<?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-19913802</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:53.879-07:00</updated><category term='&quot;Magdalene Sisters&quot;'/><category term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>My Two Cents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-5508241359476362441</id><published>2007-08-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:58.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were a Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RrdyxLIU4JI/AAAAAAAAACg/VhJOXBKEFQs/s1600-h/your_imagefinal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RrdyxLIU4JI/AAAAAAAAACg/VhJOXBKEFQs/s400/your_imagefinal.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095667692519874706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I revised it to make it more my color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RrOjuLIU4II/AAAAAAAAACY/if944TSRRVU/s1600-h/your_imagebest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RrOjuLIU4II/AAAAAAAAACY/if944TSRRVU/s400/your_imagebest.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094595617143185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of organizing my place, I more productively simpsonized myself.  You can do the same here: http://simpsonizeme.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-5508241359476362441?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5508241359476362441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=5508241359476362441' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5508241359476362441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5508241359476362441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-were-simpson.html' title='If I Were a Simpson'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RrdyxLIU4JI/AAAAAAAAACg/VhJOXBKEFQs/s72-c/your_imagefinal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-3326599435798741465</id><published>2007-07-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T05:34:11.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>We have now been in Dublin for the last three days and are enjoying the slightly slower pace of travel.  We also splurged on hotels the last two nights and have spent a good deal of time catching up on sleep and appreciating private, hot showers.  We have three more nights in Dublin, but will be staying in a hostel for this last leg of the trip.  While here we are planning to go to the Jameson Distillery, take a day trip to an area outside of Dublin (not sure where yet), see the Book of Kells at Trinity College, and see Riverdance before we part ways.  The night life here is also great.  We have planned on getting home at a reasonable hour the last three nights and still we find ourselves getting in no earlier than 2am.  There are so many fun and interesting people here, you just can't seem to get to bed before then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip with Katie ends Wednesday when she flies home and I fly to London.  I am then going to spend two days in the city hopefully catching a Shakespearean work at the Globe and visiting a museum or two.  Then I hope to catch a red-eye on standby Friday night to get in a little earlier. (Mom and Dad call me so we can arrange this).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip has been amazing.  Seriously the coolest things I have ever done by far, but we are hitting that wall.  I can't wait to not have to drag around my suitcase, to shower in my own shower, and to not drop a ton of money everywhere I go.  So, a few more fun days in Dublin and London and then happily home again.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-3326599435798741465?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/3326599435798741465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=3326599435798741465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/3326599435798741465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/3326599435798741465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-2342381066555682842</id><published>2007-07-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:57:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Has Been Flying By!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how quickly this trip is passing by, though I will be happy to come home in little over a week.  I am going to briefly recap everything we have done since my last post, but I am tired so forgive the incoherent rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Galway we headed to a small town called Cahersaveen located in the Ring of Kerry.  On our full day there we rented bikes again, (much more comfortable seats), and rode all around the countryside.  We were able to explore the ruins of a really cool old castle that we just climbed around at our own risk.  It would never happen in the US but it was awesome.  We then hiked around a fort that was built between 50 B.C. and 300 A.D.  It was really amazing.  The sites here are fantastic but really the scenery is what just pushes it over the top.  So incredibly beautiful.  And somehow for the most part the sun follows us and it just rains on our travel days.  We have really had a blessed trip thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cahersaveen we took a bus through the Ring of Kerry that was beautiful but quite nauseating.  It took us to Killarney.  We visited some of the local pubs this evening, and met some nice people... and a few kind of creepy ones. (Ask Katie about that one!)  Our full day in Killarney was the best yet!  We woke up with the intention of riding horses through Killarney National Park, but after getting up extra early to do so we were informed that they were all booked.  Disappointedly we made reservations for the following day then found a plan B.  We were advised to go up to the Gap of Dunloe.  We were bused up to the lakes where we were given an hour and a half boating tour of the many beautiful lakes in the Ring of Kerry.  We then were dropped off at one side of the Gap for lunch before we were to take a three hour hike to the other side.  As we finished our lunch this leperchaun-looking man that was missing his front tooth approached us and asked if we would be interested in riding horses through the gap for €20 less than the riding in the park would cost.  A little apprehensively we followed him down this hill where we found a family in two carriages ready for a tour and two additional horses that were needing riders.  It was unbelievable that they had randomly brought two extra horses along to make a little more money and they just happened to approach us.  So off we went up this very steep and beautiful climb.  (So thankful we didn't have to walk.)  The ride was fantastic.  Not only did we get to run the horses riding English style, but it was probably the most beautiful place I have ever seen.  The ride lasted around 2 hours and was quite possibly the coolest thing I have ever done.  Seriously, look up Gap of Dunloe to get and idea of what we did.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That evening we went to the annual Killarney Horse Races and Katie won the first two races she bet on.  I however did not.  Sorry mom, your horse just didn't pull through.  We also ran into one of the guys we had met the night before.  Daniel, who will hence forth be know as Danny Boy, introduced us to his friends.  Were starving at this point because we had unfortunately only eaten some chips (fries to you Americans) because the burgers we bought were the most disgusting things we had ever tasted and then threw away.  SO we grabbed a bite and later met up with Danny Boy at a cool night club that is oh so different from anything we have in the US.  Great Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the next morning we woke up incredibely sore from the horses and a little grouchy.  We traveled on to Cork and were met by pouring rain.  Our luck had run out.  After grabbing some food we did a little shopping and I decided investing in some cheap rain boots was a must.  I was so excited and comfortable once I put them on.  However, as my Irish luck would have it, it hasn't rained since.  I feel that Cork owes me a pint personally, but whatever. I guess I should be happy with the blue skies, and ten more pounds to carry in my suite case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we of course woke to sunny skies and took a city tour of Cork.  Mehhh... it was alright, kind of drab but we finish the day off with the Blarney Castle.  Blarney was really cute and quaint... exactly what you "tink" of when you "tink" Ireland.  And we did it...We kissed the Blarney Stone.  Supposedly we are now more elloquent speakers, but in truth we probably have just acquired some nasty lip fungus.  It was really nice up there and I was left feeling a little better about the Co. Cork, seeing as this is where most of my ancestors are from and I wasn't really feeling it.  So, tonight we plan to catch a later dinner and hopefully some more Irish music, and hopefully Irishmen to snog (for you mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head for Kilkenny for a night and then back to Dublin for four more days!  Post again soon.  Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-2342381066555682842?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/2342381066555682842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=2342381066555682842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2342381066555682842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2342381066555682842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-has-been-flying-by.html' title='Time Has Been Flying By!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-8719550713374562472</id><published>2007-07-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:48:43.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud to be from Galway!</title><content type='html'>Well we are spending our last evening in Galway tonight, and we are sad to go.  After leaving Sligo a bit disappointed (the scene at karaoke was just not for us) we feared some of Ireland was not going to measure up as we had hoped that it would.  However, Galway has completely turned things around.  Yesterday we shopped a good deal of the day and found some amazing things. (Family be excited, I got you some awesome stuff).  We then spent a fantastic night out listening to a local rock band that had hints of Irish flare. (The Rye if you want to look them up.  Bought a CD so I'll share when I get home).  It was a really cool scene at a popular pub called the King's Head.  There were tons of people out, and lots of locals which seemed so odd for a Wednesday night (as all of you know I don't go out on Wednesday nights).  I was informed by this young redheaded local that "our kind are going extinct!"  Our kind being redheads... he was hilarious and he also suggested that we go to GPO after the concert was over.  So we stopped by.  It was a really young, huge club, and it was 80's night.  The Irish love 80s music... it's great!  So we had a pint and went crazy on the dance floor for about three songs, and then utterly pooped out and went home.  It was really fun but too crowded and too much dry ice.  Yeah, we're old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a bus to a ferry to get out to the Aran Islands.  It was beautiful out there and very cool.  We rented bikes and rode around the island.  Sounded fun, and for the most part it was, except for the fact that the bikes had hard seats and horrible shocks so we are really sore in unmentionable places.  We got so sore and tired at one point that we walked down to the white beach and took a nap in the sand.  It was just what we needed, so we rode back to drop off the bikes rejuvinated and happy for our day's adventure.  Tonight we plan to have some food and enjoy the music and scene of the bar/pub that is directly across from our hostel.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention how centrally located our hostel is.  The main area of Galway is all of these shopping streets with restaurants and pubs that are pedestrian only.  It is where everyone goes.  It is also where our hostel is. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now... Off to the Ring of Kerry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh almost forgot... We heard an Irish man say "top of the mornin'" and genuinely mean it.  So it is true!  It's not a made up phrase used only on St. Paddy's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, love you all.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-8719550713374562472?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/8719550713374562472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=8719550713374562472' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/8719550713374562472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/8719550713374562472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-proud-to-be-from-galway.html' title='So Proud to be from Galway!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-9017127488660560299</id><published>2007-07-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:52:21.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall and Katie Checking in from Sliiiiggggooo!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I will explain the Sligo pronunciation in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since the last time I checked in I have met up with Katie and we have already been having an amazing time (just in Dublin thus far, but 2 weeks still to go).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to  recount our last two days for you to paint the clearest picture (for you Mike) and really because the entire town of Sligo shuts down at 6 and we have some time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright---&lt;br /&gt;    We began our afternoon together by having lunch and a pint at Saint John Gogarty's Pub.  There was lovely traditional music and really good Irish stew.  We then strolled around Dublin (saw the castle, Grafton St.) but wound up right back in Temple Bar at Saint Gogarty's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were approached by two English soldiers on holiday before flying back to Iraq within the hour.  I (Kendall) was told I was the "bee's knees" by one and said I was June and he was Johnny.  Nice enough, but glad they were headed out.  Shortly after, British boys: rocker Liam (looked a bit like Gallegher), James (who will thus be referred to as Legolas- he was a bit elf-like) and sweet Sean.  Stupidly we asked what Britain thought of Americans, and Liam informed us that mostly they thought that we were really dumb.  He consoled us however by saying that he believed that we in fact were "really, REALLY dumb."  Though they were sort of teasing we had some good political talks and discussed our lack of exposure to the world view.  After hanging out a bit we called it an evening around 9 or 10.  Hats off to Katie.  She trucked on through the day despite the fact that she had just flown in and hadn't slept in over 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day in Dublin was one for the books.  We began by taking the Dublin bus tour around town about 10 times.  We are actually considering appyling for jobs as guides being that we know everything about Dublin and we might not want to leave...ever.  Amidst our touring we shopped at O'Connell Street, stopped at the beautiful Arlington Hotel (where Bill Clinton stayed) and toured their immaculate restroom facility, took the Guinness tour and had a pint of the perfect Guinness from a 360 glass atrium overlooking Dublin.  We then planned to conclude our day at the Jameson whiskey distillery but they closed just before we arrived.  (Going to earn our whiskey tasting certificates on our way out July 20th).  We then had dinner, regrouped and then headed back to our favorite pub, St. Gogarty's for some live Irish music and chilling out.  Not what was in store for us however.  As if my prayers were answered--- (earlier that day I said to Katie that it would be great if a team of Irish athletes would come into a pub and just hang out with us)--- in walked 8-10 guys in crazy hawaiian and disco themed shirts.  They approached us shortly after and what do you know, they were actually Irish!  As we continued to talk to them we found out they were wearing the shirts as a mourning of the loss of their hurling championship match the day before.  There are too many details to recount on here, we'll tell you when we get back, but highlights of the evening...&lt;br /&gt;    1. Attmpting dance to traditional Irish music, following the locals.&lt;br /&gt;    2. Celebrating the county victory of the Sligo football team with one of the team   members that was friends with the hurlers.  (We did this by shouting Sllliiiiigggooo in a way that you really have to hear to understand).&lt;br /&gt;    3. Comparing our white, freckley arms and realizing that Katie and I are actually whiter than the Irish.&lt;br /&gt;    4. Basically joking, laughing, and singing until the wee hours of the mornin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that so can't do it justice, but we have a ton of great pictures and videos that we will share when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we plan to karaoke in Sligo and hopefully continue to celebrate the football (soccer) victory.  WE have been instructed to go in to any and all pubs and say "We heard that the Nester Cup has returned after 32 years and we have come to see it!"  Apparently the folks of Sligo will love this.  We'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-9017127488660560299?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/9017127488660560299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=9017127488660560299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9017127488660560299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9017127488660560299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/kendall-and-katie-checking-in-from.html' title='Kendall and Katie Checking in from Sliiiiggggooo!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-9118052724213703446</id><published>2007-07-07T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:20:25.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Little Time</title><content type='html'>Sorry for lagging on posting for the last days.  I have been traveling non-stop (and have been to some pretty remote places, without internet- or at least not accessible to me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have seen some amazing places but haven't nearly had the time that I need to really even get a taste of life in these regions.  However I am making many mental notes as to places I'd like to return to. (i.e. Salisbury and Pembroke, Wales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recap so you can get a sense of what the last almost week has held for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, July 4th- Flew into London. Was exhausted. Caught my bus after waiting for 2 hours.  Rode the bus for another 2 hours to Salisbury.  Caught a cab.  Was taken to the Old Mill Hotel not the Old Mill House. Took another cab to the correct place and then basically slept the rest of the day, with small breaks for a decent English meal.  I was actually relieved that my B&amp;B was pretty remote because I didn't feel guilty for sleeping the whole time.  Also met some interesting people, but I will tell about them when I get home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, July 5th- Bused from Salisbury to Pembroke, Wales.  Took nine hours.  My cabbie informed me it was a three hour drive.  Ahh well, what can you do?  Pembroke was beautiful. I was dropped off at a medieval castle (where Henry VIII's dad was born) with my two heavy suitcases, as the wind howled, and I couldn't get ahold of a cab company.  Luckily I was able to go into this horse race betting place and get the guy to call me a cab.  My B&amp;B this time was fantastic.  Short walk to the beach, though the weather wasn't great this night, but I got down there the next morning and it was a beautiful sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 6th- Beach in Pembroke in the morning then caught the ferry to Ireland in the afternoon.  As always I managed to get the weird middle-aged man on board to not leave me alone. (This time he was Welsh).  He started out nice and just chatty but a few Guinesses into the four hour voyage he became more flirtatious and more obnoxious.  More than anything I was embarassed because his flirtations were loud and drawing attention even though I was attempting to give him the cold shoulder.  Wasn't much I could do as I was stuck on the boat!  Nah, it wasn't that bad, just annoying.  However his buddies bought me a little sheep stuffed animal as a trophy for having survived his incesant talking.  All in good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for Katie to be here though.  Fine on my own, but it will be nice to have someone to talk to that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went down to the beach near where I am staying in southern Ireland.  I also helped the family I am staying with chase the cow into the field.  I made it into town this afternoon and have been walking around shopping.  I don't know if I am feeling sensitive, but some of the people here are not as friendly as I had hoped.  Maybe it is just Wexford.  Nevertheless, I am anxious to meet Katie in Dublin tomorrow.  Going to head back soon, and take some cough medicine I picked up from a local pharmacy.  Don't feel too bad, just have this annoying cough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be keeping up with the blog a little better from now on because I think the hostels are more inclined to have internet for guests.  We'll see.  Alright, post again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am having a wonderful time, just a little tired now and for some reason have seemed to focus on all the negative.  There are lots of wonderful stories that I don't have time to tell right now but I will when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-9118052724213703446?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/9118052724213703446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=9118052724213703446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9118052724213703446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9118052724213703446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-little-time.html' title='Finally a Little Time'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-5740672976707215476</id><published>2007-07-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:44:52.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Good Stuff!</title><content type='html'>Alright, once again it has been a while.  Quick update...  First trip to Europe with students was a success.  Condo purchased and moved into, thanks to some wonderfully efficient movers!  (Thanks again moving crew!  I am so appreciative of all of your help!)  Finally, I am about to take off for Europe again tomorrow.  I will be gone for 25 days in England and Ireland, and I hope to post frequently to share all of my adventures with you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back July 28th!  See you all then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-5740672976707215476?