictures is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262549534422223298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SQhU61wiScI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5GYNSJJOLoI/s320/butchdellfaye%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this one!  This is a picture of my older brother and two sisters, Butch, Dell and Faye.  It looks like it was taken Christmas of 1957, just two months before I was born.  My Dad was stationed in France and this picture is in the apartment they lived in.  Dell is holding the Dolly.  Wait, this can't be 1957, does Faye look like she is 3 years old?  Maybe she does...anyway, I have always thought this picture was of Christmas right before I was born. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the 8's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 favorite TV shows - The Amazing Race, Survivor, 2008 World Series of Poker, Friends, Seinfeld, Bill O'Reilly, Glen Beck, Cash Cab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things that happened yesterday - I caught a cold, Jake got his driver's license, I had 3 students for lunch detention, kept score at an 8th grade girl's basketball game against Declo that went into overtime, talked to Laura and Carter on Skype, joined the KLIX loyal listener club, emailed Jean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things I am looking forward to - getting over this cold so that I can sleep, Thursday when Casey and Cody get here and we babysit Halle, during fun Friday at school we are going to learn the zombie dance from Thriller.  Ever since I saw 13 Going on 30, I have wanted to learn that dance., Election Day, just so the suspense will be over, Christmas when Laura, Josh and Carter come home, spring break when we get to go visit in Mississippi, having more grandchildren, retirement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-1986570284566885913?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/1986570284566885913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=1986570284566885913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/1986570284566885913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/1986570284566885913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-lauras-tag-post.html' title='From Laura&apos;s Tag Post'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SQhU61wiScI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5GYNSJJOLoI/s72-c/butchdellfaye%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-6319428007293772178</id><published>2008-10-12T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:11:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those "get to know you" things</title><content type='html'>My Mom sent this to me through email and I figured it was a good enough thing to blog.  It is a good way to learn some things about people you know.  So, copy it and fix the answer to reflect yourself and post it on your own blog or in the comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (x )  Gone  on a  blind  date        (x )  Skipped  school        ( x )  Watched  someone  die        ( x )  Been  to  Canada        ( x )  Been  to  Mexico        (X  )  Been  to  Florida        ( X )  Been  on  a  plane        ( X )  Been  lost        ( X )  Been  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  country        ( x )  Been  to  Washington  ,  DC        ( X )  Swam  or  played  in  the  ocean        (x  )  Cried  yourself  to  sleep        ( X )  Played  cops  and  robber        ( x )  Recently  colored  with  crayons        (  x)  Sang  Karaoke        ( x )  Paid  for  a  meal  with  coins  only?        ( X )  Done  something  you  told  yourself  you  wouldn't?        (x  )  Made  prank  phone  calls        ( X )  Laughed  until  some  kind  of  beverage  came  out  of  your  nose        ( X )  Caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue        ( X )  Danced  in  the  rain        ( x)  Written  a  letter  to  Santa  Claus        (x  )  Been  kissed  under  the  mistletoe        ( X )  Watched  the  sunrise  with  someone  you  care  about        ( X )  Blown  bubbles        (x )  Gone  ice-skating        ( x )  Been  skinny  dipping  outdoors              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nickname:  Railerhouse, Tio, Munge&lt;br /&gt;       2.  Mother's  name?  Helen&lt;br /&gt;       3.  Favorite  drink?  icy cold coca-cola with a real cherry in it.    &lt;br /&gt;   4.  Body  Piercing?  Ears      &lt;br /&gt;5.  Tattoo?  No&lt;br /&gt;6.       How  much  do  you  love  your  job? a lot&lt;br /&gt;7.       Ever  been  caught  'in  the  act'?   almost&lt;br /&gt;       8.   Favorite  vacation  spots?  Diana's porch, Mom's swing, Faye's house, Boston&lt;br /&gt;       9.  Ever  been  to  Africa? only in the movies&lt;br /&gt;      10.  Ever  eaten  cookies  for  dinner?  Yes   &lt;br /&gt;11.  Ever  been  on  TV?  YES           &lt;br /&gt;12.  Ever  steal  any  traffic  sign?  Yes, I used to have a yield sign in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;      13.  Ever  been  in  a  car  accident?  Yes.      &lt;br /&gt;14.  Drive  a  2-door  or  4-door  vehicle? 4&lt;br /&gt;15.    Favorite salad dressing? 1,000 Island&lt;br /&gt;16.    Favorite pie?  boston cream&lt;br /&gt;17.    Favorite number?  8&lt;br /&gt;     18.  Favorite  Movie?  It changes, depending on my mood, but I would have to say the one I like to watch over and over is "While You Were Sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;      19.  Favorite  holiday? Thanksgiving, at least, the Thanksgivings of my past when it was just family, food and watching the Cowboys play football.  Before someone who shall remain nameless criticized my cooking, choice of food and pretty much everything about me.  Now holidays are only enjoyable when I have just my little family, because I never get to spend holidays with my Mom or my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;      20.  Favorite  dessert? chocolate molten lava cake&lt;br /&gt;     21.  Favorite  food? crab - steamed crabs, crab legs, crab cakes like you get in Maryland.....mmmmm crab (no imitation krab - yuk)&lt;br /&gt;    22.  Favorite  day  of  the  week?  Even though I like my job, I am always happy when Friday at 3:05 rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Favorite  brand  of  body  wash? Bath and Body Works Sweet Pea, or Lime Verbena     &lt;br /&gt;24.  Favorite toothpaste?  Crest&lt;br /&gt;25.  Favorite smell?  roses like from Grandma Van Noy's garden and ocean air or rain.  I love the way my kids smell when they hug me (except when they stink, right Laura?)&lt;br /&gt;26.  What do  you  do  to  relax ?  get my jammies on, get in the bed, watch TV, surf the net, play pogo, read, Guitar Hero is a good way to get your mind off other things.&lt;br /&gt;27.  Brothers &amp;amp; sisters?  Butch, Dell Faye, Junior and Diana&lt;br /&gt;28.  How do  you  see  yourself  in  10  years?  retired and grateful&lt;br /&gt;29.  Furthest place  you  will  send  this  message?  Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;30.  Who will  respond  first?  You only have to answer this one if you are going to email it.  I think Laura and Casey responded at about the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-6319428007293772178?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/6319428007293772178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=6319428007293772178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6319428007293772178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6319428007293772178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-those-get-to-know-you-things.html' title='One of those &quot;get to know you&quot; things'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-799463443501937001</id><published>2008-09-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:20:18.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th</title><content type='html'>First thing this morning, I put out the American Flag outside of our house.  