<?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-5583556</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:50.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teribear68's Literary Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The random musings of a homeschooling mom and geocacher...now being made over into a book blog for the 52 in 52 weeks challenge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-1622001907782956432</id><published>2012-02-14T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:50:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refugee: Bio of a Space Tyrant Volume 1</title><summary type='text'>Refugee by Piers Anthony
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I had the complete Bio of a Space Tyrant series as a college student and I was thrilled to discover that they were available on Kindle. As a young college student I didn't pick up on the political subtext to the story...the parallel to the plight of the "boat people" under the policies of Reagan...I was just caught up in the tragic adventure of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/1622001907782956432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=1622001907782956432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1622001907782956432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1622001907782956432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/02/refugee-bio-of-space-tyrant-volume-1.html' title='Refugee: Bio of a Space Tyrant Volume 1'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6126288506324925106</id><published>2012-02-04T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:43:19.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allan Gilbreath: A Short Story Collection by Allan Gilbreath
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is a thoroughly enjoyable collection of short stories. If your interests are Sci-Fi, Steampunk, Dark Fantasy or even Crime/Mystery there is something here for you. Allan is a wonderful and creative writer and I highly recommend his short story collection either in paperback or for your kindle. I liked it so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6126288506324925106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6126288506324925106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6126288506324925106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6126288506324925106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/02/allan-gilbreath-short-story-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-7199383134098688277</id><published>2012-01-27T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:45:36.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of a Love Investigator</title><summary type='text'>The Adventures of a Love Investigator: 527 Naken Men and One Woman by Barbara Silkstone
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I expected this to be a light read, wow was I surprised. Barbara Silkstone's interviews of over 500 men revealed both a desire for intimacy and a complete inability to figure out how to acheive it. The burden Barbara picked up and carried for these men made for interesting reading but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/7199383134098688277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=7199383134098688277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7199383134098688277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7199383134098688277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-of-love-investigator.html' title='The Adventures of a Love Investigator'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4841790393954900381</id><published>2012-01-26T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:35:00.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound for the Promise-Land</title><summary type='text'>Bound for the Promise-Land by Troy D. Smith
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I have had the pleasure of calling Troy D. Smith a friend since we were in middle school and I owned Bound for the Promise-Land in paperback when it first came out. I hadn't re-read it in years but when it came out for kindle it was one of my first purchases. Troy has a true gift for historical fiction...his characters, whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4841790393954900381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4841790393954900381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4841790393954900381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4841790393954900381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/bound-for-promise-land.html' title='Bound for the Promise-Land'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-3242901716238501256</id><published>2012-01-10T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:11:30.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want it Now! A Memoir of Life on the Set of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory by Julie Dawn Cole
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I adore the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory so when the opportunity to grab it for my kindle came along I jumped on it. I am so glad I did. Julie Dawn Cole, the original Veruca Salt, has written a wonderful memoir that takes the reader behind the scenes and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/3242901716238501256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=3242901716238501256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3242901716238501256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3242901716238501256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-it-now-memoir-of-life-on-set-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4295636509986312048</id><published>2012-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:40:31.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Holocaust Diaries</title><summary type='text'>The Secret Holocaust Diaries: The Untold Story of Nonna Bannister by Nonna Bannister
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
When I grabbed this book off the recommendation from PixelofInk I didn't expect to find a hometown connection and a story of the Holocaust from a perspective I had never before encountered but that was just what I found and what kept me engaged throughout the book. I had a fascination with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4295636509986312048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4295636509986312048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4295636509986312048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4295636509986312048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-holocaust-diaries.html' title='The Secret Holocaust Diaries'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6707070767136066060</id><published>2012-01-03T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T05:38:57.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cybill Disobedience by Cybill Shepherd
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Memphis and Cybill Shepherd are forever tied together. This was an interesting read because of the hometown connections. 

View all my reviews</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6707070767136066060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6707070767136066060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6707070767136066060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6707070767136066060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/cybill-disobedience-by-cybill-shepherd.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2562780749886331518</id><published>2012-01-01T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:49:00.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First book of 2012</title><summary type='text'>My Emily by Matt  Patterson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The tender story of the brief life of Emily Patterson written by her father Matt. Emily was born with Down's Syndrome and then stricken with ALL. Despite the shortness of her life, the legacy she left behind is beautifully memoralized in her father's book.

View all my reviews</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2562780749886331518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2562780749886331518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2562780749886331518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2562780749886331518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-book-of-2012.html' title='First book of 2012'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-1611603685975561153</id><published>2011-12-31T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:02:29.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Discovering the God Imagination - Jonathan Brink  