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5740672976707215476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=5740672976707215476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5740672976707215476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5740672976707215476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-much-good-stuff.html' title='Too Much Good Stuff!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-6990488390011103721</id><published>2007-05-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:58.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Margot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEncCxRQVI/AAAAAAAAACI/us3ng7Wbonw/s1600-h/Queen+Margot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEncCxRQVI/AAAAAAAAACI/us3ng7Wbonw/s400/Queen+Margot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066874418501861714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To cement a partnership between Protestants and Catholics in France, Margot de Valois (Isabelle Adjani) agrees to an arranged marriage to Henri of Navarre (Daniel Auteuil). Although she's a staunch supporter of Henri, she's not a loyal wife and takes up with a Protestant lover (Vincent Perez). During the St. Bartholomew's Night Massacre, she helps her lover escape, setting off a chain of events that alters their lives and the course of history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this movie.  It was definitely complex because of the plot and all of the twists and turns, but having some prior knowledge of the subject I was able to figure out what was going on and this further clarified my understanding of St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre.  Though this movie is based on Alexander Dumas' novel about the events surrounding this period, and there are creative liberties taken, the general story is based in fact.  It was definitely more risque than most movies I am used to, but I felt that it was done in a very artistic rather than distasteful way.  It simply depicted the violence and debauchery of the time in a realistic manner.  If you are interested in watching the film, I would recommend reviewing the topic a bit to best enjoy the film.  (Wikipedia: Catherine de Medici, Henri of Navarre, Margot de Valois, Charles IX, Henri III, House of Guise, St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * * .5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-6990488390011103721?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/6990488390011103721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=6990488390011103721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6990488390011103721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6990488390011103721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/queen-margot.html' title='Queen Margot'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEncCxRQVI/AAAAAAAAACI/us3ng7Wbonw/s72-c/Queen+Margot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-6768499268762162513</id><published>2007-05-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:58.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEnOCxRQUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZtAk2fmEWnY/s1600-h/Mrs.+Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEnOCxRQUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZtAk2fmEWnY/s400/Mrs.+Brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066874177983693122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grieving widow Queen Victoria (played imperiously by Judi Dench) withdraws into sadness for years, until plainspoken manservant John Brown (Billy Connolly) disrupts her mourning. Their friendship grows, resulting in personal and political ramifications for both. Funny, exquisitely shot and featuring sparkling performances, Mrs. Brown brilliantly portrays the woman behind an empire and the man who helped her live again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this film though I struggled to watch it all in one piece.  It was not a long movie but I kept trying to watch it as I was going to bed, and continuously fell asleep.  Once I finally buckled down and watched it, I really liked it.  Judi Dench and Billy Connolly were really great and the story is intriguing.  It definitely inspired me to learn more about Queen Victoria, who was not even mentioned in our text book despite the fact that she has the longest reign of all English monarchs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-6768499268762162513?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/6768499268762162513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=6768499268762162513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6768499268762162513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6768499268762162513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/mrs-brown.html' title='Mrs. Brown'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RlEnOCxRQUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZtAk2fmEWnY/s72-c/Mrs.+Brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-6457850386985108461</id><published>2007-05-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:13:24.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Clip as You Await More Movie Posts</title><content type='html'>Thought this was adorable!  Had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=2230770&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D359125%26cache%3D1%26fr%3D&amp;imUrl=http%253A%252F%252Fvideo.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Fplay%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526vid%253D359125%2526cache%253D1&amp;imTitle=funny%2Bdog%2Bin%2BTaiwan&amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=c2FkeWVu&amp;vid=359125' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-6457850386985108461?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/6457850386985108461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=6457850386985108461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6457850386985108461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6457850386985108461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-clip-as-you-await-more-movie-posts.html' title='Fun Clip as You Await More Movie Posts'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-2146119941040773983</id><published>2007-05-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:44:43.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Someone Explain This to Me?</title><content type='html'>Alright so I am a country music fan.  And I am also a fan of Brad Paisley, but his newest song baffles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4JFul5Ff50"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4JFul5Ff50" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?  How does this disaster happen?  Like country or not, this is shameful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't understand what he was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you take a sip&lt;br /&gt;In this smoky atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;You press that bottle to your lips&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was your beer&lt;br /&gt;In the small there of your back&lt;br /&gt;Your jeans are playing peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey that gives me an idea&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out of this bar&lt;br /&gt;Drive out into the country&lt;br /&gt;And find a place to park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to check you for ticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the perfect little path&lt;br /&gt;Out in these woods I used to hunt&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry babe I've got your back&lt;br /&gt;And I've also got your front&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd hate to waste a night like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you safe you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;The only thing allowed to crawl all over you when we get there is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know every guy in here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would like to take you home&lt;br /&gt;But I've got way more class than them&lt;br /&gt;Babe that ain't what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to check you for ticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know where one might be&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of place that are hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;I gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see you out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to check you for ticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sure like to check you for ticks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-2146119941040773983?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/2146119941040773983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=2146119941040773983' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2146119941040773983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2146119941040773983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-someone-explain-this-to-me.html' title='Can Someone Explain This to Me?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-5093112738453819605</id><published>2007-05-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:58.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl With a Pearl Earring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoRJAnf0TI/AAAAAAAAABc/ybtDKZ-rI_4/s1600-h/girl_with_a_pearl_earring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoRJAnf0TI/AAAAAAAAABc/ybtDKZ-rI_4/s320/girl_with_a_pearl_earring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060375977786331442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, inspiration is found in the most surprising places ... or people. In this cinematic adaptation of the best-selling novel of the same name, Scarlett Johansson stars as Griet, the young housemaid with a hidden appreciation for art who becomes the muse of Dutch master painter Johannes Vermeer (Colin Firth), famous for capturing the luminosity and grace of women in their domestic setting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am a fan of both Scarlett Johansson and Colin Firth, this movie was pretty slow and boring.  My understanding is that the novel the movie is based on is an historical fiction of the possible story behind Vermeer's painting.  The story was intriguing in that sense, but it just didn't draw me in.  I did however appreciate the cinematography as it successfully captured the look and feel of Vermeer's Dutch genre art, as well as 17th century Holland.  Overall though, it was just pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * *  */2 (that is 2 1/2 stars)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-5093112738453819605?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5093112738453819605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=5093112738453819605' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5093112738453819605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5093112738453819605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-with-pearl-earring.html' title='Girl With a Pearl Earring'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoRJAnf0TI/AAAAAAAAABc/ybtDKZ-rI_4/s72-c/girl_with_a_pearl_earring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-763091264531404847</id><published>2007-05-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Ralph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoL2wnf0SI/AAAAAAAAABU/THBO-9XAX-k/s1600-h/saint+ralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoL2wnf0SI/AAAAAAAAABU/THBO-9XAX-k/s320/saint+ralph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060370166695579938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ralph (Adam Butcher) is a typical teenager with atypical questions, the largest of which concerns his mother. She's fallen into a coma, and the 14-year-old has set his sights on winning the 1954 Boston Marathon in a makeshift barter with God to make his mother well. His teacher, Father Hibbert (Campbell Scott), wants to encourage his dream, but in doing so, he goes up against the reserved, ever-realistic Father Fitzpatrick (Gordon Pinsent)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is fantastic!  Kasey selected this one, but I had to post about it.  It truly captures you from the very beginning because of the awkard adolecsent, Ralph.  He warms your heart through his honest and apology-free approach to some very difficult situations that he faces.  I have not been this inspired to truly root for the main character since Rudy.  I was seriously cheering at the tv (as quietly as possible so I didn't wake Kasey) because I was that into it!  Now it may be hard to believe that very few movies make me cry, but it really is true. Even drawing a single tear is a huge feat for a film.  Yeah, with "Saint Ralph" I was sobbing... I think the most I have ever cried in a movie.  SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-763091264531404847?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/763091264531404847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=763091264531404847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/763091264531404847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/763091264531404847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/05/saint-ralph.html' title='Saint Ralph'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjoL2wnf0SI/AAAAAAAAABU/THBO-9XAX-k/s72-c/saint+ralph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-2547709693670324327</id><published>2007-04-30T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:38:19.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is Having a Hickey!</title><content type='html'>There you have it folks.  The secret to a happy life declared on a license plate frame I saw today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, the pain and suffering I could have avoided all of these years.  If only I had known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-2547709693670324327?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/2547709693670324327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=2547709693670324327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2547709693670324327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/2547709693670324327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/happiness-is-having-hickey.html' title='Happiness is Having a Hickey!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-5284797196911509420</id><published>2007-04-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:59.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man for All Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjV1IAnf0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJD9TgET7yQ/s1600-h/A+Man+For+All+Seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjV1IAnf0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJD9TgET7yQ/s320/A+Man+For+All+Seasons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059078536885686546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Henry VIII (Robert Shaw) seeks approval from the aristocracy to divorce his wife and marry Anne Boleyn, Sir Thomas More (Paul Scofield) finds himself caught between a murderous king and the powerful Roman Catholic Church. Richly crafted with spectacular period details and a fine supporting cast, director Paul Zinnemann's drama swept the Oscars for 1966, winning six golden statuettes, including Best Picture, Best Actor and Best Director."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say for the average, non-history-nerd, it might be pretty boring.  However, as the European history lover that I am, I really enjoyed this film.  Last summer I read an historical fiction that dug into the life and perspective of Anne Boleyn (some true, some creative interpretations, but well researched).  And also having covered England's break from the Catholic Church in AP Euro, I knew quite a bit around the story of Henry VIII.  An aspect of the period that I was not fully clear on was the experience of Sir Thomas More.  This film does an excellent job of depicting the pressures, difficult choices, and ultimately fatal stance of this man of the church.  Bottom line, if you have any interest in this period and controversy, this film does a really good job of conveying the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-5284797196911509420?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5284797196911509420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=5284797196911509420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5284797196911509420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5284797196911509420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-for-all-seasons.html' title='A Man for All Seasons'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjV1IAnf0RI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJD9TgET7yQ/s72-c/A+Man+For+All+Seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-9148013968647375806</id><published>2007-04-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:59.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manon Lescaut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjDPKAnf0QI/AAAAAAAAABE/9mtMcIwt85w/s1600-h/manon+lescaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjDPKAnf0QI/AAAAAAAAABE/9mtMcIwt85w/s320/manon+lescaut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057770152408371458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In one of Puccini’s first great works that led to La Bohéme and Madama Butterfly, the delectable Manon elopes to Paris with the Chevalier des Grieux, but soon leaves him to become the mistress of the wealthy but lecherous Geronte.  Nostalgic for true love, she resolves to return to des Grieux, but not before swiping all the jewelry Geronte had lavished upon her.  Caught in the act, she is convicted of theft and banished to the far-off and desolate land of Louisiana where her first love seeks to reclaim her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slight deviation from my standard review, but last night instead of watching another movie I took some of my students to the Fresno Grand Opera at William Saroyan Theater.  I had never been to the opera and was very unsure of how I would like it.  To be honest, I was not loving it throughout the first act.  It was a bit hard to follow, and it is hard to buy in when the plot is unclear.  However, once it got to the next act it definitely picked up.  The story was much clearer, and even humorous at times. The vocal range of the performers was truly amazing even if the sound isn't my favorite.  I think I really enjoyed the orchestra the most.  The emotion that the music was able to portray and evoke was really beautiful.  I would not go so far as to say that the opera is my favorite performance art, but I would definitely like to go back and see another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had very mixed responses, but they all appreciated it, which was the goal.  I was very proud of how they behaved and were mature in their assessment of the production regardless of their personal feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * (I think but I have nothing to compare it to)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-9148013968647375806?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/9148013968647375806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=9148013968647375806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9148013968647375806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/9148013968647375806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/manon-lescaut.html' title='Manon Lescaut'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RjDPKAnf0QI/AAAAAAAAABE/9mtMcIwt85w/s72-c/manon+lescaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-1185447241758202429</id><published>2007-04-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:59.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7fsAnf0PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OBAA20ZUdh0/s1600-h/volver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7fsAnf0PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OBAA20ZUdh0/s320/volver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057225378756546802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Written and directed by Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodóvar, this humorous fantasy stars Carmen Maura as Abuela Irene, who revisits her hometown in the La Mancha region -- in spectral form -- to resolve problems she couldn't settle during her life. Abuela's spirit gradually becomes a reassuring presence to her daughters (Penélope Cruz, in an Oscar-nominated performance, and Lola Dueñas) and granddaughter (Yohana Cobo)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was fantastic!  I CAN do subtitles when the film is captivating, and this one really was.  I honestly didn't move from the tv for the entire 2 hours.  There are so many great little mini stories that are woven together to form the larger story of three generations of women in a Spanish family.  I found it unpredictable and refreshing.  I didn't even realize that I was reading the subtitles I was that engaged.  Seriously recommend this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-1185447241758202429?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/1185447241758202429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=1185447241758202429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1185447241758202429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1185447241758202429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/volver.html' title='Volver'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7fsAnf0PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OBAA20ZUdh0/s72-c/volver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-3739225959170812271</id><published>2007-04-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:59.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7d_wnf0OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6keU7_QCnrM/s1600-h/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7d_wnf0OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6keU7_QCnrM/s320/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057223519035707618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Federico Fellini's lush and intoxicating masterpiece, La Dolce Vita, is a meditation on the meaning of life and love and stars Marcello Mastroianni as Marcello, a gossip writer who seeks the fleeting excesses and decadence of life and sex. He sleeps with the beautiful Maddalena (Anouk Aimee), alienating and driving his lover, Emma (Yvonne Furneaux), to suicide. When he meets an elusive actress, Sylvia (Anita Ekberg), he dives deep into the abyss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is possibly a very creative work of art.  As I watched much of it I wanted to better understand the deeper underlying themes.  Unfortunately I was not able to stick through 2 hours and 50 minutes of quick Italian subtitles.  I tried to get through this film throughout this last week and I have finally decided to throw in the towel.  I may try again sometime as this movie seemed to have some redeeming qualities, but the subtitles were too much for my eyes and attention span at the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Incomplete, but I would guess * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-3739225959170812271?