<?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-21160788</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:09:51.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am paying attention to small beauties, whatever I have--</title><subtitle type='html'>as if it were our duty to find things to love, to bind ourselves to this world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-8792749570315917312</id><published>2010-10-26T22:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:09:05.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I never post on this unless I'm avoiding working...</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't posted in about a year, and I don't actually have much to say today either. However, I did want to share this &lt;a href="http://interiors-porn.tumblr.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.   It's called "Interiors Porn." It is just a constant stream of photos  of  the inside of other peoples' houses. I can't figure out how to post   actual pictures, but check out the cite. It's FANTASTIC. You see, I   really like interior design, it turns out. Maybe it is just a product of   getting older and longing to feel like an adult. Regardless, I really   wish I had the time, money, and a house to direct. Perhaps a cute little bungalow in a historic neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMeju2yRL3I/AAAAAAAADgo/PUqelnfWE38/s1600/bungalow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMeju2yRL3I/AAAAAAAADgo/PUqelnfWE38/s320/bungalow1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532570692623609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMelDNd1GYI/AAAAAAAADgw/ylywckKMBoQ/s1600/bungalow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMelDNd1GYI/AAAAAAAADgw/ylywckKMBoQ/s320/bungalow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532572141820909954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ASHLEY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;Maybe even this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMelne8qM_I/AAAAAAAADg4/S00_sUWLG7I/s1600/bungalow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMelne8qM_I/AAAAAAAADg4/S00_sUWLG7I/s320/bungalow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532572764988912626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ASHLEY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;Alright, back to paper writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-8792749570315917312?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8792749570315917312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=8792749570315917312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8792749570315917312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8792749570315917312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-post-on-this-unless-im-avoiding.html' title='I never post on this unless I&apos;m avoiding working...'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/TMeju2yRL3I/AAAAAAAADgo/PUqelnfWE38/s72-c/bungalow1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-6644998084298019576</id><published>2009-07-02T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:25:56.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting on my balcony writing this, eating a piece of toast, drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying the relative coolness of the breeze. i love my new apartment! it's so homey and comfortable compared to the sterile institution i was living in last year. the best part is that my balcony faces the united methodist church of norman. it is such a beautiful church. at night it's lit up beautifully. anyway, that is all just to say, "it's a pleasant morning in norman-town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real purpose of this post is toast. that's right, toast. this morning i decided to make myself some toast with honey on it for breakfast. i always love toast when i make it, but it seems i usually forget and go for a more convenient breakfast like a granola bar and an apple. anyway, while i was eating my toast this morning i started thinking about how much i used to love eating it, how good it was, and that i wanted to reaquaint myself with eating toast for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was sitting here eating, i got to thinking about my history with toast, and it brought back some really fond memories of childhood. you see, my parents are quite frugal. this was even more the case when melanie and i were young because my dad was in school. that coupled with the fact that they generally try not to keep junk food in the house meant that my childhood breakfasts were almost always corn/bran flakes. sometimes though, when one of my parents had the time to help us make it, we would eat toast. specifically, i remember one day coming into the kitchen, and my dad had mixed cinammon and sugar and topped his and our toast with it. this became something of a staple treat, and from that day on, there was (and still is) always a small tupperware container of cinammon and sugar mixed together in the spice cabinet in my family's kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realize that there was nothing magical or even special about the cinammon and sugar my dad made. it's literally just white sugar and cinammon in a container that he shakes up a bit. however, i can not imagine mixing it and having it in my house. it would make the memory mundane, and i like thinking of cinammon toast as a real treat rather than an easy, cheap snack. so maybe it's ridiculous that i will not go into my kitchen and mix some up for slice number two that my hungry tummy is telling me to make, but i just can't.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-5980476098881801200</id><published>2009-06-19T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:40:02.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer to do list</title><content type='html'>i like lists. i like plans. i like writing my lists and writing my plans in my calendar. these things make me feel productive and help me stay on track. this summer, however, i have failed in my list making and even more in completing the tasks on any lists i have made. i realize that the fact that this bothers me may make some people to think that i am ocd or a control freak. really i just like to know what each day will contain, and i do like to actually get things done. it's satisfying. think what you will. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing to say i'm turning over a new summer leaf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting now. lists lists lists. i'm making them and sticking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem now is that i wish my summer list looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;camping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traveling (anywhere and everywhere)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing with my doggies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating my momma's yummy summer foods (grilled everything and lots of fruit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading whatever i want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to baseball games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;rather than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;grocery store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;barnes and noble (for work not play)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read theory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coffee/lunch/other activity with friend(s) (this of course is the highlight and something i would want to be on any list)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;anyway, it's a slow summer, but i'm going to make it more productive starting now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-5980476098881801200?