<?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-9840467</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:56.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherokee Princess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112559504454728372</id><published>2005-09-01T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:17:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>I hope today finds you all well.  My prayers continue to go out to all those who have lost someone and those who are displaced today.  What a challenging time,&lt;br /&gt;Well I forgot I have a meeting this afternoon with Aiyanna's speech therapist (yes, I know I'm a therapist...but there is a reason dr's don't operate on their own children) :-)  She gets entirely too aggravated at me.  Anyway, they will tell me whether she is eligible for speech services.  I'll be shocked if she's not...I'm positive she will remain in therapy.  Her poor articulation on some sounds really colors the way she spells words phonetically.  that should be all the reason she needs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out a got an extra paycheck!  woo hoo.  God is good.  I'm telling you that is my mantra....God is good and God is my Source.  It helps me get rid of the worry in trying to control everything. &lt;br /&gt;Aiyanna was voted student of the month for August.  She's still not sold on school...but at least she is doing well while she is there.  Alec is totally into aliens again.  He is reading every night before bed.  He told me last night...man I only have 2 more chapters in my book.  I don't want it to end...its like being on vacation...the book just takes you away.  The boy is so smart.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm thinking about getting a puppy...but i think it would be too time consuming...and I always do this when i'm bored.  Hurry up Sage woman and move already.  save me from a house of pets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112559504454728372?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112559504454728372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112559504454728372' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112559504454728372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112559504454728372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-all.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112544184881621075</id><published>2005-08-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:44:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornadoes and such</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Just a note to let you know we got through 7 tornadoes last night in Georgia.  Luckily we were spared a lot of damage.  Just a small downed tree. &lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;My little storm spotter alec was in rare form last night...you'd think someone spiked his milk.  Every five minutes it was this warning that warning...this watch that watch.  oh lord deliver me from meteorology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112544184881621075?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112544184881621075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112544184881621075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112544184881621075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112544184881621075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/tornadoes-and-such.html' title='Tornadoes and such'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112492441544504502</id><published>2005-08-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:00:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl is in love</title><content type='html'>Well Aiyanna has found the boy she plans on marrying.  Yesterday she came home with this boy's phone number.  I am thinking in my mind...do I tell her society's rules about girls not calling boys?  Do I tell her 6 is a bit young to be calling boys?  Or do I just let her do what she wants.  I decide to heck with society.  She calls him and in her words is "perky" around him.  They decide that both mothers should meet at lunch on Friday so they can spend more time together.  I found a construction paper tablet in her room...here are a couple of entries:  (by the way, said boy is called Tanner)&lt;br /&gt;I love u tanr&lt;br /&gt;tanr u are the bom&lt;br /&gt;you don't like faf (faith is her friend that likes tanner as well)&lt;br /&gt;tanner i want you heeer&lt;br /&gt;oh lord.  the thing is...yanna has always been this way.  She has flirted with men and women since birth.  The girl is a diva and a scorpio.  Loren will have a heart attack before 35 at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a many splendored thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112492441544504502?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112492441544504502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112492441544504502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112492441544504502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112492441544504502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-girl-is-in-love.html' title='My girl is in love'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112471146026893136</id><published>2005-08-22T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T04:51:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZA'S READY!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so Sunday morning Aiyanna decided to warm up a slice of pizza.  She put the microwave on 20 minutes.  She left.  I am in the shower...Loren is sleeping I guess. I start to smell something bad and I think someone must have burnt some popcorn...so I keep shaving my legs.&lt;br /&gt;I am smelling it more and more and I'm downstairs.  Finally one of the sadly unconscious parents gets up to check, no, it wasn't me...This pizza was so burned I think I saw the image of the virgin mary.  The barbie plate?  Well, we don't talk about it.  The only thing is, we have this residual burnt smell ALL OVER  the house.  I mean it is horrible.  Does anyone have any suggestions on how to neutralize charred pizza?????&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday to ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112471146026893136?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112471146026893136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112471146026893136' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112471146026893136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112471146026893136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/pizzas-ready.html' title='PIZZA&apos;S READY!!!'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112449473635082354</id><published>2005-08-19T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:38:56.