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/3739225959170812271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=3739225959170812271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/3739225959170812271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/3739225959170812271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-dolce-vita.html' title='La Dolce Vita'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7d_wnf0OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6keU7_QCnrM/s72-c/La+Dolce+Vita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-8737654426026746962</id><published>2007-04-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:33:00.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chariots of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7cNwnf0NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cajT3TVJ3_E/s1600-h/chariots+of+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7cNwnf0NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cajT3TVJ3_E/s320/chariots+of+fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057221560530620626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fueled by disparate desires, long-distance runners Eric Liddell (Ian Charleson) and Harold Abrahams (Ben Cross) face off in a quest to bring Olympic glory to Great Britain. Liddell -- a staunch Christian -- seeks victory as a tribute to God, while Jewish student Abrahams views winning as a repudiation of anti-Semitism. A riveting drama based on a true story, Chariots of Fire won the 1981 Academy Award for Best Picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't in the right mood, maybe I should have watched it on a bigger screen, or maybe this was just a really boring movie.  The story that it is based on sounds "riveting" but the film was not.  I didn't care about the characters, I didn't understand their relationships, and the impassioned pursuit for victory for their different causes were lost on me.  I didn't care.  And the song that I once thought was a classic now gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the British accents didn't even help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-8737654426026746962?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/8737654426026746962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=8737654426026746962' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/8737654426026746962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/8737654426026746962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/chariots-of-fire.html' title='Chariots of Fire'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Ri7cNwnf0NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cajT3TVJ3_E/s72-c/chariots+of+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-1504543340435107643</id><published>2007-04-16T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:33:00.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear America: Letters Home From Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiQGDVFiNDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7gUVnoFf4Ps/s1600-h/DearAmericaLettersHomeFromVientam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiQGDVFiNDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7gUVnoFf4Ps/s320/DearAmericaLettersHomeFromVientam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054171336086271026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gamut of emotion experienced by Vietnam veterans is strikingly captured in filmmaker Bill Couturie's poignant documentary, which features a host of celebrated actors -- including Robert DeNiro and Sean Penn -- reciting selected correspondence from American participants in the conflict.  Set to a 1960s soundtrack and accompanied by news footage, still photos and home movies, these readings create an honest snapshot of a tumultuous time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great documentary that I have seen a few times before but rented to show to my World History class.  It does a great job of showing all aspects of the American experience: good, bad, and ugly.  It is organized in a fast paced entertaining way with the reading selections and video clips partnered with the great music.  However, what makes it even better is that around the micro-focused letters the bigger story of the war is told through news footage, statistics, and film clips.  If you are at all curious as to the American experience in Vietnam but don't feel like picking up a book, this film really does a great job.  Possibly even better at depicting the experience because it attacks most of your senses rather than just spouting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-1504543340435107643?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/1504543340435107643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=1504543340435107643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1504543340435107643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1504543340435107643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-america-letters-home-from-vietnam.html' title='Dear America: Letters Home From Vietnam'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiQGDVFiNDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7gUVnoFf4Ps/s72-c/DearAmericaLettersHomeFromVientam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-1599267399594277071</id><published>2007-04-14T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:33:00.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill A Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiFMCVFiNCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YOYIV1zfeOM/s1600-h/To+Kill+a+Mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiFMCVFiNCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YOYIV1zfeOM/s320/To+Kill+a+Mockingbird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053403859790214178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Southern comforts abound in this classic adaptation of Harper Lee's Pulitzer Prize-winning novel.  Gregory Peck won an oscar for his role as Atticus Finch, a widowed lawyer who takes on the task of defending an innocent black man against rape charges, only to wind up in a maelstrom of hate and prejudice that threatens to invade the lives of his children Jem and Scout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this movie.  I don't really know what I expected, but it was better than that.  Obviously I enjoyed it for all of the important moral and social issues that are prevelent in this Depression era setting. However beyond that I loved how the story was told through the eyes of Atticus's children, untainted by the prejudice of the world around them.  It really is a great piece with depth that I am certain that I missed.  I loved how his children called his Atticus rather than dad or pa.  I am now very interested to read the book to pick up the relevance of all of these nuances that make this such an interesting story and not just a social critique. Needless to say, I highly recommend seeing the film, reading the book, or both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie made me shed a tear, which doesn't happen often, and is a clear mark of a good film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-1599267399594277071?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/1599267399594277071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=1599267399594277071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1599267399594277071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/1599267399594277071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='To Kill A Mockingbird'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/RiFMCVFiNCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YOYIV1zfeOM/s72-c/To+Kill+a+Mockingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-6138641412916405777</id><published>2007-04-12T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:33:00.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Ned Devine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh71NlFiNBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hjAZugUjTMk/s1600-h/waking_ned_devine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh71NlFiNBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hjAZugUjTMk/s320/waking_ned_devine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052745445598704658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can dead Irishman Ned Devine collect his lottery winnings? Well, longtime cronies Jackie O'Shea and Michael O'Sullivan have the answer.  After discovering that Ned croaked from the shock of hitting the jackpot, Jackie and Michael mastermind a scheme to impersonate the lucky stiff and collect his prize money.  Now all they need to do is persuade the rest of Tulaign Mohr's denizens to go along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my Irish themed movie night, I watched this geriatric comedy.  Perhaps it is the multiple generation gaps, but despite the lovely accents, music, and funny old Irish men, I could not get into this movie.  Not a horrible film, just couldn't keep my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you do feel inclined to hang out with these Irish grandparents, I'd recommend you use the subtitles to catch it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-6138641412916405777?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/6138641412916405777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=6138641412916405777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6138641412916405777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6138641412916405777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/waking-ned-devine.html' title='Waking Ned Devine'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh71NlFiNBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hjAZugUjTMk/s72-c/waking_ned_devine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-6127518317709595787</id><published>2007-04-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:33:00.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Magdalene Sisters&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Magdalene Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh7ik1FiNAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXEHaD4Iid8/s1600-h/magdalene+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh7ik1FiNAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXEHaD4Iid8/s320/magdalene+sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052724954309735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This unflinching drama charts several years in the young lives of four "fallen women" who were rejected by their families and abandoned to the mercy of the Catholic Church in 1960s Ireland.  While women's liberation sweeps the globe, these women are stripped of their liberty and dignity and condemned to indefinite servitude in the Magdalene Laundries, so that they may atone for their 'sins'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first movie choice was inspired by my upcoming trip to Ireland. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  This true story was extremely heavy but well done and educational.  The film starts by introducing the three main women in their lives before they were sent to the Laundry.  The first is sent off by her father because she was raped.  The second was sent for being flirtatious and vain (she was seen as a temptress).  And the third was sent after giving birth to a son out of wedlock.  The film then follows their experience for over four years in this church run laundry.  Throughout the film,  the cruelty of some of the nuns and the unholy behavior of the clergy are exposed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is definitely a film to see, but be prepared for some pretty heavy and disturbing material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-6127518317709595787?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/6127518317709595787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=6127518317709595787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6127518317709595787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/6127518317709595787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/magdalene-sisters.html' title='The Magdalene Sisters'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFm_h9pDREw/Rh7ik1FiNAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXEHaD4Iid8/s72-c/magdalene+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-5702377737573079784</id><published>2007-04-12T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:15:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Try This Again</title><content type='html'>I have been out of the blogging loop after my short return not because of busy-ness but rather because I don't often feel I have much to talk about.  However, I had an idea.  I just signed up for NetFlix after Kasey and I decided to cancel HBO.  I have a list going of over 150 movies that I will be watching in the coming months.  Many of these movies are know but there are others that are more obscure.  So my new blog focus will be my thoughts on the films that I see.  I will also continue to blog about other new, but seeing as I haven't blogged in nearly a month, I figure this is at least a little more consistent.  And who knows, I might introduce you to something you haven't seen or heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating System:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *  Must see!  I love, love, loved it!&lt;br /&gt;* * * *    Good film.  You should see it, but don't rush to Blockbuster right this              minute.&lt;br /&gt;* * *       Ehh.  It wasn't a total waste of time.  There were redeemable moments,               but all in all, I could take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;* *         Not the worst, but I wouldn't waste my time if I were you.  My wasted                time was enough.&lt;br /&gt;*           Don't even bother reading this post... it was THAT bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-5702377737573079784?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/5702377737573079784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=5702377737573079784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5702377737573079784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/5702377737573079784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/04/gonna-try-this-again.html' title='Gonna Try This Again'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-7238029853514158996</id><published>2007-03-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:44:39.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Changes</title><content type='html'>"Sudden changes surround me. Lady luck came and found me.  Thanks a million for making the magic you do."&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    - Seymour Krelborn, Little Shop of Horrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a nerd... but I embrace it!  The last two days have been overwhelming with incredibly positive developements in my life.  Let's begin with the fact that I have finally settled with the insurance company regarding my car accident that was almost three years ago.  However because of my needed surgery and such, the final amount was fairly substantial and I am now in the process of looking to buy a house because I now have a decent down payment.  Sudden Change #1: I am a soon to be home owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was approached by the guy in charge of the drama program inquiring about my interest in taking over SHS's drama program, as he wants to move into the film studios department.  To this I was flattered but apprehensive because of the serious amount of work that the job requires.  Sudden Change #2: I was being considered to take over the drama program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had been pondering in what capacity I was interested in the program and what I would be willing to do.  I had decided that I would take the program on if there was another person to share it with.  As soon as I decided this, I received a phone call from an old high school drama friend, saying that he had interviewed for a job teaching social studies at Sanger High.  Voila!  The perfect other person to share the job with.  Being that I love my AP Euro class I was not willing to give up social studies entirely.  Sudden Change #3: A prefect drama program partner interviewed at SHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this sounded great in my head, but ow could I possibly get this to work for the administration?  Well yesterday our principal came in to talk to me about my interest in the program.  I explained to him that I am very interested but was not willing to take it on alone.  I also explained that I wanted to continue to teach AP Euro.  His automatic sollution: Well we'll have to get Justin (high school drama friend) out here then and have you two split it.  Sudden Change #4: Principal fell right into my plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my principal came in to tell me that Justin was coming in for a meeting and he wanted me there so we could work out all the details.  He also told me that he is going to have them fix up the theatre at the old high school so we have a real theater to use.  Sudden Change #5: SHS is taking drama seriously and I am possibly going to be leading the program!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is it for now.  Lots to still be decided and made official, but pretty darn exciting.  It is amazing how things have changed since last year's plan to join the Peace Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, by next school year I might be teaching my two favorite things (AP Euro and drama), heading up the drama program in a revamped cool old theater, and living in my own home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-7238029853514158996?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/7238029853514158996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=7238029853514158996' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/7238029853514158996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/7238029853514158996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/03/sudden-changes.html' title='Sudden Changes'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-117079512587719538</id><published>2007-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:49:30.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Females?</title><content type='html'>Today my department chair was telling me of a conversation that he had with his class while they were studying pop culture during the Great Depression.  He was explaining some of the movies of the time and shared with them some quotes from movies that they would recognize.  All of the quotes that he came up with were from actors, no actresses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"rosebud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dirty rat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went on to discuss more recent quotables, and all still seemed to be male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me the money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like a box of chocolates..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say hello to my little friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that he is just more familiar with these because they are "guy" things to say.  However, now I am struggling to think of any quotable female characters.  Sadly, all I can think of are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One time, at band camp..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the classic "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of which reflect favorably on females, not that that is the issue, but I would like to come up with some better quotes.  If you can help me to prove that there are plenty of quotable female film stars, I'd love some help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-117079512587719538?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/117079512587719538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=117079512587719538' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/117079512587719538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/117079512587719538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/02/quotable-females.html' title='Quotable Females?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-117044302672706736</id><published>2007-02-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:03:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Nerds</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am going to bore you with another school story... but this is my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my AP Euro classes were doing group presentations on various events of the early 1800s.  They had to teach the information, then come up with an activity for the class to apply the newly learned material.  Some of the students are very creative and come up with excellent presentations.  Others are still working on their creativity... I had at least 2 word searches per class as the activity, and there were only 4 groups each class.  Anyway, it was 6th period and once again the class was given a word search.  This time I decided to give it a shot.  Now I wasn't competing for the prize so I started before the designated time.  I was finding them quick, certain I would easily finish before my students.  Almost finished, needing only one more word, when my student Tim quickly calls out, "Done!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for sake of experiencing the full humor of the moment, let me describe Tim.  He is the sweetest, most mild mannered student I think I have ever had.  He is also extremely intent on making sure he does everything as he is supposed, to the point at times that he becomes a bit frantic if he thinks he is not.  Now for a physical description.  Tim is probably 5'2" and maybe weighs 95 pounds.  He is Southeast Asian, wears glasses (that he often has to push higher on his nose), and is usually smiling or giggling at daily happenings.  He is self-conscious as all teens are, but makes no apologies for who he is.  He is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the story.  So Tim calls out "Done!" I turn and look at him, completely disappointed at my failed attempt.  I say, "How the heck Tim?  I cheated and was doing well, and you still beat me."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied with complete sincerity and a little grin, "I wasn't in puzzles and board games club for no reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my nerds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... if you are home tonight at 8pm, another one of my nerds will be on 1 vs. 100 on NBC.  She was a science fair winner and was selected to be part of the mob (#97).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-117044302672706736?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/117044302672706736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=117044302672706736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/117044302672706736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/117044302672706736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-my-nerds.html' title='I Love My Nerds'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-116949952307927200</id><published>2007-01-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:02:22.