Today is called Patriots Day.  September 11, 2001 is one of those defining moments of life.  You never forget where you were when you heard, and I will never forget the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach as events unfolded and I realized the extent of the tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked with my students about the day and showed a video of the events of the day.  They were barely 6 years old when it happened and really don't remember a lot about the day.  I think it is important to remember.  Remember what happened, and how our lives were changed forever.  Remember the sacrifice of all people who have died in order to insure our liberty.  And remember that freedom often comes at a high price, particularly to those who were directly affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks after 9/11, Americans came together.  Flags were flown, songs were sung, memorials were presented, money was collected, and we vowed that terrorism would not prevent us from living our lives with a sense of security and peace.  Since those first few months, we have splintered again, and some people even believe that our own government was responsible for those planes going into those buildings.  People who think that was dishonor those who died that day, particularly the policemen and firefighters who died doing their duty, and those on flight 93 who realized that unless they took control of that plane, hundreds more people would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold this day with particular reverence.  I personally knew two of the people who were on board flight 77, the plane that went into the Pentagon.  This day is a tribute to them and to all who had to sacrifice their lives through the cowardly acts of muslim extremists.  This day particularly, I pray for our country.  I pray that God will bless our country and countinue to allow us the freedoms and liberties we have heretofore enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land of the free, home of the brave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-799463443501937001?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/799463443501937001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=799463443501937001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/799463443501937001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/799463443501937001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-11th.html' title='September 11th'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-5191875102368991945</id><published>2008-08-31T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:48:29.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Dedication and a New Stake</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, August 24, was the dedication of the Twin Falls Temple.  The day before that was the youth cultural celebration which Jake took part in.  I got to watch the performance and hear President Monson bless the youth of the region.  I was so grateful that my son was part of the celebration and a recipient of that blessing.  Jake has quite an eventful week.  He went on a 50 mile hike with his scout troop and got home Friday morning in time for a few hours rest and then off to dress rehearsal for the cultural celebration.  They got home about 9:30 that night and then were up early saturday morning to practice, practice, practice, until the acutal performance for the prophet.  President Monson and President Eyring were there and the youth put on a wonderful performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we  were at the 9am session for the temple dedication.  We got to watch the cornerstone ceremony and participate in the Hosanna shout.  It was a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today at church we were told that a new stake was being form,  the Twin Falls South Stake, of which our ward will be a part.  we will have a stake conference at the new Twin Falls Stake Center on Spetember 14th.  Then a new stake center will be built next spring off of Orchard Drive.  Until then, we will use the old stake center on Maurice Street as our stake center.  It is exciting to see how Twin Falls is growing spiritually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-5191875102368991945?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/5191875102368991945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=5191875102368991945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5191875102368991945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5191875102368991945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/08/temple-dedication-and-new-stake.html' title='Temple Dedication and a New Stake'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-7167874066343145402</id><published>2008-08-29T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:45:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally got my grades for my 2 master's classes I took this summer.  A's in both!  Yay!!  I guess I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-7167874066343145402?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/7167874066343145402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=7167874066343145402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7167874066343145402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7167874066343145402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/08/as.html' title='A&apos;S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-6913405474755879923</id><published>2008-07-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:51.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly and Gettysburg</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been home for a week from Philly and Gettysburg and I leave tomorrow to go to Ashland University in Ohio to begin my master's classes. It remains to be seen how well this old brain can function. I had a great time in Pennsylvania and learned a lot. If you are ever in Philly make sure you go to the National Constitution Center and go through the permanent exhibit. It is just awesome. Here are some pictures of me in Gettysburg. The one at the right is with Dr. Gabor Boritt, who is the nation's leading scholar on Abraham Lincoln. The other one is me at Little Round Top - "Meade held the high ground"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDIRnKkbcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WumtlYV84vc/s1600-h/100_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224395772646419906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDIRnKkbcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WumtlYV84vc/s200/100_1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDCMTdG0UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tnjo6bNG6V8/s1600-h/100_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224389084386349378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDCMTdG0UI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tnjo6bNG6V8/s200/100_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gettysburg was full of reenactors because it was the anniversary of the battle. It was really neat to walk down historic downtown and see all of these people in period clothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Philly, we stayed in the historic district. I have lots of pictures from that one too, so I will show a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDG7YG-RSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sqQR66jC-J8/s1600-h/100_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224394291136054562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDG7YG-RSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sqQR66jC-J8/s200/100_1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a nice picture - the liberty bell with Independence Hall in the background. We asked the guide if Nicholas Cage actually got to go up into the bell tower and he