Fall to Grace - Jay Bakker  

Son of a Preacher Man - Jay Bakker  

My Beautiful Mess - Jeremy Ritch 

The Girls from Ames - Jeffery Zaslow 

City of Bones  

City of Ashes  

City of Glass - all by Cassandra Clare  

Paranormalcy - Kiersten White  

Sex God 

Velvet Elvis 

Love Wins - all by Rob Bell  

Unconditional - Brian Zahn  

A New </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/1611603685975561153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=1611603685975561153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1611603685975561153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1611603685975561153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/12/discovering-god-imagination-jonathan.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-9000026595084093230</id><published>2011-10-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:34:20.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 41 - Time to Update The List</title><summary type='text'>
Discovering the God Imagination - Jonathan Brink 
Fall to Grace - Jay Bakker 
Son of a Preacher Man - Jay Bakker 
My Beautiful Mess - Jeremy Ritch
The Girls from Ames - Jeffery Zaslow
City of Bones 
City of Ashes 
City of Glass - all by Cassandra Clare 
Paranormalcy - Kiersten White 
Sex God
Velvet Elvis
Love Wins - all by Rob Bell 
Unconditional - Brian Zahn 
A New Kind of Christianity 
The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/9000026595084093230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=9000026595084093230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/9000026595084093230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/9000026595084093230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/10/week-41-time-to-update-list.html' title='Week 41 - Time to Update The List'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-164219208650347905</id><published>2011-06-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:13:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weeks In</title><summary type='text'>So I'm pretty horrible about writing book reviews. I love to read. I love to write. I don't so much love to write about what I am reading. How odd. Anyway here I am 22 weeks in and I thought I should at least list what I've read thus far this year to see where I am in my 52 in 52 goal:
Discovering the God Imagination - Jonathan Brink 
Fall to Grace - Jay Bakker 
Son of a Preacher Man - Jay Bakker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/164219208650347905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=164219208650347905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/164219208650347905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/164219208650347905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/06/22-weeks-in.html' title='22 Weeks In'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6381348096323936166</id><published>2011-01-20T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:41:41.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts on "Fall To Grace"</title><summary type='text'>
From the introduction to the co-author's notes at the end Fall to Grace is one of those books I simply could not put down. I read into the wee hours of the morning as the snow fell and piled high (for Tennessee) outside the windows. Using the book of Galatians as his backdrop and sprinkling first person testimonies called "Grace Notes" between the sections of his text Jay Bakker issues a call to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6381348096323936166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6381348096323936166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6381348096323936166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6381348096323936166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-thoughts-on-fall-to-grace.html' title='More Thoughts on &quot;Fall To Grace&quot;'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-7085139141577805508</id><published>2011-01-11T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:23:51.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next On The Reading List</title><summary type='text'> http://www.girlgeniusbooks.com/

I've been reading Girl Genius online for a couple of years starting from the beginning and catching up to the current page in a weekend and then reading on Monday, Wednesday and Friday regularly. I can't wait to get my hands on the new novel and I'll be checking the bookstores for it tomorrow! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/7085139141577805508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=7085139141577805508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7085139141577805508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7085139141577805508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-on-reading-list.html' title='Next On The Reading List'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4009407676402323125</id><published>2011-01-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:22:38.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall To Grace - Jay Bakker</title><summary type='text'>
We got snow this week so I have had more time to read than usual. On Sunday, before the predicted "Snowmaggedon" hit our area, I went to Barnes and Noble and picked up Jay Bakker's new book "Fall to Grace" 
I got to know Jay Bakker a bit over a month ago now. Some of my readers may know the name, he's the son of Jim and the late Tammy Faye Bakker of PTL fame. He's also one of the most genuine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4009407676402323125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4009407676402323125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4009407676402323125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4009407676402323125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall-to-grace-jay-bakker.html' title='Fall To Grace - Jay Bakker'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6621293668695260315</id><published>2011-01-06T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:29:46.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 82 Pages and 4 Chapters In</title><summary type='text'>This is presenting a fascinating paradigm...starting with the creation story a case is being made that the problem created in the garden when we (humanity) chose to eat of the tree of knowledge of good/evil is that we lost our capacity to see ourselves in the truth of how God sees us (he proclaimed humanity at creation to be "very good") and that it is not God or Satan who must be appeased at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6621293668695260315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6621293668695260315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6621293668695260315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6621293668695260315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-82-pages-and-4-chapters-in.html' title='I&apos;m 82 Pages and 4 Chapters In'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-5286826607029722338</id><published>2011-01-02T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:01:57.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How This Is Going To Work</title><summary type='text'>So I'm thinking that I won't be reading a book a week necessarily...some weeks I may read more than one and some books may take more than a week to read. My goal is 52 in 52 not a book a week. This week's book is by my outlaw preacher friend Jonathan Brink. I got it from him at OP10 - the Outlaw Preacher's (re)Union last month and haven't gotten started on it yet. His breakout session on it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/5286826607029722338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=5286826607029722338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5286826607029722338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5286826607029722338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-this-is-going-to-work.html' title='How This Is Going To Work'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-5887651970561762244</id><published>2011-01-01T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:58:52.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Poor Blog</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure it must suffer from an identity crisis. Over the years of its existence it has been:

A place for my random thoughts
 A geocaching blog 
A bento cooking blog 
A homeschooling mama blog 
And now the blog for keeping track of what I'm reading for the 52 books in 52 weeks 2011 challenge.

Jessica and I are embarking on a challenge to read 52 books in 52 weeks. She's dyslexic so it may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/5887651970561762244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=5887651970561762244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5887651970561762244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5887651970561762244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-poor-blog.html' title='This Poor Blog'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2795512660977031393</id><published>2010-08-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:57:33.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Told DB</title><summary type='text'>Today I finally talked to DB and I think I can finally lay the issue to rest. Each one of the friends that you brought into my life, the ones I feared I had lost in losing you, know my truth. It is enough. I did not ask any of them to pick between us. I know the heart is large enough to love us both. Yet to be honest, to be real in my relationships with them, I couldn't pretend that this great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2795512660977031393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2795512660977031393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2795512660977031393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2795512660977031393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-told-db.html' title='Today I Told DB'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-8306111351140497776</id><published>2010-08-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:24:35.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Interrupted</title><summary type='text'>I started back writing in this blog a bit last March with the intent of making doing so a regular thing but life got rather dramatically interrupted shortly after that post and remains so to this day. We are among the many victims of the May floods of 2010 that hit much of Tennessee. I am sitting on the landing between the living room and the dining room, both remain emptied of furniture and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/8306111351140497776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=8306111351140497776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/8306111351140497776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/8306111351140497776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-interrupted.html' title='Life Interrupted'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-717086408981424797</id><published>2010-03-26T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:51:48.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day</title><summary type='text'>Top is what the dough looks like when you take it from the fridge and have cut one loaf's worth off to bake. The second photo is what the one loaf looks like as it is resting before baking. Note the cornmeal on the cutting board to keep the dough from sticking. This will become important later. Photo three is what the loaf looks like after having cooked, upside down because it flipped instead of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/717086408981424797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=717086408981424797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/717086408981424797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/717086408981424797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2010/03/artisan-bread-in-five-minutes-day.html' title='Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWMeAJJZEaI/S605Q3tdwkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DN3fm34yAe8/s72-c/Baking+Bread+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-8249237560141682296</id><published>2010-01-16T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:52:17.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Almost A Year</title><summary type='text'>since I posted here last. I had thought about simply letting this blog fade away since I am committed to blogging daily over at my med blog but I think there is still a purpose for a place for me to blog things that really don't fit over there and so here I am again. 