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal of an Accident Prone History Teacher</title><content type='html'>Well many of you have heard many of my unfortunate accidents in my teaching adventure, but I thought I would journal them here for the sake of a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher Down" (Spring 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of the class, keeping their full attention as we discussed the plan for the day.  I did this while I leaned on the rolling cart, holding it with both hand.  I was standing one-footed with my heel tucked behind the other leg (think flamingo). Unbeknownst to me, my sandal heel had gotten caught in the cuff of my capris.  Soon after I lost my balance a bit, but was unable to free my foot.  The rolling cart slid further and further from my feet as I grasped it for dear life.  In what seemed like super-slow motion, I collapsed to the floor, while I still clung to the cart.  At this point, all of my student's jaws were on the floor... shocked and afraid to laugh.  I wanted to laugh but I was still stuck on the floor, trying to free my foot.  It finally made it's escape, and I was able to stand and give my class the go ahead to laugh their asses off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wardrobe Malfunction #1" (October 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dressed in one of my favorite fall skirts that I hadn't worn since the previous year.  I dressed quickly and headed off to work.  Once I reached school I threw on my computer bag and walked to class passing many students along the way.  Reaching my classroom I gathered the material that need to be copied and was about to head for the teacher's workroom.  Just before I left I did a momentary wardrobe check, straightening my skirt, and dusting off any extra lint. As I quickly ran my hand down the back of my skirt my finger quickly caught in an opening along the seam.  The seam had come undone on the spot right over my butt, revealing much of my backside to anyone behind me.  I called for a sub for my first period class, rushed home, and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wardrobe Malfunction #2" (January 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was less of a malfunction and more of a misjudgment, but nevertheless something only I would do.  I was very excited to wear a new brown sweater dress that I had gotten for Christmas this year, but I needed tights to wear with it.  Got a cute pair in a beige shade, and I thought seeing as it is winter I should also wear boots with it instead of heels.  Honestly, that was my thought process.  So rushed as always, I threw on my clothes and was off to school.  Walking to class again from my car, passing students along the way, I felt as if I was attracting an unusual amount of attention.  Reaching my class I reinspected my outfit.  Taking off my coat, sun shining through the window, my entire outline was illuminated through the dress.  SEE THROUGH!!!!  On top of that, the beige tights were no longer beige in the sunlight.  They were now shimmering gold!  I was stuck wearing my coat all day, even though I was sweating bullets.  And despite this, there were apparently still comments flying amongst the boys.  Not because of the see-through dress, but because of the way the boots, tights and just above the knee dress looked.  SO THE INAPPROPRIATE TEACHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spilt Milk" (Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I was enjoying a Starbucks latte while my 2nd period AP class reviewed for their test.  As I was just about to have them put their notes away to begin the test, I took another sip of my drink.  Unfortunately as I brought the cup to my mouth the lid slipped loose and latte splashed down my chest and all over the floor.  The class had all looked up at this point, watching it all.  I stood there in a puddle with the coffee dripping off my face, soaking my red sweater.  We laughed hysterically and it actually cleaned up pretty well.  You could hardly tell I spilled on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes this edition of my Accident Prone Journal, however I am sure there will be many more to come.  Love to hear some of your embarrassing moments too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-116949952307927200?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/116949952307927200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=116949952307927200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116949952307927200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116949952307927200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/01/journal-of-accident-prone-history.html' title='Journal of an Accident Prone History Teacher'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-116918885307967486</id><published>2007-01-18T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:40:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of My Scary Face</title><content type='html'>So I really don't have much to say, but I wanted to post something to replace my scary picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer is still fantastic.  Have had a few momentary feelings of buyers remorse, but I know it was a necessary, quality purchase.  AND, my AP nerds were drooling over it today.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is going well.  Finally feel like I am capable of coming up with solid lessons without having to spend 4 hours on them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Shop of Horrors could be stressful, but I am refusing to let it get to me.  Interesting how other places do things.  I was so spoiled in the Clovis system where there is a pleathora of funding and support from faculty to make a production go off without a hitch.  With us, people are working hard but without the esablished team it is much more difficult.  The good news... most of our principles are really talented, so I think there is a chance that the show might be decent.  However I will let you know as the performance dates grow closer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy has my heart again after their month and a half hiatus.  Seriously cried at tonights episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best year ever... right on track.  It's amazing what the power of positive thinking can do.  A little confidence in a silly superstition and my entire outlook is changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo for Friday!!  Weekend's almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-116918885307967486?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/116918885307967486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=116918885307967486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116918885307967486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116918885307967486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired-of-my-scary-face.html' title='Tired of My Scary Face'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-116893373980722443</id><published>2007-01-15T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:52:44.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!</title><content type='html'>My computer had been giving me problems for the last few months.  It became particularly annoying when the power plug grew looser and looser.  It had gotten to the point this weekend that holding it into the socket firmly still wasn't enough to charge the battery.  So today I went into CompUSA to see if there was anything they could do to fix it.  The technician explained that for $200 they would tell me if there was a part that could be replaced for lots more money or that it was irreparable.  He went on to say that usually the diagnosis is the later.  So impulsive as always... I bought a new computer.  Even more exciting... It's a Mac!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a former PC user, I am very pleased to be introduced into this great new cyber world!  My computer does so many cool things.  The most important new tool is not all the great iWork.  Nor is it iMovies.  The most important new tool... drum roll please...."photo booth."  It is a camera on my screen that takes pictures and can manipulate them in many entertaining ways.  Here are some amusing examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/1600/446875/Photo%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/320/893825/Photo%2016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/1600/800804/Photo%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/320/977473/Photo%2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/1600/932966/Photo%2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/320/205948/Photo%2020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/1600/896155/Photo%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/320/426225/Photo%2013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/1600/939738/Photo%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6514/1980/320/364779/Photo%2029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-116893373980722443?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/116893373980722443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=116893373980722443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116893373980722443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116893373980722443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-116872531641284618</id><published>2007-01-13T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:55:16.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>I'm back... For now. We'll see how long this lasts.  We'll see if I even finish this post.  I will admit that during my last four month blogging hiatus I have definitely felt out of the loop.  So, I'm back... Attempting to get re-looped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So call it crazy superstition or the power of positive thinking, but I believe it is going to be the best year ever.  Now, it all started with the fact that my lucky number (since I don't know when and I really don't remember why) is 27.  Seeing as we are now in the year 2007 and I will be 27 this year, I have decided that this is my year!  Thus far it has been a pretty exciting, fun, and promising new year... Not perfect, but nothing that I can't handle.  I really think it is just a good change in focus.  I don't believe in new year's resolutions, but I do think positive change is good.  And after last fall I was in need of change.  So along with my hope of having the best year ever, balance is the new plan in my life.  No doubt I will still have to work my butt off, but I also now refuse to let that dominate my life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the purpose of this post is twofold.  One, I am beginning my blog again for the sake of balance. And two, so that those of you that are reading can hold me to my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, would you look at that.  I did it.  Finito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-116872531641284618?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/116872531641284618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=116872531641284618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116872531641284618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/116872531641284618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2007/01/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115933324547798710</id><published>2006-09-26T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:09:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time on Your Hands?</title><content type='html'>Bored? Looking for something to entertain yourselves? Why don't you pick on these clowns, and leave me alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Becky%20Demonstrates%20No%20Teeth%20Rule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Becky%20Demonstrates%20No%20Teeth%20Rule.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Prop%2075..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Prop%2075..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/There%20are%20still%20no%20words.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/There%20are%20still%20no%20words.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115933324547798710?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115933324547798710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115933324547798710' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115933324547798710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115933324547798710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-much-time-on-your-hands.html' title='Too Much Time on Your Hands?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115759878561957399</id><published>2006-09-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:15:52.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Art</title><content type='html'>Seeing as I said I wouldn't post about my students/school experiences, and also seeing how that has left me postless for quite sometime, I will instead share some things I've learned in my class.  We have been comparing/contrasting Classical, Medieval and Renaissance art for the past week, and I really have started to love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like a lot of it, but I am fascinated with works by Michelangelo.  They are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of favorites, that I cannot wait to see when we go to Europe, which I anticipate will draw a tear or two.... drumroll please.... Michelangelo's &lt;em&gt;Pieta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Pieta%2C%20Michelangelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Pieta%2C%20Michelangelo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running a very close and beautiful second... The David.  There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/David.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I debated whether to go with another of his sculptures, but then opted to appreciate the &lt;em&gt;Last Judgment&lt;/em&gt; in the Sistine Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/300px-Michelangelo_-_Fresco_of_the_Last_Judgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/300px-Michelangelo_-_Fresco_of_the_Last_Judgement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will suffice as a post.  I know it's not much but I am pretty narrowly focused these days.  I'd love to hear if you have any favorite pieces from this or any other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115759878561957399?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115759878561957399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115759878561957399' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115759878561957399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115759878561957399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-heart-art.html' title='I Heart Art'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115577916775455128</id><published>2006-08-16T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:46:07.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not a Fraud!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long break in my posting, but I have had to prioritize and unfortunately blogging is a bit lower on the list.  But I am back, at least for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been working really hard to get everything ready for my students, who start back tomorrow.  I find this year to be a bit different to the previous two because first, I am thrilled to be teaching AP Euro, and second, because I am feeling more settled with my abilities as a teacher.  All of this is good, but I didn't really reflect on it too much until today when I received a call from a parent of an AP student with concerns.  I was shocked and so pleased with my handling of the conversation.  I was confident, calm and quite intelligent sounding...And I think he was impressed.  It was awesome!  I feel like I am actually a teacher... FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so strange how self-perception is usually so far from what we truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are interested to see what my students are doing, check out our &lt;a href="http://apacheapeuro.blogspot.com/"&gt;AP Euro blog&lt;/a&gt;... just please don't post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115577916775455128?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115577916775455128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115577916775455128' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115577916775455128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115577916775455128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-fraud.html' title='I&apos;m Not a Fraud!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115432699395355125</id><published>2006-07-30T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:23:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lull</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been in a bit of a blogging funk lately.  There really just hasn't been much to write about.  Things are great, just not blog-worthy.  So hang in there for the next two weeks with me as the summer winds down. I am sure this fall will bring lots of excitement, and hopefully more blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115432699395355125?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115432699395355125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115432699395355125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115432699395355125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115432699395355125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/lull.html' title='Lull'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115377312287072772</id><published>2006-07-24T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:32:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Rats!</title><content type='html'>So I have been wanting to post this for the last week, but haven't had the computer access or the energy to do so until now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I spent last weekend with my grandma.  She is currently recovering from from an illness and doing quite well, but still requiring a lot of help, which my aunts have been doing most of the time.  I volunteered to go stay with her to give them a break and to spend time with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way up, last Friday I got a call from my mom saying that there was another guest at Grandma's, a rat.  Apparently things were being knocked off the shelves, a few droppings were found, and my aunt Mary had come face to face with it in the bathroom in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: My oldest aunt, Judy, has been the leader in my grandma's care, staying with her the most, and OF COURSE has many phobias but none worse than her fear of mice and rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived.  Meeting my grandma and Judy at grandma's, before we all went elsewhere for the evening, while the rat was hopefully caught.  While we gathered my grandma's stuff I talked to Judy about the clues of the rat, casually mentioning that Mary had seen it.  "OH NO, no one has seen it!"  Ah, apparently we were keeping Judy in the dark... Great!  So off we went for Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went back to the house, with Judy conviced that there was no rat because nothing had been caught.  We were to sleep there that night, and though I was careful entering rooms I wasn't really scared.  We had checked under my bed, and closed the door so my room was sealed.. .Or so I thought.  Amdist a good deep sleep I was awoken to the feeling of feet scampering down my chest.  I tried not to make any sudden moves, hoping to get my bearings and gage whether I was just dreaming.  Well, I must have budged a bit when I awoke because I felt it hop to my feet just before I flung the covers from me.  All of which was in complete darkness.  By the time I got the light on, it was no where to be seen... But there was no way in hell I was sleeping in there.  So off I went to the couch in the living room.  Each time I would begin to doze off I heard it running around the kitchen.  It wasn't until the sun came up that I truly could relax because it was bedtime for the rat.  (Inhale). &lt;em&gt;TWEET! TWEET! TWEET!&lt;/em&gt;  My grandma's whistle, 8am, she needed something, and so I was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Judy calls, "So any rat sightings?"  "Uh, no not exactly... I think I heard it though..." But I just couldn't bring myself to tell her about my bed buddy.  Thankfully I left that afternoon, and soon after Judy was informed of the sighting, so then they actually hired someone to take care of it.  They ended up catching the rat.  8 inch body, and just as long of a tail.  Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my long winded, rat story.  The rest of the week was just AP Conference and time with cousins.  Good times, but not really news worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115377312287072772?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115377312287072772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115377312287072772' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115377312287072772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115377312287072772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-rats.html' title='Ah Rats!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115345868577076105</id><published>2006-07-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:12:34.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Old Movie Am I?</title><content type='html'>Since I have had to use my cousin's computer this week, and I have been quite busy at the conference I haven't had much time to blog.  I did, however, have time to find out what old movie I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like the description it gives of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115345868577076105?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115345868577076105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115345868577076105' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115345868577076105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115345868577076105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-old-movie-am-i.html' title='What Old Movie Am I?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115290253148677482</id><published>2006-07-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:44:18.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Liberals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/wyman_vote_tat_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/wyman_vote_tat_1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that much of my family, including my dad, work for &lt;a href="http://www.wbcampaigns.net/"&gt;my cousin &lt;/a&gt;who is a pretty major political consultant.  They are possibly going to be designing billboards to draw attention to the shortcomings of the Bush administration and the problems with gas prices and the oil industry, as well as the connections between the two.  So if any of you have a clever slogans pointing out any or all of these issues, we'd love to hear them.  