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Spam</title><content type='html'>Okay all you spammers.  Stay out of my sanctuary!  No one is going to read your spam and say...oh yeah I feel like buying that while I'm reading my friend's blog.  It's a waste of time and it's a waste of MY SPACE.  It is sooo annoying.  I get enough in my emails, I don't need more of it thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Can I get an amen????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112449473635082354?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112449473635082354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112449473635082354' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112449473635082354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112449473635082354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop-spam.html' title='Stop the Spam'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112428144565208883</id><published>2005-08-17T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:24:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  It's Hump Day which means, you aren't through yet.  Getting there though.&lt;br /&gt;Well Loren stayed home but when the furniture people came, they put it all together!  But it was a nice break for him, though he seems to be going through his male version of pms.  What's wrong??  Nothing.  (as he smiles this iron type of smile)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the kids loved the beds, though Alec once again moved to the floor to sleep.  Well I guess when he gets older and his "cat type" body doesn't take weird positions as well, he'll change back to sleeping on the bed.   The beds ended up better than I had anticipated and that was a nice surprise.  see?  if you have no expectations, it's a wonderful world. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Aiyanna looked so little in her bed.  weird how that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch spanglish again today.  Loren hasn't seen it.  Hope he is feeling better today!&lt;br /&gt;Well more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112428144565208883?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112428144565208883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112428144565208883' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112428144565208883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112428144565208883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112419653524735419</id><published>2005-08-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:48:55.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 8-16-05</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I posted a few pics of the kids and my struggling art work. :-)&lt;br /&gt;My task today should I choose to accept it is to convince Loren to stay home from work to put the kid's beds together.  hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I got the kids off to school.  I spoke with Yanna about having a positive attitude.  She doesn't seem to be complaining as much about school, so I guess that's an improvement.  She tends to hold onto the one thing that was negative and forget the other 99 positive experiences.  So we're working on that.  Alec is a superstar this year about school.  Thank goodness. Though because of his interest in storm chasing, he informs me of weather patterns and funnel clouds every 5 minutes of my waking day.  But hey, we'll be ready should one come to knock on our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant party is still going on.  Don't they ever tire?  and then lo and behold there was an inch long flying ant with wings.  I thought of you Miss World.  I thought oh lord, not you.  I've heard about you and your little friends.  Well I'm not having it here.  You go back to Miss World's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112419653524735419?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112419653524735419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112419653524735419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419653524735419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419653524735419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday-8-16-05.html' title='Tuesday 8-16-05'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112419585224661510</id><published>2005-08-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:59:06.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/640/2005_0707Storm0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/320/2005_0707Storm0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so they look a little like children of the corn. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9840467-112419585224661510?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112419585224661510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112419585224661510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419585224661510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419585224661510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-so-they-look-little-like-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112419571625475508</id><published>2005-08-16T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:35:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/640/2005_0524mabeldone0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/320/2005_0524mabeldone0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course Aiyanna&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' 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/9840467-112419571625475508?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112419571625475508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112419571625475508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419571625475508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419571625475508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-of-course-aiyanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112419537977381676</id><published>2005-08-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:29:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/640/2005_0529reunion0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/275/7380/320/2005_0529reunion0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a summer picture of Alec&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' 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/9840467-112419537977381676?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112419537977381676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112419537977381676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419537977381676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112419537977381676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-is-summer-picture-of-alec.