I don't know how often I'll write or what even this blog is going to be about. The good news is that fits the subtitle. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/8249237560141682296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=8249237560141682296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/8249237560141682296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/8249237560141682296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-almost-year.html' title='It&apos;s Been Almost A Year'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2034117493962122973</id><published>2009-01-28T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:56:13.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This needs to be my prayer...Often.</title><summary type='text'>  “My failure to be true even to my own accepted standards:   My self-deception in face of temptation:   My choosing of the worse when I know the better: O Lord, forgive.  My failure to apply to myself the standard of conduct I demand of others:   My complacence towards wrongs that do not touch my own case and my over-sensitiveness to those that do:   My slowness to see the good in my fellows and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2034117493962122973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2034117493962122973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2034117493962122973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2034117493962122973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-needs-to-be-my-prayeroften.html' title='This needs to be my prayer...Often.'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-7530162053779227638</id><published>2009-01-03T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:45:12.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Christmas and Other Ponderings</title><summary type='text'>  This year we didn’t celebrate Advent in the way we have typically done in the past and I think that contributed heavily to feeling as though somehow we “missed” Christmas. Advent began and ended with the deaths of two of my mentors and I think that contributed to the melancholy that settled on me and overshadowed much of the holiday season. I didn’t begin to feel like it was truly Christmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/7530162053779227638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=7530162053779227638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7530162053779227638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7530162053779227638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-christmas-and-other-ponderings.html' title='Missing Christmas and Other Ponderings'/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6548931307439418375</id><published>2008-08-17T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:38:30.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politics Makes Strange BedfellowsI am not, in general, a fan of Focus on the Family. I don't believe that spanking is "Godly" discipline and I don't agree with most of what Dobson has to say on most things. So imagine my chagrin to find myself on the same side of a political issue as Dobson. I'm talking about the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child and the insidious danger it poses to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6548931307439418375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6548931307439418375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6548931307439418375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6548931307439418375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics-makes-strange-bedfellows-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-3898490819787153771</id><published>2008-07-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:35:09.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Two WeeksWe have now completed our first two weeks of school. Yes, week two was sewing camp...BUT I can't imagine anything that she would have learned more from in a 5 day period. She made: 1-purse, 2-tissue holders, 1-skirt and an entire dress...WITH applique! This week she has three more days of sewing camp and she's making a pillow case and a pair of pajama pants. She is pleased enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/3898490819787153771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=3898490819787153771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3898490819787153771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3898490819787153771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-two-weeks-we-have-now-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-5388463648027066074</id><published>2008-07-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:54:20.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to Jackson...*hums a Johnny Cash tune in her head* Ok...enough with the musical interlude...but I am going to Jackson TN tomorrow with two of my homeschool mom friends to their conference and curriculum fair. I'm excited. Road trip with friends, sans kids, to shop homeschool stuff. What's not to love about that? I have almost all the pieces in place for DD's homeschool year that starts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/5388463648027066074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=5388463648027066074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5388463648027066074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5388463648027066074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-going-to-jackson.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-6062767201871270884</id><published>2008-07-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:21:43.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One week until the 2008/2009 School Year BeginsI have selected July 14th as our starting date this year. We've been in the office for a bit over 6 weeks by then and the transition to that new routine is fairly solid so its time to make it into what it will be for the remainder of the "school year". I'm also tentatively working on a co-op plan for History/Science with some friends of similarly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/6062767201871270884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=6062767201871270884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6062767201871270884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/6062767201871270884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-week-until-20082009-school-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2620171936550546454</id><published>2008-05-15T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:10:52.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't decide...year end field trip or next year kick off trip?Saturday we leave for Washington DC. I am absurdly excited. I get to be the tour guide as none of the rest of my family has ever been to our nation's capital before. I spent a week or so there in high school on a 4-H trip (Citizenship Washington Focus) and a brief weekend in the early 90's when my BFF got married and I was her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2620171936550546454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2620171936550546454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2620171936550546454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2620171936550546454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-1202922433691153184</id><published>2008-04-18T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:30:05.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting the itchSpring is springing up all over and the geocaching bug is biting hard. If the stupid trees will stop spitting pollen everywhere so I can breathe again I'll be heading out into the field again soon. We've got a lot of travel planned this spring and I need to get my geocaching premium membership activated again so I can search along our route as we go. Its that time of year again. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/1202922433691153184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=1202922433691153184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1202922433691153184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1202922433691153184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-itch-spring-is-springing-up-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4160193116722934192</id><published>2007-11-11T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:58:40.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE THE FALL!Because the poison ivy is beginning to die, the snakes are back in their holes for the most part and the ticks are back wherever ticks go when it gets cold. It was SO good to get back out today! The weather was perfect and the company made up for the fact that we only had a couple of finds. We also stumbled on our first letterbox today! It was cool. I may throw a stamp in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4160193116722934192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4160193116722934192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4160193116722934192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4160193116722934192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-fall-because-poison-ivy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-1305452620060813047</id><published>2007-04-25T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:47:16.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CITO Imagine what we could do...together.Yesterday J-bear97 and I stopped and found "Pine Row" on the way home from work. I always carry wal-mart/kroger bags in my cache pack so we can CITO any cache areas we visit. To my dismay yesterday we encountered such a mess of trash that we didn't have sufficient bags or other equipment to carry it out. What bothered me so much about it is that this cache</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/1305452620060813047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=1305452620060813047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1305452620060813047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1305452620060813047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/cito-imagine-what-we-could-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4342611922195368205</id><published>2007-04-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:33:43.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Geocaching Here - Event CacheI attended my first event cache tonight. It was way cool to get to put faces with the names I've seen in logs and on cache pages for the last few months. Alicia (sskaysee - 1/2 anyway) said from the log it looked like we had something over 40 people present. It was great. Tripp and the girls showed up late, Morgan had cotillion tonight. I hope they had fun. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4342611922195368205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4342611922195368205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4342611922195368205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4342611922195368205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-geocaching-here-event-cache-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-7846349516308024800</id><published>2007-04-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:40:22.