said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDHllJl48I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GkTzvj-Sr9M/s1600-h/100_1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224395016191206338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDHllJl48I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GkTzvj-Sr9M/s200/100_1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the memorial in front of the tomb of the unknown soldier in Washington square. I really liked the quote "Freedom is a light for which many men have died in dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDI-Tv5_nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1PcL3xumRF0/s1600-h/100_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224396540528426610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDI-Tv5_nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1PcL3xumRF0/s200/100_1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is the Graff house, sometimes called the Declaration House. This is where Thomas Jefferson drafted the Declaration of Independence. The houses are so narrow becaused they were taxed on how much frontage they had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Philly and Gettysburg I was again impressed with what a blessed country we live in. The liberties and freedoms, first expressed in the Declaration of Independence, then guaranteed by the Constitution, are what made the sacrifice at Gettysburg so important. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"...It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;God bless us and God bless America. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-6913405474755879923?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/6913405474755879923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=6913405474755879923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6913405474755879923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6913405474755879923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/07/philly-and-gettysburg.html' title='Philly and Gettysburg'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SIDIRnKkbcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WumtlYV84vc/s72-c/100_1266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-8082586274357837001</id><published>2008-06-23T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:51.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumbo - it's whats for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SGAkKaBxoGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2iXikWog0SA/s1600-h/100_1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215208129699094626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SGAkKaBxoGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2iXikWog0SA/s200/100_1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum!  Chicken, sausage, shrimp, okra and all kinds of seasonings.  This is one of my very favorite things to eat.  Normally, there would be crab claws in there too, but they are out of season right now.  Gumbo is the Swahili word for okra, so it truly isn't gumbo unless you have the okra.  I don't make this very often, but every once in a while nothing else will satisfy my taste buds.  We usually have this Christmas Eve.  When Nate and Meg were engaged we invited her over on Christmas Eve for some gumbo.  She got confused as to what it was called and when her Dad asked her what she was going to do Christmas Eve, she said "Going to Silvesters for some guano." (bat poop)  Nowadays, we call it guano as much as we call it gumbo.  However, this is a very tasty soup so I imagine it taste nothing like guano.  You must also have some rice to serve it over, and some crusty bread (I like baugettes the best) to serve with it.  Anyway, we are having some tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-8082586274357837001?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/8082586274357837001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=8082586274357837001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8082586274357837001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8082586274357837001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/06/gumbo-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Gumbo - it&apos;s whats for dinner'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SGAkKaBxoGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2iXikWog0SA/s72-c/100_1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-7767135710407668120</id><published>2008-06-20T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:51.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214049460895277042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFwGXAX63_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nsYYv2WrDdk/s200/Beck08.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFwFc0rWgnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MrKPxijnqjM/s1600-h/061308-beck_728x90.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I disagree with Glenn Beck over public schools, there are a lot of things I do agree with about and more importantly, he really cracks me up. So, I saw an election sign on Lance's blog, so I thought I would post my own. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-7767135710407668120?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/7767135710407668120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=7767135710407668120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7767135710407668120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7767135710407668120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/06/election-08.html' title='Election &apos;08'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFwGXAX63_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nsYYv2WrDdk/s72-c/Beck08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-2099921443846160895</id><published>2008-06-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:52.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFQjNhxPEDI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rdm8AS0Jwxc/s1600-h/Roy+AF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFQjNhxPEDI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rdm8AS0Jwxc/s200/Roy+AF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211829384084656178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day is tomorrow and is always a bittersweet day. My father passed away 15 years ago and I miss him. I wish he could be here to know his grandchildren and great grandchildren. He was a funny loving guy and someone you could talk to. He was a retired Air Force veteran. I remember talking to him on the phone when I was at BYU and he asked me how my money was holding out. I told him that my debts were all paid but there wasn't much left over and he said "Not even a quarter to buy a candy bar with?" and we both laughed. A few days later, I got a card from him with a quarter taped in it. He did those kind of little things that could always cheer you up. I could always count on him to stick his finger in my ear when I was pouting to which I would always respond " Da-ad!!" He would never let me sass my mother. He was hardworking and I always knew that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFQiJOTVgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/x6H7KrUjhps/s1600-h/dad%26pheasant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211828210627870722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFQiJOTVgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/x6H7KrUjhps/s200/dad%26pheasant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you Daddy.  Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-2099921443846160895?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/2099921443846160895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=2099921443846160895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/2099921443846160895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/2099921443846160895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SFQjNhxPEDI/AAAAAAAAADU/Rdm8AS0Jwxc/s72-c/Roy+AF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-3474665420648774227</id><published>2008-06-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:38:28.