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112410733541608841</id><published>2005-08-15T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T05:02:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday</title><content type='html'>Hi ya'll.  Another Monday comes circling around again.  I hope this finds everyone well. &lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the weekend pulling weeds.  It's a sad site...if it were a contest the weeds would be well ahead of the game, but I am determined.  and I'm not talking about weeds in the grass, I'm talking weeds growing to knee length in pinestraw.  It's not pretty.  Loren used weed killer yesterday but they still look like they're thriving.  Good news is, I tanned my back which usually never sees the light of day. See?  Theirs a silver lining in every story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the kids a couple of beds and they should be delivered tomorrow afternoon.  I don't think they've had a foot board and head board since they were in toddler beds so long ago.  So even though they don't seem to care, I'm excited. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the candle party cause no one came up with a good excuse.  thanks a lot. ha&lt;br /&gt;and I can't believe people pay 50 dollars for a candle.  holy crap.  If someone can make a living at this, anything is possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we put out ant command centers last night and they are loving it! Aren't the ants supposed to bring the supposed poison back to the queen and they all have a little jim jones moment??  My ants are partying and they are still all over it.  Did I just bring the party platter to their little shin dig??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone share with me how to post pictures in my daily blog???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112410733541608841?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112410733541608841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112410733541608841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112410733541608841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112410733541608841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-monday.html' title='Another Monday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112384881717426886</id><published>2005-08-12T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T05:13:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Hope your Friday finds you well. Not too much happening on this end. I am feeling better, not 100% as of yet. I made a massive error of judgment this morning and stepped onto my scale...I have regained most of my weight. Well the party is over. I need to make changes to my little debbie world. It's no wonder I fell ill so easily. I need to make health a priority and frankly it never really has been. So it is time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112384881717426886?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112384881717426886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112384881717426886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112384881717426886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112384881717426886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112367521778066395</id><published>2005-08-10T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:00:17.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Cold?</title><content type='html'>Is a cold a simple bacterial germ awaiting its perfect host only to slowly take over and hack at it until the host is nothing but a tissue holding, snotty zombie?  Or is it nature's way of saying..hey, slow down, take it easy.  You are overwhelmed and need a vacation?  Ummmm, I'll go with door number 2.  So I will park my butt on the couch and watch regis and kelly.  (holding my tissues)&lt;br /&gt;egads, Yanna gave me her cold, only to get better as soon as I began to falter.  Glad she is doing well health wise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well the teacher wrote me back...I had written a note about Yanna's situation so the teacher would be aware, in case she wasn't.  The teacher said she'd keep her eye on her and move her closer to her desk.  She wasn't aware of anything but thanked me for letting her know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what Yanna's deal is.  I don't think the situation is much worse than last year, but i do think she is going through a funk, and only wants to hang out with me.  I think I remember going through that in 2nd grade.  I'd cry before school every day.  I hope she gets out of it soon, cause it's killing me.  I hate making her do what she hates.  So keep the prayers coming for her...that somehow she adjusts and finds some joy in school...wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;Alec is doing well....except his mother screwed up the tivo....i didn't record the last 7 minutes of the shuttle landing.  Oh lord did she screw up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's the deal...an aquaitance who lives closely keeps inviting me to these tupperware, candle parties, and birthdays bashes....first off, I hate cults, second I'd like to spend my money on other things, and third i hate spending my time at those awful things.  Give me some excuses!!&lt;br /&gt;Why do women do this??  Don't they know this is what sets back the women's movement 1000 years??  Its stepford wife material!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit at my first tupperware party I was drawn into the convenience of the plastic little bowls with the oh so easy to snap on lids....but THAT'S OVER.  It's done.  I'm recovered.  It's time to move on.  It's not healthy for me anymore and I think we should go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;-just breathe-&lt;br /&gt;oh dang it...I can't, the cold...remember?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, congrats to cherokee sage woman for selling her house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Time to move closer to me and Hippie girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112367521778066395?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112367521778066395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112367521778066395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112367521778066395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112367521778066395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-cold.html' title='What is a Cold?'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112350500600745561</id><published>2005-08-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T05:43:26.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Monday</title><content type='html'>Well it's pouring here.  Another day to melt.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Stone Mountain yesterday as a kind of decompression activity for the kids after a stressful week.  