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5980476098881801200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=5980476098881801200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/5980476098881801200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/5980476098881801200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-to-do-list.html' title='summer to do list'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-8275733335701385442</id><published>2009-04-30T21:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:04:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last summer my parents and I took our dogs Nash and Sasha to a "DogJog"...5k run and 2k dog walk to raise funds for rescue dogs in Oklahoma. The event is coming up again soon, and the group that puts it on has started publicizing the event. This is one of the pictures they are using:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/SfpltuhekWI/AAAAAAAADd8/zS5Zt_Pzgl4/s1600-h/well+that%27s+a+big+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/SfpltuhekWI/AAAAAAAADd8/zS5Zt_Pzgl4/s320/well+that%27s+a+big+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330684945203368290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's right, the Nasher-man is the face of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 4th Annual Dog Jog," and he has a cute little beagle admirer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you and/or your pup want to walk/run go to this cite:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.traineddogs.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to paper writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-8275733335701385442?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8275733335701385442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=8275733335701385442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8275733335701385442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8275733335701385442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-summer-my-parents-and-i-took-our.html' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/SfpltuhekWI/AAAAAAAADd8/zS5Zt_Pzgl4/s72-c/well+that%27s+a+big+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-3406236901467387819</id><published>2009-03-29T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:34:54.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to move</title><content type='html'>i really want to move to a different apartment. maybe a cute little duplex closer to campus? i found a place that would be perfect if i had a pal or double my current income. it's a two story duplex and is green with an adorable porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep looking, but it's hard not to get discouraged. where i am now i just feel really isolated and it's too big for one person. makes me feel lonely and miss living amongst all of the people i love so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-3406236901467387819?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3406236901467387819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=3406236901467387819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3406236901467387819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3406236901467387819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-move.html' title='i want to move'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-3616240457041936020</id><published>2009-02-13T11:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:50:48.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th...</title><content type='html'>so today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and next month there is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  this has got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the mythology/superstition behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?  is it any thing other than a ploy by producers of scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't remember ever knowing.  i just remember a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  my then friend Shelley Swain asked me on the play ground, "why aren't you wearing black?"  i of course stared at her baffled.  she urged, "you know to keep the bad luck away."  she then proceeded to inform the naive 12 year old version of myself of all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 'films.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; since always taken note of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  however, i still know pretty much nothing about the occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; figuring out more of what i want to study by the day.  it's exciting, and it means i can start looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;.d. programs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-3616240457041936020?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3616240457041936020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=3616240457041936020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3616240457041936020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3616240457041936020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='friday the 13th...'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-8014401278623344714</id><published>2009-01-17T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:28:49.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>free books</title><content type='html'>so i guess i don't use this very much...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm, i got some free books today from norton publishing company.  exciting for me, but kind of bad overall.  free books for teachers means books for students are more expensive.  i guess i'm shooting myself in the foot as i am both teacher and student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new classes on tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-8014401278623344714?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8014401278623344714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=8014401278623344714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8014401278623344714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/8014401278623344714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-books.html' title='free books'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-6853516544801228277</id><published>2008-08-24T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:48:00.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am going to be a teacher, or at least I am going to put on my teacher hat and try to dance the jig.  On absolutely no authority other than that I made it through undergrad, I am going to waltz into Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what and pretend that I have something to offer these people who are paying good money to sit in Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what.  