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relections on a particulary difficult school year</title><content type='html'>Well, my summer break officially began on June 4th at 2:30pm.  I must congratulate myself for getting through this 2007-2008 school year without a) seriously injuring a student and b)resisting the tempation to take up alcoholic beverages or mind altering substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 130 students and approximately half of them were underachievers and intent on doing anything other than schoolwork while at school.  We lectured, we rewarded good behavior, we had parent/teacher conferences, we had parent/teacher/student conferences with the principal thrown into the mix most of the time.  We gave detention, we gave fun Fridays, we had after school tutoring, morning tutoring, lunch detention, lunch tutoring...it just didn't seem to matter what we did, we just weren't getting through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I lectured these kids and got onto them about proper behavior and treating each other with respect, and all the eye rolling and huffs and puffs in response, I thought the school year would never end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach with the best group of teachers you could ever ask for.  Each of us has a different teaching style and usually each of us can reach a different group of kids and nuture them and we have some positive experiences along the way.  That wasn't happening with these kids and it really wasn't until the last week of school that we finally realized that we had done some good along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the positive things that comes from having this kind of year is that you learn so much about truly effective discipline.  The other good thing is that you realize that this type of class doesn't come around very often. Thank goodness for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers get very little respect in the United States.  Constantly on talk radio, public school teachers are bashed, particulary by people like Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity.  They dislike all teachers because of the teachers union.  They want choice in public education.  They have never seen a group of dedicated teachers who truly want the best for the students go through a school year like the one I just went through.  And on that subject, I have an opinion I would like to share about choice and the voucher system particularly.  If you pass legislation that would give vouchers to parents to take their children to any school, public or private, then you are also going to have to give those vouchers to parents who homeschool their children.  I know many families who successfully homeschool their children and who would continue to do so.  The problem comes in when parents in the lower socioeconomic bracket discover they can get a lot of money for their children if they educated them at home.  That will induce a lot of parents who are ill qualified and undereducated themselves to pull their children out of school in order to boost the family income.  What you will end up with is whole generations of people with little or no education.  Crime, unemployment, and a welfare state will result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public education in the US has its problems, yes, but it still allows a good ecucation for all of its people, even insures it.  Those who want to change it need to think the process through very carefully and work all consequences of change before they alter it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-3474665420648774227?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/3474665420648774227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=3474665420648774227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/3474665420648774227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/3474665420648774227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/06/relections-on-particulary-difficult.html' title='Relections on a particulary difficult school year'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-81529299187950349</id><published>2008-05-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:24:05.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, too</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I posted that I am going to borrow Casey's list and post my version.  I like doing these kinds of things.  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? ....................bookbag&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other?......................computer chair&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?....................................brown...ish&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? ................................. dear&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?.................................. missed&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?.......................... hugs&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?........................confused&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink...........................Coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal?..............................eternal family&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in?..........................sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;11. Your children?................................brilliant&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?................................... car crash&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years........... retired&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night?...................home&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not?............................. fashionable&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins...................................... poppyseed&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items?.................debt free&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up?.......... Bermuda, Tennessee, Houston, Picayune&lt;br /&gt;19. What you read last........Narrative of a Revolutionary War Soldier&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?........................ lounger&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV?.....................................50 in plasma&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets?.........................kitty asleep on the heating pad&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer? .............................. outdated&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?........................routine (and I like it like that)&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?...................................anxious&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone?.............................The Van Noys&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car?....................................minivan&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing?................shoes&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite Store?.............................. amazon.com&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?.....................studious, which is my kind of fun&lt;br /&gt;31. Like someone?................................many people&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?.........................dandelion yellow&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you laughed...............over dinner (Curt and Jake are funny)&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?..............well, off and on since Laura left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-81529299187950349?