Well we get there and it's nice...we tour the plantation homes of the south, then go to the main park and go to the confederate museum that alec is begging us to take him to...well we get there and it's basically science of life that we have seen at another museum a million times...well alec also begged us to take the train to the museum, which we did thinking there was a lot to see...wrong.  They kept the air conditioning at freezing and all of a sudden the sky opens up and it's storming and raining like nothing I've seen.  Greeat, stranded at a confederate museum.  So we sat there for 30 minutes with 2 very tired kids...then we were literally soaked through and through and of course i was wearing thin material because in Georgia if its not raining, it's hellishly hot.  So i'm on the train, then running through the park, then to the car in my see through pants, with a thong on.  NO I NEVER USUALLY WEAR ONE...but the lines of these pants are very scary with normal underwear.  so I'm pulling down my my WHITE TANK TOP over my bottom, no small feat.  and my son is asking if we can stop in at the store.  i said alec i'm not worried about the store, i'm worried about my underwear and he just starts laughing all the way to the car. &lt;br /&gt;just another day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kids are back at school and I have a nagging to get back to updating the spirit works site...I'm thinking it's about time for some TLC  there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112350500600745561?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112350500600745561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112350500600745561' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112350500600745561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112350500600745561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/rainy-monday.html' title='Rainy Monday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112336328273925393</id><published>2005-08-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:21:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays...</title><content type='html'>Oh my.  Saturday already?  The kids are home and hubby is working a 12 hour shift and I am yelling, hey, stop it at my kids from my computer as I type.  gotta love the quality time I am giving them. haha &lt;br /&gt;Hey we can't all be Carol Brady all the time.  She was psycho anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on today.  Just had a cardio platter at McDonalds and am ready to curl up and watch a movie.  Okay, yes, I could feel guilty, but no I won't cause what's the point??&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old days when we would watch cartoons til noon then play outside til the sun went down??  or was that just my mom kicking us out of the house??  Now that cartoons play 24 hrs a day, it loses the old appreciation that comes from only having 3 channels.  Ah the days of the lava lamp.  My grandparents had one!  It was considered a piece of art.  I wonder who that went to.  hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back in those days my favorite song was Torn Between 2 lovers...remember that one?&lt;br /&gt;and I was a fundamentalist freak.  What were ya'lls favs??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112336328273925393?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112336328273925393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112336328273925393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112336328273925393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112336328273925393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays...'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112324476927977986</id><published>2005-08-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T05:26:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  TGIF to ya!&lt;br /&gt;I believe TGIF should have been yesterday.  Don't you think it would be more balanced if we worked 4 days and were off 3??  It makes sense to me.  It takes a day to just calm down and one day off is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Course with my kind of work I am always on call. haha  But I'm not complaining.  I've learned it's the best fit for me right now.  I've never been one for authority figures.  They freak me out because of an overbearing authoritarian father.  and yes, I'm still suffering from the after shocks of it.  So I either need to be my own boss or work off site.  I realize that by manipulating my environment I am trying to skip past my life lesson of dealing with my issues.  But honestly, after my last job, I'm good thank you.  I am all bossed out.&lt;br /&gt;Alec is happy that it's "easy friday"...I guess they came up with that name because it's the day of his one recess a week.  (how pathetic is that?)&lt;br /&gt;Yanna is still not happy with school.  You are right Mark, she must find her own way.  She takes EVERYTHING to heart.  Her brother is pretty verbally critical of her (due to jealousy issues) and I think it's hard for her to bear someone being uncool at school.  yes, i know it rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can't protect them from everything, though I have tried.  It's just such a long school day and such a long week when you aren't happy.  I hope things shift and change for her, more internally than anything else.  We just can't rely on other people for how we feel about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched Million Dollar Baby and had lots of p-butter cookies...man what a sad movie.  ugh.  I wasn't ready for all that.  An excellent film however Hillary Swank better start looking for some "fast times at ridgemont high" types of scripts or I'm gonna have to avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;She is a super actress, but man, too much emotion.  I had the hardest time watching Boys Don't Cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112324476927977986?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112324476927977986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112324476927977986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112324476927977986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112324476927977986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-friday.html' title='IT&apos;S FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112315866996793368</id><published>2005-08-04T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T05:31:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Okay so why do women have to be prisomer of their hormones I ask you???&lt;br /&gt;I am journaling and went back a month, low and behold another bad day. haha&lt;br /&gt;Hormones suck eggs.