Who knows, your phrase might make it to the side of the road in Minnesota and Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115290253148677482?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115290253148677482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115290253148677482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115290253148677482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115290253148677482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/calling-all-liberals.html' title='Calling All Liberals'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115268221097621257</id><published>2006-07-11T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:36:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the Pickle I Find Myself In</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I have been all about reading historical fictions this summer.  Along with these readings I have also been working on the reading that I assigned to my class as their summer assignment.  It is an informational text, &lt;em&gt;A World Lit Only By Fire&lt;/em&gt; by William Manchester.  Now I committed a major mistake by assigning it without having read it first and not getting it Board approved.  However, it was recommended on a summer reading list on the official AP website, and the previous AP Euro teacher had mentioned hearing of its quality, though she hadn't read it either.  I figured it was safe.  Well until today it had just provided great detail into all aspects of medieval life, exactly what I had hoped for.  Unfortunately today I realized how thoroughly it covered ALL aspects of medieval life.  I reached the sex section, and oh what a section it is.  For the most part it was still just informative and only slightly questionable, but I felt it was still important in understanding life during this time.  It discussed views on pre-marital sex, the prevalence of adultery, courtesans, etc... Then came the part about the sexual depravity of the cardinals and some of the popes.  Still I think most of it is not too bad, except this one sentence describing "Roman lore" regarding Cardinal Borgia.  It said he decided to move from mother to daughter without skipping a beat... And I mean that literally.  I am not going to post it as is written in the book, but it's explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I freaked out!  I called my administrator to inform her of the situations, as she may already be fielding calls.  Lucky she hasn't yet.  We decided though, that rather than send letters now informing the parents and therefore drawing greater attention to the section, we will just wait it out.  AHHHHH!  Anyhoo, this is the predicament I find myself in.  Live and learn I suppose, but man, you can never be too careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115268221097621257?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115268221097621257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115268221097621257' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115268221097621257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115268221097621257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/quite-pickle-i-find-myself-in.html' title='Quite the Pickle I Find Myself In'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115264303987375599</id><published>2006-07-11T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:42:50.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am SO Embarrassed for Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Putin%20belly%20kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Putin%20belly%20kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys have seen this, but I was watching the Daily Show last night and they had a segment on Vladimir Putin's campaign for reelection.  While mingling with the people he felt compelled to lift a boys shirt and kiss the boy's belly.  &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41856000/jpg/_41856680_kiss_203.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/5155448.stm%3Fls&amp;h=152&amp;w=203&amp;sz=8&amp;hl=en&amp;start=1&amp;tbnid=0INPRdBZWtYUWM:&amp;tbnh=74&amp;tbnw=99&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPutin%2Bkissing%2Bboy%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;Read this for the details.&lt;/a&gt;  WHAT?!?! He goes on to defend his actions, but I find his defense just as strange as his actions.  Anyway, I would maybe understand if there were a cultural explanation, but there is not... It's just weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115264303987375599?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115264303987375599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115264303987375599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115264303987375599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115264303987375599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-embarrassed-for-him.html' title='I Am SO Embarrassed for Him'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115222298264919884</id><published>2006-07-06T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:56:22.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Post</title><content type='html'>I find there is little to say these days, as there is little going on, but a brief update of what I have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1.  Reading my second historical fiction of the summer, &lt;em&gt;The Lady in the    &lt;br /&gt;         Tower&lt;/em&gt;. It's about Anne Boleyn, the second wife of King Henry VIII... &lt;br /&gt;         The one who is beheaded.  It's gotten pretty good, and I keep picturing Ed  &lt;br /&gt;         when they describe Henry (FYI, that is a complement by the descriptions in &lt;br /&gt;         the book). Hahaha, not as much now though, he's getting a little creepy and &lt;br /&gt;         obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;     2.  I have been enjoying a small group from church with two good friends.&lt;br /&gt;     3.  Playing a little tennis.&lt;br /&gt;     4.  Going to start going to the Love, Sex and Lasting Relationships Bible &lt;br /&gt;         study, followed by salsa dancing with the girls.  &lt;br /&gt;     5.  Visiting Grandma next week, followed by a week of AP conference and time &lt;br /&gt;         with family in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;     6.  Lastly, I am officially moving to Tower in the beginning of August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my summer in a nutshell.  Relaxing, peaceful, at times boring, but much needed for I have a busy year that is fast approaching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115222298264919884?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115222298264919884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115222298264919884' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115222298264919884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115222298264919884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-random-post.html' title='Another Random Post'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115190358951450594</id><published>2006-07-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:13:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy Returns</title><content type='html'>So I know you are all caught up in World Cup scores and results, but here is a tennis update... And I not talking about Wimbledon.  Last night both my partner and I stunk it up on the court while the other veteran team kicked our butts, 6-1, 6-1. Though they were by far the stronger team, my partner had just come off the court having played two men's doubles matches in a row, and right into our mixed doubles match.  Needless to say he was tired.  I, on the other hand, should have been fresh and ready to go, unfortunately I was experimenting with shoes, and it proved detrimental to our game in the end.  Earlier this week I played in my new Adidas running shoes, but was very cautious when serving to not drag my toe because it would quickly ruin these new shoes.  My new technique took a bit of power off the ball, but added a bit more consistency and I played well, so I thought I'd play in them again last night.  Unfortunately that strategy was a poor one because my accurate weenie serve kept getting pounded back at us.  Not good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my parents played the couple we played last night and beat them.  The way I saw it, opportunity for a three way tie.  So tonight looked hopeful.  PLUS, I went back to my clunky, Old Faithful tennis shoes.  Well, we were definitely playing better, but we found ourselves down 1-4 in the first set.  The good news was Old Faithfuls were allowing me to pound the ball.  (There is something about dragging my toe with my poor formed tennis serve... It's really just my volleyball serve, but it works!) So, we ended up coming back all the way to 4-5, before they beat us that set.  Unfortunately the next set was not so pretty.  We lost 6-1.  I must say though, I played pretty well, so nothing to complain about.  My parents are good, they play a lot... They should have won.  But it sure would have been great to beat them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan to continue playing, and possibly even venturing into singles as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:It would be great if a particular Texan friend of mine would move home and play women's doubles with me... Maybe someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115190358951450594?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115190358951450594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115190358951450594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115190358951450594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115190358951450594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/07/buffy-returns.html' title='Buffy Returns'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115153916007384827</id><published>2006-06-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:59:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Buffy Jokes Begin</title><content type='html'>So I am playing in my first tennis tournament in nearly a year this weekend.  We practiced this morning and had a good time, although we are both pretty inconsistent... Both having moments of greatness, and many others of absolute crap.  But what can you expect.  Anyway, if anyone feels like watching mediocre tennis on Saturday or Sunday, I will be playing both evenings at 8:15 at Copper River (I think, but I'll check).  The Sunday night match is against my parents which could make for some good/annoying family banter... we'll see.  I honestly don't really expect anyone to come watch, but the invite is extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, just call me Buffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115153916007384827?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115153916007384827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115153916007384827' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115153916007384827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115153916007384827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-buffy-jokes-begin.html' title='Let the Buffy Jokes Begin'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115145983158414980</id><published>2006-06-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:00:09.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos for Me... I went to the Gym!</title><content type='html'>Now I know many of you exercise regularly as it is part of your weekly routine.  I, on the other hand, find making a habit of it incredibly difficult.  Despite this challenge, I did make it to the gym today.  I will tell you though, that it took everything I had to muster the motivation to drive the block down the street to the gym where I am a member.  I suppose for the next day or so, I have no excuse for not getting to the gym, as the place I am staying is so close to the club I belong to.  Once I am back in the Ranchos, I think it will be a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today's exercising adventure.  I bought new shoes a week or so ago, and I have only used them twice to go walk/jogging around my neighborhood at home.  Unfortunately my shins reacted almost immediately, discouraging me quite quickly.  So today, as I got on the treadmill I was a bit aprehensive as to what I might experience.  To my pleasant suprise, my shins were fine... but I am a total wimp and could only go 30 minutes mixing up walking and jogging.  It was okay, and I know if  I keep going I will build strength and stamina... BUT IT IS SO BORING! (Even with the tv in front of me!)  If only there were a way to be tricked into exercising!  Roll a ball, and I'll chase it... I don't know... There has to be SOMETHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115145983158414980?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115145983158414980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115145983158414980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115145983158414980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115145983158414980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/kudos-for-me-i-went-to-gym.html' title='Kudos for Me... I went to the Gym!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115137351130558247</id><published>2006-06-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:58:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housesitting</title><content type='html'>Housesitting is such a strange thing.  I mean it makes sense, as there are important daily things that must happen with or without the owners, but it's strange.  As a housesitter it seems like a ridiculously easy job to be compensated for, but the value of the small things to the owners are greater than one can understand.  Basically my point is, I am living a life of leisure until Thursday morning, have Thursday off, and then back to relaxing for someone else all weekend.  Man it's a rough life.  My biggest struggle: How do I pass the time between watching movies, taking the dog out and eating?  Perhaps I should go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I make light of it, I truly am happy to help out friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115137351130558247?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115137351130558247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115137351130558247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115137351130558247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115137351130558247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/housesitting.html' title='Housesitting'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115129153615387537</id><published>2006-06-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:12:16.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly Bored</title><content type='html'>Still not much to say... Which I guess is good.  Summer vacation is always much needed, but it is easy to feel like I am just wasting time after the first week off.  What I keep reminding myself of, is the need for sleep, relaxation and even boredom after nine months of chaos and exhaustion!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I am looking forward to housesitting for the Heinricy's for the next couple of days.  Allowing me a change of scenery, plus I will be in Fresno making outings more convenient and affordable with the crazy gas prices!  SO if any of you find yourselves bored, call me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115129153615387537?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115129153615387537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115129153615387537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115129153615387537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115129153615387537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/pleasantly-bored.html' title='Pleasantly Bored'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115086228802016232</id><published>2006-06-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:58:08.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much to Say</title><content type='html'>Well it has been nearly a week, and I have little to say but I thought I would post anyway.  So Becky is officially gone, and I miss her more already than I anticipated.  Been hanging out and getting stuff done, but summer boredom is beginning to set in.  Not trying to rub it in, but when there is so much free time, it is hard to stay busy and not get bored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, finish my first summer reading, "Birth of Venus," and it was fabulous!  I am now reading the summer assignment for my AP Euro class, "A World Lit Only By Fire," and it is a little less readable.  Good information, but it is an informational text rather than a novel making it a slower read requiring notes.  But there is much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that is it for me for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115086228802016232?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115086228802016232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115086228802016232' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115086228802016232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115086228802016232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much to Say'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115030841578846338</id><published>2006-06-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:06:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading: Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/BOV%20Cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/BOV%20Cov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying, I LOVE SUMMER!  Yesterday after running a few errands, I settled in at home and read for the whole day.  It was fabulous!  Not to mention that the book is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first read is "The Birth of Venus" by Sarah Dunant.  It is an historical fiction that takes place during the Renaissance in Florence, Italy.  The story is captivating and the main fictional story is surrounded by Renaissance history, which I need for next year.  Not to say that I will be teaching from this book, but it gives a little more historical perspective.  The story is great though because it is probably very realistic in that time and place, but I feel guilty because it feels like I am reading a soap opera.  Full of love triangles, murders and a more cultured than religious society... leading to many problems for everyone!  Anyway, I highly recommend it and I am only half way through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/birthofvenus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/birthofvenus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115030841578846338?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115030841578846338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115030841578846338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115030841578846338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115030841578846338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-reading-pt-1.html' title='Summer Reading: Pt. 1'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-115017381007905742</id><published>2006-06-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:55:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out For Summer!</title><content type='html'>Today was my first official day of summer.  Though I did spend the entire day at school cleaning up my room, I am still very happy to be on break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This weekend allowed for some time of reflection after hanging out with lots of great colleagues, spending time with students and their families and being given new responsibilities at church.  Just a few months ago, I felt that Fresno was not for me, and that I was simply a guest in other people's lives, just along for the ride.  Amazingly, once I realized that I didn't want to join the Peace Corps things totally changed.  I was fulfilled teaching; loving my students, loving my colleagues, loving the work!  I am excited for the break right now, but still completely looking forward to fall. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   As for church, it has had its ups and downs lately. However yesterday I was given a little more freedom in creating environments that foster the community that we are trying to build at Community Meal.  Up until now my responsibility consisted of establishing what food to bring and delegating who will bring it.  It is going to be a lot more than that now... Meaning more work, but a product that I can actually feel good about. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   What inspired all of these changes? I don't know, but it is a welcomed new feeling.  I feel more content now than I have in a very long time, maybe ever.  Fresno is where I want to be.  Thanks to all of you that have welcomed me into your world and allowed me make it my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a great summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-115017381007905742?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/115017381007905742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=115017381007905742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115017381007905742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/115017381007905742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out For Summer!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114973542513795295</id><published>2006-06-07T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:57:05.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/greysAnatomySeason1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/greysAnatomySeason1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have a new favorite show!  I knew after watching the season 2 finale of Grey's Anatomy, that I would probably like it.  Now, having watched season 1 in its entirety, in one sitting I might add, it is official.  What the heck am I going to do now though as I wait for the release of season 2.  AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have already decided that once I get my own place again and season 3 starts up, I will be hosting Grey's Anatomy parties for whoever would like to come!  Even if it's a party of one, that would be fine... But hopefully I'll find some other G.A. nerds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114973542513795295?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114973542513795295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114973542513795295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114973542513795295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114973542513795295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114932928190986863</id><published>2006-06-03T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:08:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was Wrong...</title><content type='html'>Well I said I would post about it, and I am not too proud to admit defeat.  I was mistaken; it is not Parker Posey that plays Ray Finkel in Ace Ventura, but rather, Sean Young.  