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/81529299187950349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=81529299187950349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/81529299187950349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/81529299187950349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-too.html' title='Me, too'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-6723327245426217254</id><published>2008-04-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:52.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SAgNPiRX3OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6YimBeWFluc/s1600-h/jamesmadison.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413131093368034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SAgNPiRX3OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6YimBeWFluc/s200/jamesmadison.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since April 1st I have been on pins and needles waiting to see if I was going to be accepted to some institutes and other things I had applied for to further my teaching expertise. :)) You know, most studies show that the more a teacher knows about the subject she teaches, the more effective she is. That being said, I have always tried to find workshops and institutes that will help me in that endeavor. In the past I have gone to institutes on state constitutions, Lewis and Clark, the Civil War, and Thomas Jefferson. This year, I applied to the James Madison Memorial Fellowship. This is a foundation that is dedicated to strengthening Constitutional content in schools and encouraging teachers to focus on the Constitution in their classrooms. They offer a fellowship that pays up to $24,000 to obtain a Master's degree in constitutional studies and they also sponsor a 4 week summer institute in Washington DC on the Constitution of the United States. They accept one teacher from each of the 50 states per year. This year, their fellow from Idaho is..me! I am so excited to begin my Master's Degree in American History and Government. I just received word this week that I was accepted. You should have heard me yelling and screaming in the teacher's lounge, lol. It is a great honor, to be sure, and I feel very humble and grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have some other fun things to do this summer. I also learned this week that I have been accepted to a one week institute on Abraham Lincoln held at Gettysburg, sponsored by the Gilder-Lehrman Institute of American History, and a one-week institute on the Declaration of Independence and the American Revolution held in Philadelphia., sponsored by the National Endowment for the Humanities. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SAgNiCRX3PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o7SdtDlGqBg/s1600-h/independencehall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413448920947954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SAgNiCRX3PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o7SdtDlGqBg/s200/independencehall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I love trodding the places where our nation was formed and where crucial events took place.  I will take lots of pictures and let you in on some of my experiences. After the school year I have had, I am looking forward to these experiences with great pleasure.  History rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-6723327245426217254?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/6723327245426217254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=6723327245426217254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6723327245426217254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6723327245426217254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/SAgNPiRX3OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6YimBeWFluc/s72-c/jamesmadison.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-6887606846297611112</id><published>2008-03-29T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:54.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7ys2WHI9I/AAAAAAAAABc/D-auti8flNg/s1600-h/P3130042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183347073466442706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7ys2WHI9I/AAAAAAAAABc/D-auti8flNg/s320/P3130042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7ytmWHI-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Lmr050DLXms/s1600-h/P3140102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183347086351344610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7ytmWHI-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Lmr050DLXms/s320/P3140102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yt2WHI_I/AAAAAAAAABs/GWl2mjNfjqg/s1600-h/P3150119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183347090646311922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yt2WHI_I/AAAAAAAAABs/GWl2mjNfjqg/s320/P3150119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yumWHJAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A2pyMe1oFSE/s1600-h/P3150125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183347103531213826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yumWHJAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A2pyMe1oFSE/s320/P3150125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yu2WHJBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/n-AYRJc03KQ/s1600-h/P3160152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183347107826181138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7yu2WHJBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/n-AYRJc03KQ/s320/P3160152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break was last week but things have been so hectic I just haven't had a chance to post about it. I went to Texas/Mississippi to visit family and Jake went to Germany, Austria, Lichtenstein, and Switzerland. He had a great time and experienced the old and majestic places of these countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture(above) is in Vienna, Austria and is the palace of Marie Theresa. The 2nd picture is the students in Munich in front of one of Hitler's favorite speech making places, You can see Jake's smiling face in the center of the group to the left of the red haired girl. The 3rd picture is a sculpture in the Dachau concentration camp, representing the way the Nazis stacked the bodies. Jake said this was a very solemn place and everyone whispered. The 4th picture is the famous Glockenspeil in Munich. The last picture is Neuschwanstein Castle (taken through a bus window).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71xmWHJEI/AAAAAAAAACU/i6ihCYXMaug/s1600-h/P3180215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350453605704770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71xmWHJEI/AAAAAAAAACU/i6ihCYXMaug/s320/P3180215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71xGWHJDI/AAAAAAAAACM/zELOYVvGF3w/s1600-h/P3180214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350445015770162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71xGWHJDI/AAAAAAAAACM/zELOYVvGF3w/s320/P3180214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71w2WHJCI/AAAAAAAAACE/xZTsiJlTZ0w/s1600-h/P3170202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350440720802850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71w2WHJCI/AAAAAAAAACE/xZTsiJlTZ0w/s320/P3170202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71yWWHJFI/AAAAAAAAACc/xH3AeoXNwJc/s1600-h/P3170212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350466490606674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71yWWHJFI/AAAAAAAAACc/xH3AeoXNwJc/s320/P3170212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71ymWHJGI/AAAAAAAAACk/yMwg2DRkEMM/s1600-h/P3120031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183350470785573986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-71ymWHJGI/AAAAAAAAACk/yMwg2DRkEMM/s320/P3120031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next group of pictures are some of Jake's favorites. The lion sculpture is the Dying Lion of Lucerne and Jake said it was really cool. It is a monument to Swiss soldiers who died in the French revolution. The next two pictures are of the Alps, which I think are magnificent. This last picture is of the