&lt;br /&gt;On a more pleasant note, I hope everyone is doing well this fine Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;Kids are at school.  Tables have turned.  Alec seems to be doing okay and Aiyanna is having difficulty.  She was crushed because two kids in her classroom told her in a mean way that they couldn't understand a word she said.  I told her there are nice and mean people and she needed to choose her friends wisely.  She said they were making fun of another child who was held back last year.  I said, maybe she could use a friend.  I hope she takes my advice.&lt;br /&gt;These children are 6 freakin' years old.  Pain and anger start young don't they??&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pisses me off is that I make the sacrifice for my kids.  I do what it takes to meet their needs.  Sometimes I come up way short, but it's not from lack of trying.  I went years in crappy apts and eating pnut butter and ramon so that I could stay at home with them and live on one income.  So now I'm supposed to put my kid next to the children who have been neglected and are angry to the core of their little souls.  Then they need to pick on someone their size or smaller and my child suffers.  For 6 and a half hours a day my child pays the price of some one else's ignorant parents.  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to console my daughter and tell her it's okay.  (which she doesn't seem to believe and I don't blame her)&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I feel for these kids who through no fault of their own have become bullies and are insensitive to basic human interactions.  They didn't ask to be neglected, abused, and misled in general.  I just wish parents would step up to the plate.  NO, it's not easy, but who said it would be???&lt;br /&gt;When I was a therapist in the schools I couldn't even get one paper signed.  Why?  Because no one wanted to take the time to look in their kids book bag to see what they have been up to that day.  I was told by one therapist that a child had soiled her underpants and the parent left it in her book bag for a week!!!!  and it stunk to high heaven.  hello?????? &lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm done ranting.  for now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope today is a new day and somehow my kids gravitate to the kids who have nothing to prove.  The kids who just want to be. &lt;br /&gt;May we all be better at what we value, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay since today is a pms day, I will be watching Million Dollar Baby.  Sound good?  Dishes be gone.  and maybe I'll make some peanut butter cookies for good measure.  Hormone day at my house...anyone want to come over???? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112315866996793368?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112315866996793368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112315866996793368' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112315866996793368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112315866996793368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-112308927314328458</id><published>2005-08-03T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:14:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.  It's been a vvvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrry long time since my last post...but now that i have more time I will remedy that.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling great staying at home with my kids.  It's more of a career now that i am making peace with being a stay at home mom...there is always something to do.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are adjusting to their new school.  Still some morning nerves, but I guess that is expected. &lt;br /&gt;Still WAITING for my mom to move up here...sell that house already!&lt;br /&gt;Prayers go to Tom Forsyth, Tammy's father...he is going through cancer treatment and tests, so please join me in sending him healing thoughts and energy.  I'll wear my stay strong wristband in honor of Tom and his recovery. &lt;br /&gt;It's sooo hot today I feel like I could easily melt into the pavement.  I don't ever remember dealing with this kind of heat, except in Mesa, AZ. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the Fall now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-112308927314328458?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112308927314328458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=112308927314328458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112308927314328458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/112308927314328458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110876786493777597</id><published>2005-02-18T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T15:04:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Well it's Friday.  Thank God.  We have winter break so I am off for a week.  woo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing my first screen when I go back the week after.  I'm looking forward to it though.  Brought home a speech screening tool to try out on yanna. ha&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing fairly well with the play.  I'll be so glad when it's over.  I'm tired of driving back to school every day.  The play is the 1st so think good thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;Yanna is running over 102 temp right now.  everyone in the house has just been plagued with yucky illness.  i need a cleansing of the whole place.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe that is my dilemma, I'm an aquarius and it's not just my dysfunctional fear of authority!  That's why I can't stand having a regular job. Makes sense to me.  Thanks for that bit of info.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher accused of the taping incident was cleared of all charges.  who knows.  I do hope she is innocent.  I had a feeling she was all along.  I guess no one will really know.&lt;br /&gt;Loren returned from Seattle and is glad to be home.  He had a great time out there.  I'd love to move there or to Florida.  my gypsy blood is ready to move on.  But we just have too many pets.  we could never go ANYWHERE with all these animals.  They'd never let us stay anywhere. ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110876786493777597?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110876786493777597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110876786493777597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110876786493777597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110876786493777597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110842246627070975</id><published>2005-02-14T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:07:46.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 3 weeks!