Although lets compare pictures to appreciate why I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/060123-ParkerPose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/060123-ParkerPose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker Posey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/AceVenturaPetDectective15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/AceVenturaPetDectective15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114932928190986863?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114932928190986863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114932928190986863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114932928190986863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114932928190986863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-was-wrong.html' title='So I was Wrong...'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114892447716713819</id><published>2006-05-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:41:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/scan0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/scan0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is fast approaching... My birthday!  The big 2-6!  I have decided to spread the celebration out over a couple of days because, it is my birthday, and because the end of another school year calls for celebration as well.  SO here is the tentative plan, for anyone interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: Kareoke...Same time, same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Evening: BBQ at my parents.   We'll be eating, drinking, and being merry and would love you to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you feel like coming, and I will give you more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114892447716713819?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114892447716713819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114892447716713819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114892447716713819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114892447716713819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114843203786041144</id><published>2006-05-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:05:37.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would be Your Legends?</title><content type='html'>First of all, I watched Oprah's Legends last night, and I thought it was really fantastic.  If you missed it, Oprah hosted a weekend long party honoring all of the still living African American women that paved the way in the arts, literature and politics for African Americans and women in general.  It was quite moving.  It led me to think; if I had the means to host something like that, and actually had the influence to get anyone I wanted to come, who would my Legends be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I can come up with... &lt;br /&gt;    (and because I am dreaming, I am going dead and alive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/jb_gilded_paul_1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/jb_gilded_paul_1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Alice Paul: Her story continues to inspire me to stand up for my political beliefs.  She was one of the founders of the National Women's Party that made huge sacrifices to get the 19th Amendment passed.  Check out "Iron Jawed Angels" if you are interested... GREAT MOVIE and pretty accurate to history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/unicefah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/unicefah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Audrey Hepburn:  Though I love her as an actress and she did inspire me to take that path earlier in my life, more importantly she dedicated her life to UNICEF to help children around the globe.  She was very much the Angelina Jolie of her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My grandma: Despite growing up in the 1920s and 1930s, my grandma was raised with very progressive ideas.  Being a woman didn't prevent her from standing up for what she believed in and making her own choices throughout her life.  To this day, I can guarantee that if politics is ever mentioned, my grandma would have an opinion to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/scan0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/scan0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My mom and dad:  My parents have always supported all of my endeavors, giving me confidence to take on whatever my heart guides me to undertake.  This unfaltering support has led me down many paths sometimes successful and sometimes not, but always feeling assured in the attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all that come to mind right now. I have a party with my mom, dad and grandma... But maybe I should take note and thank them.  Maybe because of the sacrifices of so many in previous generations there seem to be fewer famous "legends" in my life.  I will keep thinking of Legends that have shaped the person that I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I would love you hear who your Legends might be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114843203786041144?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114843203786041144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114843203786041144' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114843203786041144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114843203786041144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-would-be-your-legends.html' title='Who Would be Your Legends?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114801168915399848</id><published>2006-05-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:11:10.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO Janusz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/bio_Liberkowski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/bio_Liberkowski.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a big nerd, watching all of the American ___________ shows.  My latest hope is American Inventor, since I am no longer really following American Idol.  I am rewatching last weeks episode with the four finalists right now, and at nine the winner will be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, due to my heartbreak at Chris' elimination from Idol, I was inspired to vote on Inventor, making sure I did my part.  I cast all five votes for Janusz (Yanoosh) Liberkowski, inventor of Anecia, the rotating car seat named after his baby girl that was killed in a car accident.  We'll see how it all plays out, as all of the inventions are good and important, but Janusz's invention directly saves lives and is so brilliant.  I wish they could make these car seats for adults... might have spared me a few broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JANUSZ!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114801168915399848?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114801168915399848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114801168915399848' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114801168915399848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114801168915399848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-janusz.html' title='GO Janusz!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114784291952360145</id><published>2006-05-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:15:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought Hooters was Bad!</title><content type='html'>So I only began to read the &lt;a href="http://preview.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20060516090309990033"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, but it's pretty frickin' hilarious/offensive!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embarrassingly admit the headline caught my eye when the daily AOL news popped up after I logged on to AIM.  And rather than let it pass, I thought I would share.  It was just such a shocker... Pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114784291952360145?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114784291952360145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114784291952360145' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114784291952360145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114784291952360145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-i-thought-hooters-was-bad.html' title='And I Thought Hooters was Bad!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114774793613407245</id><published>2006-05-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:54:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>So I have been bad about posting lately... My apologies.  Things are starting to settle down, and I am feeling in control of my life again, thank goodness!  Even so, I don't really have anything too exciting to share, so instead I will just give a little run down on what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kasey has been in town this last week and will be here for a few more days.  The hope is that she will fall in love with Fresno again and move home, but we have tough competition... Austin, TX.  We will see what she decides.  If she does make the move home, it will be in September, and I will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I am getting baptized on Sunday.  I am really excited and feel good about the whole thing. I am also relieved that my testimony is already taken care of.  I am a little curious as to how it is all going to work, as I am not that familiar with the logistics of baptism.  I am sure we will work it all out at some point this week, but until then I will continue to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am so excited about a new aspect of my teaching of AP European history.  I am hoping to organize a student trip to Europe.  There is actually a trip designed exactly for AP Euro, so all of the sites and experiences completely align with the curriculum.  The best part... I would get to go for free!  I am planning to arrange it for this time next year, just following the AP test.  So we will see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, four weeks until the end of school, BTSA will be done in the beginning of June, and I am still planning to move to Tower in the beginning-ish of August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114774793613407245?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114774793613407245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114774793613407245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114774793613407245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114774793613407245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114732275546258532</id><published>2006-05-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:51:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America got it Wrong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Chris-Daughtry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/200/Chris-Daughtry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bummed about American Idol!  My favorite from the beginning has been eliminated.  I really have nothing much to say about it, except that I am disappointed that Chris isn't going to be the next American Idol... Guess I should have voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rooting for Elliot now, but with much less enthusiasm.  If I didn't have to watch Taylor flail around the stage he wouldn't be so bad, and Katharine is beautiful with a beautiful voice, but she is kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booo America!  We can't choose anything right... idols...presidents...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114732275546258532?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114732275546258532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114732275546258532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114732275546258532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114732275546258532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/america-got-it-wrong.html' title='America got it Wrong!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114680385916357717</id><published>2006-05-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:45:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok... Here's a post!</title><content type='html'>After receiving many complaints and the threat of being removed from certain Link Lists, here's what's happening in my neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/grease.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/grease.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier this week I finished "Grease"... It was exhausting, frustrating, and time consuming, BUT it opened the door for me to direct a show next year.  I think I am going to do "Little Shop of Horrors" because of the students talent that I have to work with.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/poster_lsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/poster_lsh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this week I have been putting most of my energy to the AP Economics test, which is in one week.  I have much to review with the students, and it all culminates next Thursday.  So I am pretty stressed about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/tungsten_5_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/tungsten_5_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this I have also been really overwhelmed with obligations, and have been plagued with the feeling of forgetting something.  I always have a stack of paper reminders on my desk, and a calendar full of reminders that I never read.  SO I decided to take the plunge... I just bought PDA, and am in techie nerd heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the goings-on in my life... hope this is adequate Jay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114680385916357717?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114680385916357717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114680385916357717' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114680385916357717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114680385916357717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-ok-heres-post.html' title='Ok, Ok... Here&apos;s a post!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114572941091575831</id><published>2006-04-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:11:04.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Laugh at Yourself, Who Can You Laugh At?</title><content type='html'>As I am never one to turn away some self-deprecating humor, I have added a very apropos clip to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kendalljkelly"&gt;my MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.  For a good laugh, go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114572941091575831?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114572941091575831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114572941091575831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114572941091575831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114572941091575831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-cant-laugh-at-yourself-who-can.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Laugh at Yourself, Who Can You Laugh At?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114557639217167082</id><published>2006-04-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:52:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Runneth Over... No, My Plate is Too Full... You Get the Picture</title><content type='html'>This year in general has been pretty hectic and stressful for me, but it's all really hitting the fan now!  I am trying to take it one day at a time, keeping things in perspective... but all of my looming deadlines are growing too near too soon.  (So rather than chipping away at my workload, I am going to blog about it instead).  Lets see... Next week, STAR testing that my students are nearly prepared for, but we have had no time for review.  And really, when I say prepared I mean, I have taught the standard, this does not however mean that they have learned it.  Next week, I am in the school play "Grease."  Why I agreed to do this, I have no idea... And now finding time to get to a rehearsal that is extremely poorly executed is seeming a huge waste of time.  Two weeks, AP Econ test... Once again students are nearly prepared, but we have hit major senioritous and making class as productive as it needs to be is becoming more difficult than I am prepared to handle.  Lets not forget BTSA!  Have to finish all of my events in the next two weeks... When this is going to happen I have no idea.  But somehow it will, and then I will be done.  Oh wait, no.  I still have to finish my portfolio for BTSA by June 2nd or else I can never get my cleared credential... And there is much to be done.  To top it off, my cats have stomach problems and are throwing up throughout the day and I have to take them to the vet tomorrow.  Oh yes, and I am still in the midst of a lawsuit against the insurance company of the girl that caused my car accident a year and a half ago, in order to cover the basic expenses it brought into my life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I am actually doing alright, and I know that this wouldn't be before me if I couldn't handle it.  However I did need a little venting session, and also to forewarn you as to why I may be cross-eyed and delirious the next time I see you.  Thanks for the ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114557639217167082?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114557639217167082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114557639217167082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114557639217167082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114557639217167082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-cup-runneth-over-no-my-plate-is-too.html' title='My Cup Runneth Over... No, My Plate is Too Full... You Get the Picture'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114503921120698441</id><published>2006-04-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:26:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/pic14413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/400/pic14413.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the reason for the season, but I thought it was cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114503921120698441?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114503921120698441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114503921120698441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114503921120698441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114503921120698441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114485727100056106</id><published>2006-04-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:57:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Tower...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/tower-district.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/tower-district.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you all know, I am now planning on moving down to Tower at some point over the summer.  I am going to talk to Harp about her place, when she and Joe'l move, because that apartment is ideal, but I am not limited to that spot.  Let me know if you see, hear, or know of any other available places!  YAY! I am soooo excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114485727100056106?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114485727100056106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114485727100056106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114485727100056106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114485727100056106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-to-tower.html' title='Moving to Tower...'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114477293421481314</id><published>2006-04-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:28:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Breeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Lovers%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Lovers%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out if there is anyway to know what kind of cats I have.  Now I am sure they are "muts" or whatever you call cats with mixed backgrounds.  Yet, they do have fairly distinctive looks, especially Sophia, and have absolutely polar personalities.  Do you guys know of a site that helps recognize cat breeds, even if they aren't pure breeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Summer%202005%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Summer%202005%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Fall%202005%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Fall%202005%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114477293421481314?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114477293421481314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114477293421481314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114477293421481314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114477293421481314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat-breeds.html' title='Cat Breeds'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114460496978498017</id><published>2006-04-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:54:02.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/1018380343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/1018380343.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was watching the Travel Channel (one of my favorites) and they had a special show about this ship called the &lt;a href="http://www.residensea.com"&gt;Residensea&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a gigantic ship that holds about 110 luxury apartments and just about every other amenity the wealthy could possibly ask for.  Now I wouldn't turn down the life of luxury, but it is not something that I long for.  I am however jealous of what comes along with living aboard this ship.  The Residensea cruises the world, so every morning you wake up at another port of call, visiting the entire world!  Being able to travel so freely (or expensively, whatever) would be so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nuts to think of how some people are able to live.  Now this raises questions of true necessity or just pure indulgence, but to have the world at your fingertips as these people do, leaves me a bit envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/nave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/nave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114460496978498017?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114460496978498017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114460496978498017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114460496978498017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114460496978498017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-little-dreaming.html' title='Just a Little Dreaming...'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114438196319033215</id><published>2006-04-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:52:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul 2 Soul Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Soul2Soulpresspictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Soul2Soulpresspictures.