McDonald's in Vienna. Jake was impressed with how upscale it seemed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went off to Mississippi and didn't bring a camera. But I had a great time. My sister Faye, picked me up at the Houston airport and then we drove to Mississippi. We talked and sang Beatles songs and ate pita chips. We met up with Mama at about 7:30pm at the Hollywood casino where Mom had us a room. The wind was blowing so hard that our hair was standing straight up as we got out of the car. We had some dinner and then Faye and I watched "No Country for Old Men" while Mom tried her luck at the games. The movie was really good, but quite chilling. Javier Bardem definitely deserved his Oscar for his performance. The next day we went to the Island View in Gulfport, where we stayed two nights. My sister, Diana, came over and spent time with us and we went to her house for a while. Diana has the most serene and peaceful porch and it is so nice to sit there and rock and look at the water. We sang some hymns and had some good visits. We went back to the Island View and ate. I had some really good fried green tomatoes - yum. The food was really good there. Faye and I watched movies both nights - Charlie Wilson's War (I enjoyed Phillip Seymour Hoffman's performance in that one) and Atonement. Faye liked that one better than I did because she had read the book. We also got to watch the first two installments of John Adams on HBO. I don't have HBO, so I will have to wait until it comes out on DVD to watch the rest of it, but what we saw was really good. Faye and I went back to Texas on Thursday. We got to Denham Springs and ran into stalled traffic because of a wreck, so we pulled off and found an antique village where Faye hit bank on some bells and owls. When we got to Houston, Joey was there. Joey is Faye's son and the first nephew and is just the sweetest and best guy you could ever want to know. We had some dinner from Lupe Tortilla's, and visited with Bob when he came home and then we crashed. We were both tired out. On Friday, Faye treated us to a massage that was awesome. Then we visited with Louise, Layla and Joey at their house. I also got to meet Louise's Mom, Sally, and her sister Michelle and Michelle's daughter Alex and a nephew, Andrew. This was my first meeting with Layla, my great niece, who is two. She is a cutie and we had a lot of fun getting her to tell us things and playing with her toys.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-77s2WHJHI/AAAAAAAAACs/wMxokpPea2U/s1600-h/Layla2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183356969071092850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-77s2WHJHI/AAAAAAAAACs/wMxokpPea2U/s320/Layla2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the five of us. (If I had only had my curling iron, I wouldn't be quite so scary in this picture). We went home that night and had left overs and Faye and I watched "The Painted Veil" which Diana had recommended. It was a good movie, but we couldn't figure out where the name came from. The next morning, very early, Faye took me to the airport and I was home and walking in my door by noon, at which time I put on my pajamas and went to bed. lol It was a great time away, but as always, it is nice to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-6887606846297611112?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/6887606846297611112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=6887606846297611112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6887606846297611112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/6887606846297611112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R-7ys2WHI9I/AAAAAAAAABc/D-auti8flNg/s72-c/P3130042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-8401220339419305431</id><published>2008-03-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:54.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NIyWDOH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/bhQ2D_F-aLI/s1600-h/babynate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175560426528579538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NIyWDOH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/bhQ2D_F-aLI/s320/babynate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NIymDOH-I/AAAAAAAAABU/-_ym4oj7x6I/s1600-h/natecop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175560430823546850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NIymDOH-I/AAAAAAAAABU/-_ym4oj7x6I/s320/natecop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NH22DOH7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-_WUchO8IWE/s1600-h/babynate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby boy is 27 years old today. I hope he has the best day ever and knows how much I love him. I am just so very proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NH3mDOH8I/AAAAAAAAABE/pP_384FEI6w/s1600-h/natecop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out how to make these pictures go where I want them to in this blog so it looks kinda goofy.  But that is Nate when he was 4 months old.  He was such a chunk.  And then that is Nate when he was 25 years old and just graduated from POST.  He is the best police officer in Twin Falls and I am not just saying that because I am his Mom.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-8401220339419305431?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/8401220339419305431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=8401220339419305431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8401220339419305431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8401220339419305431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-nate.html' title='Happy Birthday Nate!'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NIyWDOH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/bhQ2D_F-aLI/s72-c/babynate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-922321718547131703</id><published>2008-03-08T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:55.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Turning 50</title><content type='html'>I have been 50 years old for over a week now and it's not so bad. I think I had a harder time adjusting to being 40. But 50 has been easy. My family made it very easy by treating me so specially. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my birthday, February 28th, I went off to work as it was a Thursday, thinking "just one more day and the kids will be here and I will get to see everyone." My students found out it was my birthday so throughout the day I got sincere birthday wishes and some smart aleck 8th grade remarks about how ancient I was. My friends and colleagues brought me gifts which are always fun. Arlinda gave me lottery tickets and I won $25.00. Still, it was a long day and I looked forward to going home. Since the kids were coming home, I had a bit of tidying up to do. I get home and see Laura's car in the driveway. "Oh goody" I think to myself, "She came a day earlier". I walk in and not only Laura but Casey as well yell "Surprise!" They had sneaked into town the night before and stayed with Nate and Megan. After I left for work, they came over, Megan, too and cleaned my house from top to bottom. I was so surprised and so grateful. My girls are just the best. If I had not received another gift, I would have been well pleased to have such a great birthday gift. But, the fun was just beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curt and I went out to eat that night with the Danzie's. They are good friends from our ward and Jeanette has her birthday on February 29th, so we go out to eat around our birthdays. the girls were exhausted from cleaning the house and then recleaning it after Halle and Carter got through with it, so I got them chinese food from Peking. After Curt and I got home we visited for a while before we all were ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, Cody and Josh came and I think they got there about the same time as I got home from work. Curt cooked us all dinner and