</title><content type='html'>Oh Gosh I suck at consistency. ha&lt;br /&gt;sorry, if anyone ever checks this dead blog...I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have found the speech world is just not for me.  It's okay, if you are into the 9 to 5 kinda thing, but I'm just not.  I've always fought this about myself, but I have to find something that fits me.  I'm gonna stick with it til the end of the year.  At least that is the plan.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to live my dream, no matter how out there it may be.  I'm going to try and do some public speaking in regards to spirit works, etc...&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Loren and I have decided to see Zukav speak in March!!  I am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;That is where my heart is.  I've never been a conventional person, no matter how hard I've tried.  So if I embrace my unconventional side, maybe it'll all pan out.&lt;br /&gt;School is going as well as it can go.  The play is in 2 wks, although one of those weeks we are out on break, so it's actually just one week.  (biting my nails)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am making head way with these kids.  My sessions are drill work like they've had.  I just feel like I get more out of them as people, when I remain flexible.  If they trust me, they'll want to work more than if its the same thing a different day.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get started on my new life tomorrow, but I know I have to be responsible (gag)...so I'll wait.  My horoscope says things will take off in my career in July.  hmmm...is it coincidence?  I think not. ha&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard anymore about the teacher that supposedly taped a boy's mouth shut.  But this week Alec informed me a girl brought a steak knife to school in his class because two other girls were picking on her (3rd grade).  The police came and everything.  Needless to say, she was expelled.  It's sad really.  Our society is really missing the boat with these kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110842246627070975?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110842246627070975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110842246627070975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110842246627070975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110842246627070975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-3-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s been 3 weeks!'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110685751069797160</id><published>2005-01-27T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T12:25:10.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well happy to report my brain did come back, if only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;I finally have my OWN kids to work with.  Guess I am graduating. :-)&lt;br /&gt;This will bring a new world of stress, but at least I feel like I'm getting paid for what I know.&lt;br /&gt;The play rehearsals start Weds.  We will just ask who wants a speaking part and go from there.  I believe we decided on just 4th and 5th graders. &lt;br /&gt;Come to find out Alec and Aiyanna were chosen for a P.E. program on the same night as the play.  Good thing there are 2 parents.  That could have been a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have found out that the promise of fruit snacks helps behavior today in my little all boy speech group.  It was magical.  I should write the fruit snack company and tell them.&lt;br /&gt;I found out some teacher at the kid's school is accused of inappropriate discipline...I believe tape over the mouth and sitting in a closet is what happened. ??? &lt;br /&gt;oh lordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110685751069797160?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110685751069797160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110685751069797160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110685751069797160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110685751069797160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110660774459847694</id><published>2005-01-24T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:02:24.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday, monday</title><content type='html'>hello all.  well it was a very depressing wk end...not sure why i was so down...maybe it was what Deb said about the 24th being a scientfically proven "down" day, I was preparing for it.&lt;br /&gt;Today was better.  I got some questions answered and have more questions coming as usual.  guess it will be that way for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my big meeting about where i'm headed.  Hopefully it will be to a good place. ha&lt;br /&gt;We start practice for the school play next week.  Should be cute. &lt;br /&gt;Well I literally can't think.  I'm fried.  Has that ever happened to you?  It's like your brain says, welp, that's all she wrote.  That's it.  You're done for tonight. ha&lt;br /&gt;Hope more exciting stuff comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110660774459847694?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110660774459847694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110660774459847694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110660774459847694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110660774459847694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-monday.html' title='monday, monday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110641222657685113</id><published>2005-01-22T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T08:43:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday woo hoo</title><content type='html'>Well it's saturday my now favorite day of the week.  See what working does to you?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't work at the kid's school :-(  But maybe eventually.  I can move them to my school, but i may hold off on that move til I am confident I am staying. &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling really drained today.  I need some kind of pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind at all that you linked my blog, thanks Julie....and if i ever get more techno savvy I will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;That is so funny, I never made that connection with the princess term. ha &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Universe is alert isn't it...I should be so attentive.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a great week end. &lt;br /&gt;I am taking suggestions for the Spirit Works site.  Anybody have any??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110641222657685113?