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to see if anyone was interested in going to the Soul 2 Soul concert on August 14th at the Save Mart Center.  It is a ways off, but the tickets go on sale this weekend.  Let me know, and we can coordinate the ticket purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you were confused... It is Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114438196319033215?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114438196319033215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114438196319033215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114438196319033215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114438196319033215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/soul-2-soul-anyone.html' title='Soul 2 Soul Anyone?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114403742327655759</id><published>2006-04-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:38:19.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/scan0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/scan0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got home from church tonight, my parents seemed angry, or at least not their pleasant usual selves.  After asking if they were mad, they said "We have some sad news."  I knew immediately. Our 14 year old family dog, Jordan, passed away.  He had been going down hill very quickly these last few weeks, and today he appeared to be suffering more than normal.  Our prayers were answered, as he was released from his pain.  At hearing the news I was saddened but grateful. This fantastic friend would no longer be hurting, but he will certainly be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/scan0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/scan0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan joined our family when I was only 11.  He was my brother's 9th birthday present, and was named Jordan because Michael Jordan was my brother's hero, and his tongue always hung out.  He was the sweetest dog that just wanted to be near us and love us... and he did.  In his 14 long years, he survived two major attacks from the dogs next door, where he suffered the loss of his tail and major facial damage.  He also out lived our two younger dogs, Shaq and Mugsey.  But now the boys are together again.  He was a wonderful member of our family and will certainly be missed.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/scan0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/scan0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114403742327655759?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114403742327655759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114403742327655759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114403742327655759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114403742327655759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss-you-sweet-boy.html' title='Miss You Sweet Boy'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114396773442726446</id><published>2006-04-02T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:55:33.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes a Legend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/jccash.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/jccash.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lying in bed watching "Walk the Line" for the second time, and I got to thinking... What makes a Legend?  After having watched this movie for the first time I was hooked.  I went immediately to iTunes and began downloading Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash songs.  Prior to having watched this movie, I had no idea what made Johnny Cash the icon that he was.  Now I adore him and his music. I figured that the movie would stimulate his popularity but I had no idea to what degree.  In my AP Econ class a few weeks ago the kids were working and asked if I would play some music.  So I jokingly suggested my Johnny Cash playlist, because some friends find this music humorous.  Instead of the laughs I expected the kids unanimously supported the choice of the Johnny Cash list.  They too love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my question.  Is Johnny Cash a legend because Joaquin Phoenix portrayed him so well, or is his life and sound so unique that it transcends time and can become popular time and again?  Would a movie popularize any artist or does it require a special story and talent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114396773442726446?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114396773442726446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114396773442726446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114396773442726446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114396773442726446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-makes-legend.html' title='What Makes a Legend?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114369406410914521</id><published>2006-03-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:47:44.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Nerd</title><content type='html'>So as Becky would say, I am in Blogger Nerd Heaven.  I started a blog for my Economics class for them to ask questions and discuss topics.  They are doing so well with it!  Now, I did have to erase a few lamo posts, but what can you expect from 17 year old boys (nothing inappropriate just goofy).  The students have been talking about it today how they really like it, and now they are thinking about the content without having to do our stupid worksheets.  I don't know what it is about the Internet, but it really does make any subject more interesting.  They now want to talk about it because it's posted on the World Wide Web for all to see.  SO, if you have any interest in seeing what my AP students are up to check out my link to Apache Economics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114369406410914521?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114369406410914521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114369406410914521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114369406410914521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114369406410914521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogging-nerd.html' title='Blogging Nerd'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114306562405821830</id><published>2006-03-22T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:13:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience and Compassion</title><content type='html'>Today I have been reflecting on the relationships that I have fostered with my students, particularly my AP seniors.  This morning as I arrived in the parking lot two of my seniors (boyfriend and girlfriend) ran over to me and asked where I had been because they came early to give me their formal picture.  On the back of the picture they had written "Thanks for being so great to us.  We love you.  Sorry for being such a bother sometimes.  We will miss you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this little note has really gotten me thinking.  Throughout this year I have questioned myself on how I run my AP class.  Due to the fact that I have no prior experience with the material I have had to adapt how I typically interact with my students.  Rather than being a pool of knowledge that runs class in a fairly regemented way, I have allowed for my AP students to have more freedom in seeking the knowledge and learning the material.  Now, I still instruct the class and maintain certain expectations of the class but it is a more relaxed atmosphere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that... The girl that brought me the picture has been getting frustrated with her struggles in the class recently, to the point of tears on occassion.  On the last test day she came in and lashed out at me with a statement about the difficulty of the test that they were about to take.  Instead of responding in anger to the comment, I forced her to see the situation rationally and then calmed her down and supported her through it.  That day I went back and forth wondering if I should have responded more severely.  I now think that I handled this particular situation in the appropriate manner because she knows her behavior was uncalled for and she also knows that all of my actions in that class are done because I care.  I am seeing more and more that students respond best to patience and compassion as opposed to oppressive discipline and teaching strategies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114306562405821830?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114306562405821830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114306562405821830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114306562405821830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114306562405821830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/03/patience-and-compassion.html' title='Patience and Compassion'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114256602041940714</id><published>2006-03-16T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:08:13.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/holocaust%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/200/holocaust%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have ended with me feeling completely wiped out. I couldn't figure out why.  I haven't done anything out of the ordinary as far as the lesson execution goes... They have been good lessons but not exhausting as far I as I could tell.  Well today concluded and I couldn't figure it out.  Couldn't talk, couldn't think... What was going on?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to talk to a colleague about comments made by some of my World History students today.  I had two girls, in isolated situations, tell me that they have been having nightmares about my class.  Let me clarify... It's not that being in my class is traumatizing, but rather that the content that we are studying is getting to them so much that they are even dreaming about it.  At first I felt guilty that I was causing them emotional distress, but then I realized... They were thinking about the content so much and caring about it to the degree that they were dreaming it... A TEACHER'S dream!  So as I was discussing this with the teacher and telling him about the Holocaust activity and video that we watched today, it dawned on me.  I, too, am wiped out from the emotional content that I am teaching.  Part of me hopes as I gain more experience teaching this material it will become easier, but another part of me hopes I never become desensitized to it.  Only time will tell I suppose, but for tonight a trip to Starbucks has prepared me to get working on more lesson planning for the next few days... Nagasaki and Hiroshima.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I promised my kids and myself... After the STAR test (the test given at the end of the year to assess student's comprehension of the state standards- for you non-teachers) I am going to design lessons that lead the students to look for positive solutions for the future, and lead them to find ways to contribute to society in a constructive way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114256602041940714?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114256602041940714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114256602041940714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114256602041940714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114256602041940714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/03/emotional-exhaustion.html' title='Emotional Exhaustion'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114212546805871397</id><published>2006-03-11T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:07:16.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Miss Piggy!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh man! I am such a pig! But food is sooooo yummy! HAHAHAHA! Sadly, the whole time I was taking the quiz I knew I was going to be a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table width=300 height="120" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding=1 border=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=center align=center style="font-size: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which Deadly Sin Is Yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/gluttony.jpg" alt="Which Deadly Sin Are You"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Gluttony&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, it's all about the excess.  It may be food or something else but the more the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/deadly_sins_quiz.php"&gt;Find out your Deadly Sin&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114212546805871397?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114212546805871397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114212546805871397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114212546805871397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114212546805871397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-call-me-miss-piggy.html' title='Just Call Me Miss Piggy!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114149025632450908</id><published>2006-03-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:37:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Venice%20oligarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Venice%20oligarchy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official and I couldn't be happier. I was just informed yesterday that I will be teaching AP European History next year, and for years to come. This class is the ideal... It is the closest I could get to the content and level of depth that I want to teach without actually teaching at the college level. Along with this fantastic news, I am loving teaching again, and am absolutely certain that my decision to stay is the right one. Thanks to all of you for your constant support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114149025632450908?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114149025632450908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114149025632450908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114149025632450908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114149025632450908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114089777852142538</id><published>2006-02-25T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:02:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sexist Childhood Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/1600/Scream_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Scream_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have been a posting fool the last two days, but I am under the weather... so what else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sitting here watching one of my childhood favorites, "The Swiss Family Robinson." I loved the adventure of it. All of the nature and I think I used to like the sons too. Well it just got to the scene where they help Robert, the "boy" with his head wrapped, and they all start to argue. Amidst the argument the head wrap falls off, revealing short red hair... and it suddenly is so apparent that Robert is actually Roberta. Now it's not the cheesiness of the uncovered short hair making it obvious that he was actually a she that bothers me. It is the immediate "chivalry" displayed by Fritz and Ernst. And the immediate teary helplessness demonstrated by Roberta...oh thank goodness I don't have to put on this charade any longer, now I can cry and be weak like a girl! And they treat her as if she is a weak child, despite the fact that she had just been surviving bravely as a boy. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what my point is... only I never realized the gender stereotyping that was so blatant when I was little, which suprises me because even as a kid I was pretty sensitive to this, or so I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114089777852142538?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114089777852142538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114089777852142538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089777852142538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089777852142538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/sexist-childhood-favorite.html' title='A Sexist Childhood Favorite'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114089104434472261</id><published>2006-02-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:11:49.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man We are a Handsome Group of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our "special" friend, Woody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick... it's not that bad, but all I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, Tim. Looks like PA is treating him well! Yikes!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114089104434472261?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114089104434472261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114089104434472261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089104434472261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089104434472261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-we-are-handsome-group-of-friends.html' title='Man We are a Handsome Group of Friends'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114089075836116012</id><published>2006-02-25T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:05:58.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sara, as we've never seen her before.  Although the lipstick is still going strong! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  CHHHHHHEEESSSSSEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The look of sheer joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/640/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6514/1980/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bitter beer face.  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114089075836116012?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114089075836116012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114089075836116012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089075836116012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114089075836116012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114083833151432430</id><published>2006-02-24T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:32:11.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh to be a Kid Again!</title><content type='html'>So I found this posted on my friends MySpace, and I thought it was hilarious after last Saturday's dinner and post-meal conversations. Ed, these might be after your time (wink, wink). Actually, I have to admit, some of them are past my time... not so much a Power Rangers fan. Anyhoo, enjoy and feel free to add to the list of nostalgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're a 90's kid if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up earlyon a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ever got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wore socks over leggings scrunched down" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE"he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stumbed he's toe oe oe and thats the end end end of the elephants show ow ow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac and Vicki the Robot from "MY Little Wonder"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You played and or collected "Pogs"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You owned a Skip It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, and Ninja Turtles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were IT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember a time before the WB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought it would be so cool to be Alex Mack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.. LOL" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to the hand" ... enough said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TGIF was the thing to watch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought Brain woud finally take over the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were the KING of the Tether ball Court"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ren and Stimpy Were Awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collected Polly Pockets!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't wait to hear about all of the trends and "fads" of this century&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114083833151432430?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114083833151432430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114083833151432430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114083833151432430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114083833151432430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahh-to-be-kid-again.html' title='Ahh to be a Kid Again!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114047460584321508</id><published>2006-02-20T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:30:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let (Me) Eat Cake"</title><content type='html'>Well, after some major opportunities presenting themselves, research and in depth consideration, I have decided to not follow through with applying to the Peace Corps. I have been offered the AP European History class, promised I will never have to teach AP Econ, and I will keep my beloved World History classes. This was a huge offer as European History is my passion. This has been weighing on my heart for a while now because I want to volunteer abroad but I am really finding my niche with teaching. This morning my mom discovered summer opportunities worldwide for volunteering! Eureka! (Yeah I said it.) I can have my cake and eat it too! So, I will still be looking to travel the world, experience new cultures and help out, but not for such an extended period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for Fresno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114047460584321508?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114047460584321508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114047460584321508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114047460584321508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114047460584321508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-eat-cake.html' title='&quot;Let (Me) Eat Cake&quot;'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114030453189398763</id><published>2006-02-18T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:15:31.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOP, Hide Your Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster8.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grim Gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Fried Twinkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Olive Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Republicans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114030453189398763?