we had some good visits. We played guitar hero and sat on the couches in the front room. I had to give in a go to bed around 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I woke up to the sound of Carter telling the names of everyone in the family picture I have. It is a very sweet way to wake up, he has such a cute voice. We did various things until around 5pm when we all met up at Jaker's. We made the hostess mad at us right off thebat, but after that it was good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9M_7GDOH4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Oi-6M49vJPg/s1600-h/jakers1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175550681247784834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9M_7GDOH4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Oi-6M49vJPg/s320/jakers1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we had ordered, Laura requested some help in the corner of the room and asked me not to look. So, Cody and I chatted while the others helped with the project. When they were done, they asked me to pop some balloons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NAm2DOH5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0OLRY6TnlXo/s1600-h/ballonsmom.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NAm2DOH5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0OLRY6TnlXo/s1600-h/ballonsmom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175551432867061650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NAm2DOH5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0OLRY6TnlXo/s320/ballonsmom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I did and everytime I popped a balloon, 20 dollar bills fell out! I was stunned! After I got them all popped, I had about $800 dollars! Then Laura tells me that all of my family had pitched it to contribute to "Get Munge a Big Screen TV Fund" I was stunned! I couldn't believe it. So, we ate dinner and then went TV hunting. The girls part was done and the guys stepped up. I have two incredible sons-in-law plus two great sons. Curt and I kinda wandered around, but these guys knew about TVs. Megan too, she knew what kind of resolution to look for and something else that I had no clue about. She had been looking around already so she knew where to go. We tried Walmart first because, after all, they do have the lowest prices. (but I really hate Walmart) and naturally, they didn't have the TV I wanted in stock. So, we went to Best Buy and found a really nice 50 inch TV that everyone agreed was a good buy. Josh told me about getting a HD dvd player to go with it. Nate and Curt and Josh got the manager to knock the price down a bit. The guys loaded it up, took it home , set it up and we all watched it. It is awesome and every time I look at it, I think of all the special people who made it happen and feel so totally undeserving and very grateful for people who love me. I have the best Mama and best sisters and brothers and especially the very best sons and daughters, whether they are born to me or by marriage. So, being 50 has started off great and it will be a birthday I will always remember. :)) And, I must say, I have the most wonderful grandchildren that ever walked the earth. Just look at this picture and dare to tell me I am wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NDKWDOH6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/H4PFkEBdMA0/s1600-h/funnykids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175554241775673250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9NDKWDOH6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/H4PFkEBdMA0/s320/funnykids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-922321718547131703?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/922321718547131703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=922321718547131703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/922321718547131703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/922321718547131703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-turning-50.html' title='On Turning 50'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R9M_7GDOH4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Oi-6M49vJPg/s72-c/jakers1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-7940007823413409301</id><published>2008-02-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:18:48.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniqueness...hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Well, there isn't a lot about me that is really unique, other than the fact that there is no one exactly like me anywhere.  I do remind people of someone they know, so I must look like a lot of other people.  Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in France, which makes me unique among family and friends, but not particularly to the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like raw oysters.  The best oysters I have ever eaten was the summer of 06 in Virginia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the very top part of Monticello, which most of the public isn't allowed to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 6 different colleges before I finally got my bachelors degree....in 3 different states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-7940007823413409301?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/7940007823413409301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=7940007823413409301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7940007823413409301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/7940007823413409301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/02/uniquenesshmmmm.html' title='Uniqueness...hmmmm'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-8974392029993373039</id><published>2008-02-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:55.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Braves!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R7uVTOoJGlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1_grWmNGW1k/s1600-h/javy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889154914294354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R7uVTOoJGlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1_grWmNGW1k/s320/javy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me at all, you know that I love baseball, particularly the Atlanta Braves. I am so excited for the season to start this year because my favorite player, Javy Lopez, is back with Atlanta.  Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-8974392029993373039?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/8974392029993373039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=8974392029993373039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8974392029993373039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8974392029993373039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-braves.html' title='Go Braves!!'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyYitL7mkcA/R7uVTOoJGlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1_grWmNGW1k/s72-c/javy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-5974311549927160118</id><published>2008-02-19T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:46:58.