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110641222657685113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110641222657685113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110641222657685113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110641222657685113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-woo-hoo.html' title='Saturday woo hoo'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110633286909840110</id><published>2005-01-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:41:09.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>okay after a few days on not blogging, it's time to play catch up.&lt;br /&gt;well, i am so ready to be on my own at work.  If I have to watch another session, i will throw up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;It's time already.  I have a meeting next week to discuss the future...let's hope it's a solo future.  As I can see the staff at the school doesn't seem to into the therapsits there and would welcome the change. &lt;br /&gt;We begin Carnival preps at the kid's school.  here we go....mass chaos.  just what i need huh?&lt;br /&gt;just please God don't give me the dunk tank again.&lt;br /&gt;I am co directing a play at the school and we are doing The Laughing Princess.  I think it'll be great.  lots of work, but that never scared me off before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's Friday so I can sleep in tomorrow.  Thank you sweet Mary and Joseph.  Hope everyone has a great week end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110633286909840110?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110633286909840110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110633286909840110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110633286909840110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110633286909840110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110555332390809541</id><published>2005-01-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:08:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Well today was a little less harried.  The kids had an author come down and peddle his books.  He's the local pastor at the church that kaylie, the kid's friend, used to go to.  Remember the vacation bible school fiasco?  Apparently my kid's were being introduced to the religion of all my dysfunction. ha....annnyywway, luckily he wasn't giving a bible lesson.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I caught loren looking at cruises online...hmmmm....maybe i'll take my 10th anniversary cruise after all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day on Spirit-Works yesterday...lots of visitors.  I look forward to the day that spirit works will be our source of inspiration and income.  Why not?  If william hung can make a living a singing...why can't we make a living spreading the good news??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110555332390809541?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110555332390809541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110555332390809541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110555332390809541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110555332390809541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110547920060128872</id><published>2005-01-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:33:20.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well I think the "newness" is catching up with me.  I am feeling very tired and spent.  I think I am getting very frustrated at not knowing anything and having to ask.  Sometimes you just want to know, ya know?  I also haven't gotten a key to the room yet, so I am always having to ask someone to open my door.  duh.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like it's time to start thinking about how I want to do things.  Everyone has their own style and I  am thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened to me today. :-) &lt;br /&gt;I do know that Spirit-Works is where I want to end up.  So come on lottery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110547920060128872?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110547920060128872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110547920060128872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110547920060128872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110547920060128872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110538489701511660</id><published>2005-01-10T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:21:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And thus another week begins</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  Today was fairly uneventful.  I worked with another therapist.  I am getting to know the kids better and I think this transition will go well.  I am feeling better about the job. &lt;br /&gt;I talked with the principal today and she was so happy to hear I was from Globe, AZ.  Apparently she lived nearby long long ago.  So that was nice to finally get to know a little about her.&lt;br /&gt;I found out one of the spec. ed. teacher's husband works with Loren.  Small world.&lt;br /&gt;Loren just went to get the kids from school.  Speaking of kids.  Yanna fell down on some piece of wood, but, get this, mouth first.  so she has a big lip and it moved her front tooth a little.  Bless her heart, i know it hurt.  She'll survive.  Luckily the teeth are baby teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had their first sleep over with the neighbor girl.  it went okay, but they stayed up late talking which made me very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am reviewing a book about grief and unattended sorrow...pretty good, but man, a bit of a downer.  ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110538489701511660?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110538489701511660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110538489701511660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110538489701511660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110538489701511660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-thus-another-week-begins.html' title='And thus another week begins'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110512252057153501</id><published>2005-01-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:28:40.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Week</title><content type='html'>Hello to all.  I hope your week has gone well.  It's hard to believe it's Friday.  Well, after much prayer, I feel like this week has been successful and fairly enjoyable.  Lots of firsts.  Thanks for reading about all my anxieties. ha&lt;br /&gt;Today the coordinator came in for a whopping 20 min.  left me with my books, etc...and poof she was gone.  It was wonderful to have another day to myself.  I think the others think I am spoiled, but that's okay, cause I know it's all Universal flow and all of my prayers for help.  