Two classes, 30 or more students, and me.  I know that people who actually do know what they are doing chose me to do this job.  They even decided to give me money.  I just have to suck it up and know that even though I don't have three degrees that say so, I do know how to write.  Let's just hope that they don't see through my act tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I deeply wish that I could be starting class at OBU on Wednesday, I know in my head that it is good to move on.  Also, I'm really glad that although it isn't at OBU, I get to go to class this week!  Such a nerdy sentiment, I know.  It's just that I've never felt more myself than sitting in a classroom.  I just wish I could be doing it with all of my best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-6853516544801228277?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6853516544801228277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=6853516544801228277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/6853516544801228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/6853516544801228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-i-am-going-to-be-teacher-or-at.html' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-3453028336466528726</id><published>2008-08-01T00:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:19:04.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;toilet bowl cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;comet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;all purpose kitchen cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;all purpose bathroom cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;all purpose all purpose cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;all purpose cleaning wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;paper towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;napkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dishwashing soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dishwashing soap (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;bathroom trashcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;febreze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;starch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;laundry detergent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;stain remover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sponges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;trashbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;lysol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;windex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you may be curious what these things have in common...they comprise my new army of cleaning supplies that should have cost (i'm guessing here) more than $50; however, I decided to check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Dollar Tree:  Where everything is a dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt; for cleaning supplies.  This list of 19 items cost me only $20 and some change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I realize this is a rather mundane and silly thing to be posting, but I really couldn't believe how much money I saved by going to the dollar store.  Sure, some of the items are knock off brands, and it is possible that they won't work as well as the name brands.  Really though, I'm probably not going to be so dirty that I need industrial strength windex.  So I've converted, and I think you should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-3453028336466528726?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3453028336466528726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=3453028336466528726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3453028336466528726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/3453028336466528726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2008/08/toilet-bowl-cleaner-comet-all-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160788.post-547601351265431561</id><published>2008-07-29T02:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:17:50.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised</title><content type='html'>upon the command of my dear friend claire, this business is finally going to see some real action.  at least that is the current plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i'm getting ready to move away from my home to a big city (relatively speaking) where I will live all alone.  i'm excited for the opportunity to continue my education, but nervous that i'm going to be getting pretty lonely.  i guess it wouldn't be much of an adventure if not for at least a small amount of anxiety.  regardless, the move means hanging up my waitress apron (thank the good Lord) for a while and repositioning my thinking cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while working at Chili's:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visitshawnee.com/uploads/images/medium/chilis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.visitshawnee.com/uploads/images/medium/chilis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a bit about myself and collected many observation scraps for future stories, poems, and/or daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one such character:  Drew the creeper cook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon first meeting this tall, wiry character of approximately 29, I was told I looked like a sexy librarian because of my glasses.  He requested that I put my hair in a bun, neatly place a pencil in the bun and then make a "shhhhshing motion" as if to request that he, my rowdy student, quiet down.  That's right ladies and gentlemen, nothing like a good bit of minor, workplace sexual harassment.   Annoying as his comments were, they were not threatening so i decided to let them pass.  Over the course of about a month, I heard him request that another girl play "doctor" with him, recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt;  (I wonder what Steinbeck would have to say about this) and explain the meaning of Revelations.  He was a know it all with enough education only to hurt himself and enough drugs to make him think he was an authority on all things.  Needless to say he was fired after only a month, but I'm thinking he has the makings of an excellent villain.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically...the ole day to day has been a bit of a bore this summer, but maybe sometimes we all need that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21160788-547601351265431561?l=maywalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/feeds/547601351265431561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21160788&amp;postID=547601351265431561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/547601351265431561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21160788/posts/default/547601351265431561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maywalker.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-promised.html' title='as promised'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06583618956497796933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4o5LK7nGJmw/R8YlhFzovKI/AAAAAAAACMg/gju2Rl9yIgU/S220/n79800150_30384098_8084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