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...I am SO digging paperless cachingI talked my darling husband into giving me his pocket PC so I could try caching without fighting a sheaf of papers on a windy day. We tried it today for the first time while going looking for "Fields of Clover" and "Old Raleigh Cemetery"...it was so cool! I am going to LOOOOOOVE this. We found Fields of Clover with very little trouble. I'm learning more about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/7846349516308024800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=7846349516308024800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7846349516308024800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7846349516308024800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-4054091613600871675</id><published>2007-04-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:45:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found the coolest thing today!Shrinky Dinks for Inkjets! The possibilities boggle the mind. Photo "geocoins" were the first thing that leapt to my thoughts. A photo of the "CUMC Tech Teens", who by the way now have their own account on geocaching.com, from one of our recent cache runs or other gatherings would make a lovely "signature item" for the team. I'm still working on my patches. I found</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/4054091613600871675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=4054091613600871675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4054091613600871675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/4054091613600871675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-found-coolest-thing-today-shrinky.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2005752952326499607</id><published>2007-04-09T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:52:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adventures with TeenagersOne of my churchkids turned 16 yesterday and her parents allowed her to take today off to go to the DMV and get her license. Another of them goes to an Episcopal school and today was the last day of their Easter holiday. We hooked up for lunch around 1 and then we were off for an afternoon of geocaching. Yay! It was interesting playing the leader for a new driver trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2005752952326499607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2005752952326499607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2005752952326499607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2005752952326499607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventures-with-teenagers-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-3565820388108366904</id><published>2007-04-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:13:59.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2007 CUMC GPS Easter Egg Hunt - recapAfter much plotting this is what I came up with:Two teams - you saw the patches below.Two sets of eggs in different camo colors (thank you Walmart).8 locations (they came in packs of eight)Each egg filled with a "congratulations you found it" sheet (in case someone else found it before my kids did) and a rubber stamp.Each team had a GPSr, the hunt booklet and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3565820388108366904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/3565820388108366904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/2007-cumc-gps-easter-egg-hunt-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-5362354590397825808</id><published>2007-04-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:56:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the DayI've got the rules printed out, the logs made, the eggs filled with cache notes and rubber stamps, the swag is bought, the eggs are ready to be hidden and these patches are made for all the players. I've been toying with the idea of a patch as my sig item so I wanted to see how hard they would be to make. I'm pretty proud of the way they turned out. I've got a couple of designs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/5362354590397825808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=5362354590397825808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5362354590397825808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/5362354590397825808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-day-ive-got-rules-printed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xWMeAJJZEaI/Rhc_WpTAX1I/AAAAAAAAABs/KiXOBXJSAU0/s72-c/patches.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-2895087698183620641</id><published>2007-04-04T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:57:23.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here's the "rules" for the huntTwo teams - Two sets of eggs - Two Ink PadsEach team will get a list of 8 coords, each will take them to a different location that has some significance to the Tech Team. Once they arrive at the site at that point it becomes a standard easter egg hunt until they find their own egg. Once they retrieve the egg, they'll open it to find a rubber stamp. There are 8 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/2895087698183620641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=2895087698183620641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2895087698183620641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/2895087698183620641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-heres-rules-for-hunt-two-teams-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-1099048105020559457</id><published>2007-03-30T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:08:51.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plotting: 8 Stage Multi Easter Egg HuntMy caching buddies usually include my "churchkids" and since very few of them log their finds anyway its truly all about the game for them. I've been wanting to do some kind of personalized hunt, maybe places that are significant to us as a group, but I'm not versed enough at hiding to want to do all the work for permanent placements and I'm not sure if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/1099048105020559457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=1099048105020559457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1099048105020559457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/1099048105020559457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/03/plotting-8-stage-multi-easter-egg-hunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-7119585971355162480</id><published>2007-03-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:45:53.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking this a New DirectionI've been wondering what to do with this blog for awhile. I've got too many blogs to keep up and this one seems to get neglected more than the others. I've become addicted to geocaching recently and following the lead of my friend Lisa I think I am going to change the focus of this blog to being more about my geocaching adventures and other random thoughts and musings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/7119585971355162480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=7119585971355162480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7119585971355162480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/7119585971355162480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2007/03/taking-this-new-direction-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-113657219325315426</id><published>2006-01-06T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:29:53.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bashful's Tale -- Part 3*as one of my new years resolutions I have resolved to write at least every other day. I'm picking up Bashful's Tale where I left it off last year. I hope to finish it before long. Enjoy the next installment.*After a dinner such as that the boys and I felt festive so we brought the instruments out and played. She seemed so delighted by our pitiful offering. She a princess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/113657219325315426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=113657219325315426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/113657219325315426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/113657219325315426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2006/01/bashfuls-tale-part-3-as-one-of-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110598477853715962</id><published>2005-01-17T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:59:38.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bashful's Tale -- Part 2The water was cold but I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking about her and how incredibly beautiful she was. I didn’t much mind washing up if it meant keeping one as lovely as her happy. I didn’t know about the rest of the boys but I for one didn’t want her to leave.When we returned to the cabin she had a stew going on the fire. It smelled wonderful, nothing like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110598477853715962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110598477853715962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110598477853715962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110598477853715962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2005/01/bashfuls-tale-part-2-water-was-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110570670964887938</id><published>2005-01-14T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T04:45:09.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #23 -- Part OneRewrite the fairy tale, Snow White, from the point of view of Bashful, one of the seven dwarves.Bashful’s Tale            She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her raven hair spilled across my bed like a coverlet as she slept sprawled carelessly across four of our beds. Her long black eyelashes lay like feathers against her flawless white skin. Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110570670964887938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110570670964887938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110570670964887938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110570670964887938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2005/01/assignment-23-part-one-rewrite-fairy.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110496232480567925</id><published>2005-01-05T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T13:58:44.