It has just flowed.  and I am sooo thankful.&lt;br /&gt;The only question still out there is certification and that may be a few weeks before we hear anything from them.  So your prayers would be deeply appreciated!!  I just want to practice and help the kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;I did find out that the Oklahoma board did want me to jump through hoops to get recertified and I figured they would...so licensing won't happen through them.  I just pray Georgia has more sense than to run off speech therapists from the school systems who are in desperate need.&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys??  I hope well.  Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110512252057153501?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110512252057153501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110512252057153501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110512252057153501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110512252057153501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/end-of-week.html' title='End of the Week'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110505902985020520</id><published>2005-01-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:50:29.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Thanks for the comments.  That is awesome Deb about your therapist.  I hope I can do the same for someone special.&lt;br /&gt;Well I walked in to find the speech therapist was home sick so I got to look at files, look through treatment books, etc...it was actually time well spent.  Tomorrow I meet the coordinator there...not sure what I'll be doing.  I just hope it goes well.  I feel fortunate to have had the week I've had.  I do now for sure that when someone new starts after me...I will do everything i can to explain paperwork and procedure...things that haven't been mentioned yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well the other day I was sitting in on a session and a cute 5th grade boy pops his head in the door and says, "i'm supposed to come and meet someone"...his therapist asked him to come see me because I am a former stutterer.  so i met him in the library and talked with him about everything.  he could have talked at least another day about his family.  Such a sweet spirit.  But I basically told him that it would get better and to just keep up the great work. &lt;br /&gt;That was really neat. &lt;br /&gt;I still have issues with authority.  I am finding myself nervous about those in upper positions....i'm not sure why.   I just have to remind myself I'm 36 freaking years old and i can speak honestly whether anyone "gets" me or not. &lt;br /&gt;I think I will enjoy the position when i can work alone and be anonymous. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110505902985020520?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110505902985020520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110505902985020520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110505902985020520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110505902985020520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110486314998987776</id><published>2005-01-04T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:25:49.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-Ho Hi-Ho it's off to work I go</title><content type='html'>Well here I am on day 2 of work in the schools.  So far, so good.  Everybody has been very friendly and welcoming.  I still feel lost in procedure and sometimes I swear there are those who are speaking a foreign language just to throw me off.  But, alas, I think I can do it.  It might take some time, but I can totally see myself doing this kind of work.  Most of the kids are great and I think in time it will all gel together.  Another thing that is great is that I am only working 4 hr days...so I can pretty much take anything t hey have to give me.  It's nice to still have most of the day when I'm done at work.  Certification has been a sticky process.  I let my license and national license lapse, because I SWORE  I'd never work in speech again.  my mistake.  So now they are having to see if they will certify me without having to jump through a million hoops.  so pray that all goes well and smoothly so that I can begin to get paid a full rate as a speech therapist!!&lt;br /&gt;There is one little boy who was adopted from Russia and was neglected emotionally who has a lot of outburst but is such a beautiful child.  There is another I'm still waiting to meet who stutters severely in 5th grade.  My heart goes out to him because I know what that is like and how unforgiving children can be at that age.  so i know I can be used in such a positive way and I feel lucky to be here really.  I just have to work through all the initial red tape!&lt;br /&gt;We had a homeschooled boy there for speech and he was smart as a whip.  You can tell the difference between the schooled and the unschooled. :-)&lt;br /&gt;The staff is very nice and I can't wait til I am more comfortable and know their names.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll write more as it happens!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110486314998987776?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110486314998987776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110486314998987776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110486314998987776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110486314998987776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2005/01/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='Hi-Ho Hi-Ho it&apos;s off to work I go'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840467.post-110434593794151811</id><published>2004-12-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:45:37.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherokee Princess</title><content type='html'>Okay, you won me over.  I am now an official blog participant. &lt;br /&gt;More news as it becomes available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9840467-110434593794151811?l=cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110434593794151811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9840467&amp;postID=110434593794151811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110434593794151811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840467/posts/default/110434593794151811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherokeeprincess.blogspot.com/2004/12/cherokee-princess.html' title='Cherokee Princess'/><author><name>Cherokee Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138723327517508481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://spirit-works.net/2004_0503Angi0023-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