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114030453189398763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114030453189398763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030453189398763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030453189398763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/gop-hide-your-children.html' title='GOP, Hide Your Children'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114030297698318270</id><published>2006-02-18T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:49:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Diva? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Miss Piggy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/miss-piggy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114030297698318270?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114030297698318270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114030297698318270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030297698318270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030297698318270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-diva-really.html' title='Am I a Diva? Really?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-114030242720148302</id><published>2006-02-18T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:40:27.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lisa Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/lisa-simpson.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-114030242720148302?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/114030242720148302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=114030242720148302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030242720148302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/114030242720148302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-knew-it.html' title='I Knew It!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113977951815051208</id><published>2006-02-12T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:25:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/1024/Wine%20Tasting%20with%20Stig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/320/Wine%20Tasting%20with%20Stig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a great day driving around Madera with my parents and Becky.  I feel so fortunate to have found Becky.  She has been such a supportive colleague, mentor and friend.  Though friends' paths may lead them to different parts of the country or even the world, there is a special bond between them keeping friends forever connected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113977951815051208?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113977951815051208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113977951815051208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113977951815051208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113977951815051208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-was-such-great-day-driving-around.html' title=''/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113977936604693486</id><published>2006-02-12T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:22:51.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/1024/Mom%20and%20Dad%20Wine%20Tasting.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/320/Mom%20and%20Dad%20Wine%20Tasting.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my parents during our wine tasting outing.  We had such a great time tasting as well as afterwards when we shared a wonderful dinner with close friends and family.  I am truly blessed to have such supportive, loving and kind parents.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113977936604693486?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113977936604693486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113977936604693486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113977936604693486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113977936604693486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-are-my-parents-during-our-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113893742503739820</id><published>2006-02-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:30:31.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: A Redhead Belly Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: North Africa.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Natural causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awesome! All I did was say that I am a teacher... at least I still have my hair color, and maybe I will be back in Africa soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113893742503739820?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113893742503739820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113893742503739820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113893742503739820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113893742503739820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/past-lives.html' title='Past Lives'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113893697786672246</id><published>2006-02-02T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:23:43.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I am Posting This!</title><content type='html'>I am only posting this because I think it is funny... Stig, you and I are sort of like Bert and Ernie! hahahaha... I am Bert. And by the way, anyone confusedly reading this...Stig and I are not a couple, but do think people wonder as we are attached at the hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Bert and Ernie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/bert-and-ernie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two grown puppets living together, sleeping in the same room?They've even got coordinating striped shirts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113893697786672246?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113893697786672246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113893697786672246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113893697786672246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113893697786672246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-i-am-posting-this.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I am Posting This!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113843245199226868</id><published>2006-01-27T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:24:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal Speed?</title><content type='html'>So I have had one of the most productive days in a very long time. Had a great day at school, and decided instead of going home to veg on a Friday afternoon, I would stay and prepare for Monday. This prevents me from having to go back to school on Sunday as I typically do. I wrote a test, finished lesson plans, made copies, cleaned my desk, and organized my room in general... Leaving the campus around 7pm. Once I got home (where I have been living in squalor), I decided to straighten up. I cleaned for nearly 3 hours straight and now have a tidy apartment. I am feeling much peace in knowing everything is ready for Monday, my apartment is in order, and I have an open weekend ahead of me... Good right? Well, the only reason I was able to get all of this done was because I drank a Rock Star energy drink right after school. I knew that this boost would get me motivated and energetic enough to complete the tasks that I needed to. I feel like a cheater. As if the only way I can be productive for an extended period of time requires the aid of energy my body is not producing on its own. I know the drink isn't great for my body, and for that reason don't drink it that often... Not like volleyball season. However, I also am becoming aware of how much it aids me in fulfilling my responsibilities, and think of all the tasks I can now complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point are we abusing legal substances that alter our natural behavior?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113843245199226868?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113843245199226868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113843245199226868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113843245199226868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113843245199226868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/01/legal-speed.html' title='Legal Speed?'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113815225423561859</id><published>2006-01-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:24:14.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Dumbest People</title><content type='html'>2005 DARWIN Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's that magical time of the year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here then, are the glorious winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When his 38-caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victimduring a hold-up in Long Beach, California, would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cuttingmachine and, after a little hopping around, submitted a claim to hisinsurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and lost a finger. The chef's claim was approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn't discovered for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15. (If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seems a guy wanted some beer pretty badly. He decided thathe'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, "Yes, officer, that's her. That's the ladyI stole the purse from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan, at 5 a.m., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away. A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline and plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges, saying that it was the best laugh he'd ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113815225423561859?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113815225423561859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113815225423561859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113815225423561859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113815225423561859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/01/worlds-dumbest-people.html' title='The World&apos;s Dumbest People'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113780727711331768</id><published>2006-01-20T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:34:37.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a Smile on Your Face</title><content type='html'>Ok... Ed, I am starting a new tradition! Being that I rarely feel I have anything significant to write, I am just going to keep posting things that I find that I like. Granted some of these are pretty dumb, but I am certain at least one will put a smile on your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't read this and stay in a bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;Unique Up On It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;Tame Way, Unique Up On It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest?&lt;br /&gt;They Take The Psycho Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How Do You Get Holy Water?&lt;br /&gt;You Boil The Hell Out Of It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall?&lt;br /&gt;Dam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt;A Stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours?&lt;br /&gt;Nacho Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What Do You Call Santa's Helpers?&lt;br /&gt;Subordinate Clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What Do You Call Four Bullfighters In Quicksand?&lt;br /&gt;Quattro Sinko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What Do You Get From a Pampered Cow?&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?&lt;br /&gt;A Nervous Wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Can Roast Beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where Do You Find a Dog With No Legs?&lt;br /&gt;Right Where You Left Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?&lt;br /&gt;Because They Have Big Fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?&lt;br /&gt;Because It Scares The Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic? &lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?&lt;br /&gt;The Location Of The Dirt Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?&lt;br /&gt;Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer And a Bad Skydiver?&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Golfer Goes Whack, Dang!A Bad Skydiver Goes Dang! Whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How Is a Texas Tornado And a Alabama Divorce The Same?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, admit it. At least one of these made you smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113780727711331768?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113780727711331768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113780727711331768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113780727711331768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113780727711331768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/01/put-smile-on-your-face.html' title='Put a Smile on Your Face'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113738463967742008</id><published>2006-01-15T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:10:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points to Ponder</title><content type='html'>So I took this off a friend's MySpace bulletin. I thought the few of you that read my posts might get a kick out of these. Plus it means I don't have to think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to think about that you probably have never thought about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you cry under water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you have to "put your two cents in"...but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? (Yeah, I'd like to know what you guys are doing with my other penny!) Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the window?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113738463967742008?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113738463967742008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113738463967742008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113738463967742008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113738463967742008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/01/points-to-ponder.html' title='Points to Ponder'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113694957443947631</id><published>2006-01-10T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:03:51.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Step</title><content type='html'>Alright all you blog freaks... here is a new entry! Tradition broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering my next step in this crazy journey of life. I will have my clear credential this June, but am biting at the bit to try something new. The good thing is, teaching will always be there. In the past few months I have been left feeling like I am not taking full advantage of the life in front of me, and am tired of just being complacent while I have the freedom to do anything. So, with a little suggestion from a friend and a lot of thinking and praying, I have decided to apply to the Peace Corp. I have been doing some research to get a better idea of what exactly I am getting myself into, but if any of you have any insight or feedback it would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113694957443947631?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113694957443947631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113694957443947631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113694957443947631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113694957443947631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2006/01/next-step.html' title='Next Step'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113566981482608103</id><published>2005-12-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:50:14.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>This has been such a year of change and growth for myself and the life around me.  Most recently came the change of my family's Christmas celebration.  It's very strange to me, because I feel in the past week I have shared my family's great tradition with many friends and thought that I looked forward to it continuing this year.  Well things were on track as always, beginning with the celebration of my brother's birthday on the 23rd of December with a wonderful prime rib dinner.  (A tradition which we learned began on the night of my brother's birth, when my grandfather on my dad's side prepared us this celebratory meal... it's been maintained ever since.)  The following morning, Christmas Eve, my parents, brother, and I awoke and did the traditional gift exchange.  (This tradition began out of necessity, for we always travelled to Chico, and transporting all of those gifts was just too much). I then layed down for a nap, after chauffering my brother and his friends around the night before until 3 am. (Happy to say that is not a tradition, but I was pleased to offer my service this year).  Well, I awoke a couple of hours later to find my parents and brother discussing whether or not we should make the traditional 4.5 hour trek to Chico, to continue all of the Christmas festivities as we always have.  I was the only one seemingly clinging to the tradition, and I must admit that I even became emotional over the thought of losing a 24 year old family ritual.  However, once I rethought my emotional response, I realized that it wasn't that I wanted to maintain the ways of the past, but rather I feared letting go of it.  In retrospect, I couldn't tell you the difference between any Christmas in the past 14 years... although I do love seeing all of my family, the Christmas ritual had become so routine (having the same conversations with the same people year in and year out) it was good to start anew.  I am not saying that there is any regret in the previous Christmas', but rather the change was for the best.  My immediate family was able to reconnect in a way that we haven't in many years.  Therefore bringing me to my real point.  I realized this Christmas that traditions are only worth keeping if there is meaning behind them and each additional experience brings one new joy.  When these traditions become routine, and no longer special we must reevaluate what we are doing and reinvent how we interact so that there is always relevance and excitement to be found in our time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113566981482608103?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113566981482608103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113566981482608103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113566981482608103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113566981482608103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2005/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113511144365515194</id><published>2005-12-20T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:44:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I have been reflecting a lot lately on my life, and the choices that I have made to get to the place that I am today.  I often have wondered if coming back to Fresno was the right thing for me or just the safe, non-challenging route, that I only pursued because I was afraid to attempt anything else.  Recently, however, I have become aware of the great life that has begun to take hold around me, and this IS the place that I am meant to be for this time in my life.  After 3 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; years I am now surrounded by quality friends that have been amazing to me, good times and bad.  I have learned so much from each one of them, and am becoming the person that I am meant to be, because of each and every unique individual that is a part of my life.  I am so grateful for the life that I have found here in Fresno, and look forward to the journey yet to follow.  Thank you to all of my friends for your continued love and support.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113511144365515194?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113511144365515194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113511144365515194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113511144365515194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113511144365515194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2005/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113485292605075779</id><published>2005-12-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:55:26.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/1024/Fall%202005%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/320/Fall%202005%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, about to hit Tower for a round of Pub Golf!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113485292605075779?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113485292605075779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113485292605075779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113485292605075779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113485292605075779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2005/12/everyone-about-to-hit-tower-for-round.html' title=''/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113485261539698848</id><published>2005-12-17T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:50:17.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/1024/P1010111.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/9071/320/P1010111.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SATC girls!  I am so thankful to have such great friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113485261539698848?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113485261539698848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113485261539698848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113485261539698848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113485261539698848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-satc-girls-i-am-so-thankful-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19913802.post-113470908474425301</id><published>2005-12-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:58:04.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Couldn't Resist!</title><content type='html'>I was feeling so completely out of the loop... apparently the only blogless person left.... So here I am.  Don't expect too much insight,more likely lots of randomness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19913802-113470908474425301?l=kendalljean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/feeds/113470908474425301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19913802&amp;postID=113470908474425301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113470908474425301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19913802/posts/default/113470908474425301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendalljean.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='I Couldn&apos;t Resist!'/><author><name>kendalljean</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