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #22 -- In 200 words write about your first toyHer name was Fussbudget. She was made of washcloths and stuffed. I'm not sure what color she was when I got her, probably white, but I always remember her being dingy gray. There wasn't much to Fussbudget. She was a simple little doll, kind of like an gingerbread man made of cloth, but she went EVERYWHERE with me. She and Brownie Bear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110496232480567925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110496232480567925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110496232480567925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110496232480567925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2005/01/assignment-22-in-200-words-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110464068039513391</id><published>2005-01-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:38:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment 21 -- Write a Letter to the 10 Year Old Child you had beenDear Terri Beth,This is going to be a tough year for you. I wish you could know what I know, looking back as I do from 26 years in the future. Perhaps though, its better that you don't.You changed schools this year. You met two girls who will remain your friends for decades. Laura and Janet will be your best friends and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110464068039513391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110464068039513391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110464068039513391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110464068039513391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2005/01/assignment-21-write-letter-to-10-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110110029117920077</id><published>2004-11-21T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:11:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #20 -- Write about the color of hungerThe color of hunger?What do I knowabout the color of hunger?I have never gone to bed hungrya night of my lifeWhen it wasn't by choice.Ask me about the color of loveor even the color of rageand I mightperhapshave something to say.But what do I knowabout the color of hunger?Hunger is a black beastIt stalks the desolate placesWhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110110029117920077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110110029117920077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110110029117920077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110110029117920077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/11/assignment-20-write-about-color-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-110098181030913641</id><published>2004-11-20T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:16:50.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skipping ahead since the last several prompts weren't applicable or were really boring....Prompt #19 -- Begin a story with the words, "There once was a chance I didn't take..."There once was a chance I didn't take, a chance to spend a summer basking in the sun in Greece. A chance to spend three months living in a culture not my own but with the advantage of a friend by my side to help me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/110098181030913641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=110098181030913641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110098181030913641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/110098181030913641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/11/skipping-ahead-since-last-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109892590481257165</id><published>2004-10-27T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:11:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #11Here are three sets of words. Use all the words in each set to write mini-stories in 300 words or less. Set 1Paper clips, principle, lunchbox, swing, girl with a pink ribbonIt’s 8:30 in the morning and already it’s been the worst day of my life. See, I have a bad habit of swinging my lunchbox as I walk. Swing, swing, swing, swing back and forth in rhythm with my steps. I’ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109892590481257165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109892590481257165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109892590481257165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109892590481257165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-11-here-are-three-sets-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109891158629850982</id><published>2004-10-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:13:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. Yesterday's assignment took me forever to come up with an object. I told you I didn't like that assignment. Hopefully the result will be ok though. My Life as A SwitchboardUntil very recentlyI've spent my lifeAs A human SwitchboardThe point of contactBetween a diverse group of peopleThat found it more convenientTo pass messages through meThan to deal directly with one anotherI had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109891158629850982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109891158629850982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109891158629850982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109891158629850982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109880359479816860</id><published>2004-10-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:13:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #10 Write a poem about an object that describes you. First choose an object. Next list the reasons that this object describes you. Which is the most powerful? Which conveys the strongest image of you? Once your main image is chosen list supporting ideas. Build your poem from there. Once again, I'm not wild about this assignment. I shall think on it awhile and be back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109880359479816860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109880359479816860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109880359479816860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109880359479816860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-10-write-poem-about-object.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109871688845406062</id><published>2004-10-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:08:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #9 Write about how you feel right now using your sense of smell. If you feel frustrated, write about what your frustration smells like. Use lots of adjectives. Can I just say I don't like this assignment.PMS Smells like ChocolateI woke up this morning with that feeling,ladies you know the one.When nothing is rightand everything hurts and ain't nothing gonna get done.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109871688845406062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109871688845406062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109871688845406062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109871688845406062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-9-write-about-how-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109845697862673634</id><published>2004-10-22T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T07:56:18.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #8Make a list of 40 things that have happened to you in the last month. They can be funny, embarassing, happy or infuriating. Pick one and write about it. Ok I did this a bit differently I didn't write about a single incident because as I was listing a pattern showed up...so I wrote what I hope will be an article for our homeschool newsletter about learning as a homeschool mom. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109845697862673634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109845697862673634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109845697862673634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109845697862673634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-8-make-list-of-40-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109832664568203270</id><published>2004-10-20T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T19:44:05.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #7No, I didn't "quit"...the prompt site has been down.OK...today's prompt. "Electricity is a recent invention. Think of 12 things to do when the power is off." Hmmmm...don't care for this one very much but let's see what I can do with it.I know! I need practice with outlines. I'll work on outlining.Twelve Things to Do When the Power Is OffFamily1. Calm2. Cuddle3. Chat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109832664568203270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109832664568203270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109832664568203270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109832664568203270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-7-no-i-didnt-quit_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109794116876617890</id><published>2004-10-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T08:39:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment 6Write down all the cliche's you can think of. Pick the one you are most familiar with, or the one that strikes your fancy, and write a poem with it. If The Good Lord's Willing, And the Creek Don't Rise...by Terri Wilson WeaverIf the Good Lord's willing and the creek don't riseI'll accomplish marvelous thingsI'll clean my houseWrite a bookCompose new songs to singIf the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109794116876617890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109794116876617890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109794116876617890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109794116876617890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-6-write-down-all-cliches.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109779854508320927</id><published>2004-10-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:02:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment # 5 Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use it as the first line of your own poem. I chose "Never Give Up" by Vincent Godfrey Burns. The last line reads... "When hope returns with the morning light."Start OverWhen hope returns with the morning lightAnd a spark of Joy in my soul ignitesAll praise to the LordWho gives me lifeAnd bids meChild, start over.As long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109779854508320927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109779854508320927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109779854508320927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109779854508320927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-5-choose-poem-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109768271263078234</id><published>2004-10-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:12:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment #4Fairytales have happy endings. All of us know what happened in that mushy fairytale, Cinderella. Yeah, its romantic, the prince actually finding Cinderella. They lived happily ever after. But happy endings can be, well...boring. No zing. So predictable. So...happy. What if the shoe fit one of the sisters? What happens then? Play with your imagination here. Be funny if you like. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109768271263078234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109768271263078234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109768271263078234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109768271263078234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-4-fairytales-have-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109759963668060799</id><published>2004-10-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:52:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooo FUN! I like today's assignment.Randomly pick 10 words from the dictionary. DON'T look at their meanings. Write them down on a sheet of paper. Now you're going to have fun. Create meanings for those words.So, without further ado, I give you...Teribear's Ten Word Dictionary of HickCryptanalysis (crip - t - an - alice - iss) -- What a grave robber does before entering King Tut's tomb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109759963668060799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109759963668060799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109759963668060799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109759963668060799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooooo-fun-i-like-todays-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109753336449937476</id><published>2004-10-11T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:22:44.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assignment number two...a picture is worth more than a blank page. Take out those dusty photo albums. Pick out photo #14. Count however you like but make sure you stop at photo number 14. Look at the photo for 2-3 minutes. Then for ten minutes, write down all the feelings that the photo made you feel. Don't censor yourself. Just write.The rules didn't say I had to start at the beginning. So I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109753336449937476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109753336449937476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109753336449937476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109753336449937476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/assignment-number-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109744265404053594</id><published>2004-10-10T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:19:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've decided to start working on my writing again...And since I seem to be suffering from writers block lately I've signed up with a couple of writing prompt sites.Today's Assignment: Close your eyes. Think of an object in the room. Focus on that object after about three minutes, without looking at the object, write about the object.Behind The GlassShe keeps me behind glass, safe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109744265404053594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109744265404053594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109744265404053594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109744265404053594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-ive-decided-to-start-working-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109241598322416475</id><published>2004-08-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T09:53:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hurt myselfFBS 110 Meds TakenI stubbed my toe so severely last night that I took the toenail 2/3 of the way off. OUCH! I'll be keeping a careful watch on the situation since as a diabetic I need to be careful of my feet.My parents are on their way down. We're hoping to get a good start on the drywall this weekend. Of course that means that today I have to hang more insulation and finish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109241598322416475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109241598322416475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109241598322416475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109241598322416475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hurt-myself-fbs-110-meds-taken-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109232259660355659</id><published>2004-08-12T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T07:56:36.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Writing PromptsI used to be a person who...I am now a person who...I want to be a person who...Stay tuned for the results.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109232259660355659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109232259660355659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109232259660355659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109232259660355659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/08/writing-prompts-i-used-to-be-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-109095973008250234</id><published>2004-07-27T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:22:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's Reading!  For two years now I have been nervously watching my unschooled child learn concepts in science and history that were far beyond "kindergarten/first grade" level. I have been fascinated by what fascinates her. But I've also been terrified as the months and then years passed and she still could not read. When we were in Sparta a couple of weeks ago I had the opportunity to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/109095973008250234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=109095973008250234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109095973008250234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/109095973008250234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/07/shes-reading-she-genuinely-seemed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-10892216132240650</id><published>2004-07-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T10:33:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indeed I AmSalvador Dali  Melting clocks are not a problem inyour reality.  You are an unschooler.  You willtolerate a textbook, but only as a last resort.Mud is your friend.  You prefer hands-oneverything.  If your school had an anthem, itwould be Dont Worry, Be Happy.  Visit my blog: http://www.guiltfreehomeschooling.blogspot.com What Type of Homeschooler Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/10892216132240650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=10892216132240650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/10892216132240650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/10892216132240650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/07/indeed-i-am-salvador-dali-melting_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108528410793673541</id><published>2004-05-22T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T20:48:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SigningI've been learning ASL (American Sign Language) recently. Tonight we signed in church for the first time. Well it was my first time anyway. The rest of the class signed about a month ago. I went in expecting to sign only the Lord's prayer...We ended up signing to two other songs as well. It was an interesting experience. I feel very self conscious when I sign in front of people. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108528410793673541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108528410793673541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108528410793673541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108528410793673541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/05/signing-ive-been-learning-asl-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108233638724668124</id><published>2004-04-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:02:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith and FearA little girl of nine and a little boy of seven made my acquaintance today. I have seen them before as I rush to and fro living my overly busy life. They came to my attention earlier this week when they arrived in my yard wanting to play with my daughter. But today I actually stopped and made their acquaintance. I know what took me so long. I know why I turned the other way and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108233638724668124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108233638724668124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108233638724668124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108233638724668124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/04/faith-and-fear-little-girl-of-nine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108145949059930588</id><published>2004-04-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T14:27:35.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories of the County FairWhen I was a little girl there was nothing more wonderful than the week the county fair was in town. We lived in a subdivision that sat on a hill overlooking the midway. I remember lying on my stomach at the foot of my bed peering through the curtain at the bright lights of the Ferris wheel.I remember being allowed to go to the fair alone on “School Day at the Fair”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108145949059930588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108145949059930588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108145949059930588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108145949059930588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/04/memories-of-county-fair-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108111585954749918</id><published>2004-04-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:00:20.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reaction to “A Streetcar Named Desire” Friday night I attended a production of Tennessee Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire” at Theater Memphis. Jason Sullivan, one of my “churchkids” had a significant role in the production and I was there to support him in that. I had seen “Streetcar” before several years ago at the University of Memphis with Dixie Carter in the lead role of Blanche DuBois. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108111585954749918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108111585954749918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108111585954749918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108111585954749918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/04/reaction-to-streetcar-named-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108086101439163172</id><published>2004-04-01T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:12:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emotional Blackmail -- A book reviewRecently I've been reading "Emotional Blackmail" by Susan Forward. I started reading it because the subtitle "When the People in Your Life Use Fear, Obligation and Guilt to Manipulate You" describes several relationships I am in right now. I began reading the book seeking advice on how to deal with those people who are emotionally blackmailing me and I found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108086101439163172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108086101439163172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108086101439163172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108086101439163172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/04/emotional-blackmail-book-review.