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Memories</title><content type='html'>These memories are supposed to be from before I got married, right? That was a long time ago, but OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My father was stationed at Kindley AFB in Bermuda, and I went to school there from 1st grade to 3rd grade. Before I started school, I chatted with my friends about who our teachers would be and we were all excited to go to school like our older siblings. My Mom walked me down to the bus stop, but the bus took a long time to get there, so she went back to check on my little brother and sister. In the meantime, the bus came and I got on, hoping it was the right bus. My mother came back to make sure I got on the bus and when she saw I was gone, she called my Dad and asked him to check and make sure I got to school ok. When I got to school, a lady read my name tag and told me to get in line "over there". So I got in the line she indicated. My friend was in the line next to me and we knew we were supposed to be in the same class. I thought she was in the wrong line and she thought I was in the wrong line. We got to class and did some preliminaries and then the teacher took roll. She asked if there was anyone who's name she didn't call and I raised my hand. As she was trying to figure out where I was supposed to be, my Dad and the base commander (I think) walked in the classroom door. When they hadn't been able to find me in my class they were afraid something awful had happened. I was happy to see my Dad and didn't realize that they had panicked somewhat until Mom told me "the rest of the story" Anyway, that was my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This one also has to do with school in Bermuda. My older sister, Faye, was learning how to use quotation marks in school. She was a fourth grader and I was in first grade. I thought quotation marks were really cool, so the next day as we were doing adding and subtracting, I put quotation marks around all of my numbers. I was so happy to be able to use quotation marks! When I got my paper back, graded, there was a big, red &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;on the paper and all of those quotation marks were circled. The teacher, (whose name was Mrs. Sherman and she must have been old and ready to retire, with no sense of humor left) was disgusted that I had put those on my paper. Well, it was the first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; I ever received and I just knew I was going to fail first grade because of that, so I cried for the rest of the day. When I got home and showed the paper to my Mom, she laughed and told me not to use quotation marks anymore and Faye told me I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a lot of memories from Bermuda. We lived at one time, in a two story yellow house. We occupied only the top story. The bottom story was some kind of storage place. There was a balcony that we could play on. It was a cool house. There was a banana grove across the street, which I was deathly afraid of because my brother told me there were spiders as big as your hand in there. Anyway, when our parents would go out of an evening and leave us kids at home, my older brother and sisters came up with cool games, which I only got to be involved in because I threatened to "tell" if they didn't let me play. We played "Murder in the Dark" and other scary games. Then my brother devised a really fun game. We took a white sock and fashioned it into a kind of ghost effigy thing. We put some twine around its neck. Our house was close to the street and we had a window overlooking the street. My job was to watch for cars that turned down our street and say "Victim!" Then my brother and sister would fling this ghost thing out of the window at hopefully the right time to land in front of the windshield of the driver and scare the pants off of them. Did we think we might be doing something dangerous? NO. We just thought it was fun to scare people. We made a couple of cars swerve and had great fun. We play the game a few times until we threw the ghost out in front of my Dad. He was really mad, we all got spanked and that was the end of the ghost game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The summer after 7th grade in Houston, Texas was probably one of the funnest. I had a new best friend, Frances Campbell. I still keep in touch with her. One time, we went bike riding round to see who we could see. Frances wanted to take a shortcut, so she took me over to a catwalk that spanned a canal. Well, I am afraid of heights, always have been. The catwalk was only about three feet wide. Frances just rode her bike right across it, turned around and said "Well, come on." I told her no way. She called me a scaredy cat and I agreed. There were other kids there too that we didn't know and they were running back and forth on that catwalk, not at all concerned that if they fell, they would fall about 30 feet.. There was no water in the canal. So, Frances left her bike on the other side, walked back across the catwalk and rode my bike across and I crawled on my hands and knees across. That was really scary. The summer after 7th grade was when we saw the Osmonds in concert there in Houston. Frances and I would talk for hours and hours about all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The summer after 10th grade, I went to Houston to visit Frances. We had moved to Mississippi. Frances and her Mom were going to Mexico to visit relatives and they invited me to come along. My first trip that I can remember to a foreign country. We drove to Monterrey, where her relatives live. They were all so very nice and she had a cute cousin. Frances' Mom decided she wanted to go to Guadalajara. The three of us, plus two of her cousins made the trip. To get from Monterrey to Gudalajara, you have to drive over the mountains. We were beginning to come down the other side of the mountains when the car broke down. This was a road less traveled and there was not much traffic. And this was way before the days of cell phones. A truck came by and he gave us a lift back to the nearest town and we were going to stay the night there, but there were only two motels and they were both full. Frances's Mom had us get on a bus that was heading back toward the car and the bus dropped us back at the car and we stayed the night in the car. It was raining and we could hear rocks falling. When lightening would flash, we could see this huge boulder and we just knew it was going to come tumbling down that mountain and smash us. Well, we made it through the night and when dawn broke, we saw that the huge boulder was actually a big bush, so we felt a bit foolish. A truck came by and I think Frances's Mom rode with him to get a tow truck. We stayed with the car and amused ourselves by clearing the road of all of the rocks that had fallen down during the night. We finally got the car fixed and the mechanic's wife made us something to eat. That was one of the best meals I ever ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-5974311549927160118?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/5974311549927160118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=5974311549927160118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5974311549927160118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/5974311549927160118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-memories.html' title='5 Memories'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746597932693147278.post-8713338382911643934</id><published>2008-02-18T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:52:48.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First One</title><content type='html'>This blogging stuff looks like fun so I thought I would try it too.  Right now, it looks a bit more complicated that I thought, so it may be a while before it looks like something you might want to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1746597932693147278-8713338382911643934?l=theresasilvester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/feeds/8713338382911643934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1746597932693147278&amp;postID=8713338382911643934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8713338382911643934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1746597932693147278/posts/default/8713338382911643934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresasilvester.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-one.html' title='The First One'/><author><name>munge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07785347177920292711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkl_zMmxR8/TkA4HrxnEII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_FnqGiXg37k/s220/Jake%2Bgraduates%2B007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