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108078279499278255</id><published>2004-03-31T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:31:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Gave You TenIt had been three days since I returned from the spiritual retreat known as “The Walk To Emmaus”. While I had been there I had experienced an amazing healing of memories from having been molested as a child. The wall had dropped and I was willing, finally, to let Christ have that part of me and heal me. But today I was struggling. I sat at my prayer journal and lamented and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108078279499278255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108078279499278255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108078279499278255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108078279499278255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-gave-you-ten-it-had-been-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-108006039206933562</id><published>2004-03-23T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T08:49:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frustrated Co-op VentI love my homeschool co-op. I love the kids. I like the other moms. Jessica adores her "school". But I'm seeing some things creeping in as we grow that are more and more like institutional school and I don't like what I am seeing. Item 1: The "Points" SystemIn an effort to promote good behavior a points system was instituted this semester. I HATE it. I Hate everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/108006039206933562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=108006039206933562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108006039206933562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/108006039206933562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/03/frustrated-co-op-vent-i-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107703818738104302</id><published>2004-02-17T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T09:18:21.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I should post something that actually requires THOUGHTI've been thinking a lot lately about relationships. It is after all that time of year. In my Sunday school class we have been discussing Love, Sex and Dating (traditional at our church in February) and I am realizing that so much could be summed up in the single word, RESPECT. Respect, I thought I knew a long time ago what that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107703818738104302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107703818738104302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107703818738104302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107703818738104302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-suppose-i-should-post-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107480162778179911</id><published>2004-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T12:01:56.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Political RamblingsBeen thinking a lot about politics lately. I don't understand party politics. I've been debating this on my class BB and It has clarified a LOT about why I always have voted independent. I am registered Republican but only because you had to be SOMETHING to vote in the primaries. I think that being loyal to a particular party would actually make things easier. Not saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107480162778179911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107480162778179911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107480162778179911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107480162778179911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2004/01/political-ramblings-been-thinking-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107141044677036566</id><published>2003-12-14T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T06:01:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG! The "Butcher of Baghdad" Has Been CapturedThe things one learns on Blogger. I was trying to wake up this morning and reading random blogs when I found the Environmental Republican and saw that the US had succeeded in capturing Saddam Hussein. I thought it a hoax until I ran into the living room to discover the news buzzing with the coverage. Praise God! My thoughts turn to Eric Johnson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107141044677036566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107141044677036566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107141044677036566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107141044677036566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/12/omg-butcher-of-baghdad-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107120450591465209</id><published>2003-12-11T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:49:12.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thus Ends The House SagaThe mortgage company is a bunch of idiots. They want 85K for a house with extensive interior and exterior damage. Not happening. No way, no how, that is NOT happening.  WHEN it goes into foreclosure we’ll go buy it off the steps of the courthouse for 60K and get on with our efforts. Now we need to focus our efforts on this house. Tomorrow we get a new water heater, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107120450591465209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107120450591465209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107120450591465209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107120450591465209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/12/thus-ends-house-saga-mortgage-company.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107072965271549019</id><published>2003-12-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T08:54:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The House Saga -- Day 110Well, its been awhile since I posted about the house saga. It was just stressing me out so I took a mental vacation from worrying about it for awhile. On the Monday before Thanksgiving (4 days AFTER our last contract was supposed to CLOSE!) we still had not received an answer on said contract (if you're counting that was contract number THREE). So we issued an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107072965271549019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107072965271549019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107072965271549019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107072965271549019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/12/house-saga-day-110-well-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-107006178800806748</id><published>2003-11-28T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T15:23:41.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Redneck FriendsOk, I'm probably not being wise writing this here where the people in question could theoretically stumble across it, but I am so frustrated with the redneck, bigoted, anti-Semitic attitudes that have recently been revealed by some of the people I grew up with! To witt...the whole "The Jews Killed Jesus" crap. Let's think about this people. If Jesus Christ was God incarnate,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/107006178800806748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=107006178800806748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107006178800806748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/107006178800806748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-redneck-friends-ok-im-probably-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106896040651422474</id><published>2003-11-15T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:27:07.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Published!!!!If I knew how, I'd change my tagline on my blog, but I don't so I won't. But the fact remains that I've moved from aspiring author to published author. My first submission...MY VERY FIRST that I sent out has been accepted for publication. I am SO excited. The piece itself is a tribute to an amazing man, Mr. John Harvey Roberts, and a moment of grace that changed my life. I am so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106896040651422474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106896040651422474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106896040651422474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106896040651422474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/11/published-if-i-knew-how-id-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106683741699472958</id><published>2003-10-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T08:43:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the most amazing music teacher in the worldI have been a musician for 25 years. I play 6 instruments ranging in proficiency from beginner level (bass guitar) to having played in a full orchestra (bass clarinet). I have taken years of lessons...Including piano from a guy who performed at Carnegie Hall at 13. But right now I have the most amazing music teacher in the entire world...His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106683741699472958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106683741699472958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106683741699472958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106683741699472958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-have-most-amazing-music-teacher-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106631706925105406</id><published>2003-10-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T08:11:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Waiting -- Day 30And still we wait. On day 28 we wrote the THIRD version of our contract. They finally, on day 24, countered our counter. They said that 85K was as low as they could possibly go. After much prayer we agreed. With concessions. Lots and lots of concessions. And now we wait some more. Truly if they come back with a reasonable counter I will be willing to drop about half the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106631706925105406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106631706925105406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106631706925105406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106631706925105406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/10/waiting-day-30-and-still-we-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106490078053359149</id><published>2003-09-29T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T22:46:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>House hunt updateThe waiting...Day 14We have offered, been rejected and counter offered and now we are playing a waiting game. 14 days have passed since we wrote the contract on the house and we are no closer than we were the last time I wrote here. I only THOUGHT that I had a headache then. This house is everything I could want...except ready to move into...it needs SO much work. There is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106490078053359149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106490078053359149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106490078053359149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106490078053359149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/09/house-hunt-update-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106347548396896758</id><published>2003-09-13T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T10:51:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>House Hunting Makes My Head HurtI haven't blogged much recently because of the fact that we are searching for a new home. I have discovered that house hunting makes my head hurt and financing makes it hurt even worse. However we received word yesterday that we are pre-approved. Yeah! Of course this means that we must now decide for serious if the house we have been daydreaming over for weeks is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106347548396896758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106347548396896758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106347548396896758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106347548396896758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/09/house-hunting-makes-my-head-hurt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106152608742045803</id><published>2003-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:21:27.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stumbling on the PathI hate failure. It makes me angry. In my perfectionism only complete success is good enough, so often nothing ever gets accomplished. So it is a source of tremendous frustration that I find myself stumbling on the path that was so surprisingly easy at its beginning. My eating disorder is flourishing and I don't know why. This drives me crazy. Perhaps it has something to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106152608742045803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106152608742045803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106152608742045803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106152608742045803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/08/stumbling-on-path-i-hate-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106063876759347266</id><published>2003-08-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:52:47.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love the way homeschooled kids playI love watching homeschooled kids at play. They are SO accepting and accomodating of one another. We had our teacher's meeting today for our co-op and had in attendance 30+ kids ages 2 to 13. Black and white kids. Boys and girls. Two with special needs. All body shapes and sizes. And they all played together without any fighting, scuffling, hurtful words and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106063876759347266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106063876759347266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106063876759347266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106063876759347266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-love-way-homeschooled-kids-play-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106057887574398541</id><published>2003-08-10T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:14:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, A post about HomeschoolingI have a teachers meeting tomorrow, the first of THREE this week. I am a homeschooler, how and why do I have not one but three teachers meetings to deal with? This is one of the paradoxes of homeschooling...the use of a CRS (church related school) commonly known as an "umbrella school". An umbrella protects you from the rain. An umbrella school protects us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106057887574398541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106057887574398541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106057887574398541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106057887574398541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/08/finally-post-about-homeschooling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-106009650513943436</id><published>2003-08-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:15:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Idol called NORMALFor most of my life I have wanted only one thing, to be normal. That was all. Just to be Normal. It didn’t seem to me too much to ask. I wanted desperately to fit in, to blend in to be invisible. To simply be normal. I was different. I was an only child. I was a gifted only child. I had a rapport with adults that other children my age didn’t. I genuinely wanted to please </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/106009650513943436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=106009650513943436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106009650513943436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/106009650513943436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/08/idol-called-normal-for-most-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105951502309441018</id><published>2003-07-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T14:43:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life as a Refugee -- Day 7Today is the 7th day without power. I remain in Middle Tennessee. Today I had to get refills of my medications called in because I did NOT think that I would still be here a week after the storm. I have been making the most of this trip. In the last week I have visited with many of my old friends from high school and am enjoying renewing old friendships. I've also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105951502309441018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105951502309441018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105951502309441018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105951502309441018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/my-life-as-refugee-day-7-today-is-7th.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105928416279375287</id><published>2003-07-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:36:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life as a Refugee -- Day 4Memphis remains without power and I remain in Middle Tennessee. This is day four. While this trip is fun and has been planned for several weeks, my original date of return was July 28th. We are not going to be returning as planned. My house is still without power and that means I am here, in the town of my childhood, for the forseable future. Some good things: I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105928416279375287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105928416279375287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105928416279375287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105928416279375287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/my-life-as-refugee-day-4-memphis.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105906654832403965</id><published>2003-07-24T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:09:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inconveniences of Modern LifeDo any of us realize how dependant we are upon electricity? We have grown up in an era where it was always avaliable at the flick of the switch on the wall. We take it for granted. Even this method that I use to communicate my thoughts to the ethernet is wholly dependant upon the movement of electrons down wires or cables. Without it EVERYTHING comes to a screeching</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105906654832403965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105906654832403965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105906654832403965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105906654832403965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/inconveniences-of-modern-life-do-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105876277086535243</id><published>2003-07-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T21:46:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CommunicationHow do we EVER manage to understand one another on even the most basic level? Each of us has our own personal filter and everything we read or hear, write or speak, is sifted through that filter. And no two filters are the same. No matter how close two people are. It is a wonder we understand anything. Yet we assume that we have been understood and that we understand others. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105876277086535243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105876277086535243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105876277086535243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105876277086535243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/communication-how-do-we-ever-manage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105849673490313207</id><published>2003-07-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T19:52:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eating disorder…it still feels unreal to type that…to speak it out loud. Weight Problem is familiar and seems “safer” somehow. But eating disorder, wow, yet another in the plethora of diagnoses that would threaten to define me. Am I more than the sum of my disorders? Do the conditions I have define who I am? I feel as if they do. I feel so screwed up at times. Sexual Abuse survivor. PTSD sufferer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105849673490313207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105849673490313207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105849673490313207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105849673490313207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/eating-disorderit-still-feels-unreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105840229808364437</id><published>2003-07-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T17:38:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Progress.Why is it so hard for me to settle for progress? Too often I act as if anything less than perfection is failure. How sick is that? I live and die by measures that have nothing to do with who I am as a person. I am brutally unkind to myself, saying things within my head that I would never think, much less say, about others. Today I will choose to celebrate progress. Evaluation of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105840229808364437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105840229808364437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105840229808364437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105840229808364437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/progress.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583556.post-105832173827240306</id><published>2003-07-15T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T19:15:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I spent the day downtown with Jessica playing tourist in our hometown. We started last week finding out the free days at the local museums and planning days to take advantage of each one in turn. Today was the National Civil Rights Museum. For those of you that don’t know, it is a museum that was made out of the Lorraine Motel (the motel where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/feeds/105832173827240306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583556&amp;postID=105832173827240306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105832173827240306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583556/posts/default/105832173827240306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teribear68.blogspot.com/2003/07/today-i-spent-day-downtown-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Terri Weaver</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118004005355128396110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7DWiy4HoME0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-vyMnx6jDIo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
