<?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-8485393882593889531</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:40:54.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GAYLE</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world.  I'm here to rock your world with my insightful comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485393882593889531.post-6249320573955810017</id><published>2009-03-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:56:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Twists and Turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life really t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;akes some twists and turns doesn't it?  Last time I wrote, my biggest worry was school.  Now there's Mark.  I had a lovely week in the hospital with him.  He thinks it was only 2 days.  Morphine reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;time fly.   And let me just say, no matter how good they make hospital cafeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ia food look, it's not.  But they can't rui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n candy bars and bags of chips so that's what I ate (and ate) as I sat in that room trying to study between nurse visits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every 15 minutes!  A hospital is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the place to be if you need to r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;est and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, just when we thought Mark could go home, they come and tell us he has lymphoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, OK so here we go again--six chemo treatments every three weeks.  That puts us from now through J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;une before he's finis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hed with poison therapy.&lt;br /&gt;So far after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one treatment h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e hasn't felt too bad, but you m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ust remember that he has two huge wounds still from his back-to-back surgeries that are still healin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  He can't understand why he doesn't feel like playing tennis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The oncologist told him that his beautif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ul thick wavy hair would fall out in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 to 14 days after his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;treatment and they were right on.  I can attest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the fact that hair falling out in big clumps is really disgusting.  So when his did, he just wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cut it off before it got to be a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3eOGMeHGI/AAAAAAAAACk/NwlCQqg9BUE/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3eOGMeHGI/AAAAAAAAACk/NwlCQqg9BUE/s320/IMG_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313647469129505890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is DURING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3c2Wgna7I/AAAAAAAAACc/0iToiSPV2gY/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3c2Wgna7I/AAAAAAAAACc/0iToiSPV2gY/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313645961680481202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3ch0VN6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kr78TtQHVyk/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3ch0VN6vI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kr78TtQHVyk/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313645608908483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3euZnf6SI/AAAAAAAAACs/5AiyzPSTOCg/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3euZnf6SI/AAAAAAAAACs/5AiyzPSTOCg/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313648024098957602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here's the question--What style of hat works the best with Mark's bone structure (and ears)?  I let him try on some of my cancer hats to try to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3gOvD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AVNhlSbtl-4/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3gOvD7YBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AVNhlSbtl-4/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313649679122784274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3gPIMvAzI/AAAAAAAAADE/T3u9s6JbDUI/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3gPIMvAzI/AAAAAAAAADE/T3u9s6JbDUI/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313649685870609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3g1GPDX8I/AAAAAAAAADM/sh06ZBVnGRk/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3g1GPDX8I/AAAAAAAAADM/sh06ZBVnGRk/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313650338178490306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is as a baaad biker dude. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Well maybe not too baaad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3hazYH9XI/AAAAAAAAADU/pO01CufFAcw/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3hazYH9XI/AAAAAAAAADU/pO01CufFAcw/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313650985951294834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I don't think any of these looks is quite right.   But I do rather think the French beret look is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3jGIksH_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mOiFbLgJ1Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3jGIksH_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mOiFbLgJ1Tg/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313652829887143922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I think I'll see him most often as the All-American boy I married.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't know this fabulous man, you're missing out because he's one in a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, I'm with you through all the tough days ahead and I can only hope I do it with the patience, love and caring you gave me six years ago.  I love you. XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8485393882593889531-6249320573955810017?l=accordingtogayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6249320573955810017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-twists-and-turns.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/6249320573955810017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/6249320573955810017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-twists-and-turns.html' title='Life&apos;s Twists and Turns'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/Sb3eOGMeHGI/AAAAAAAAACk/NwlCQqg9BUE/s72-c/IMG_1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485393882593889531.post-3617059783502815563</id><published>2009-01-21T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:01:46.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>Remember when your parents made you stand in the front yard on that first day of school every year?  Maybe with your fingers up showing what grade you were in?  You were in your cute new dress or little shorts outfit because it was still so hot and there was still a lot of summer to go.  I remember it every year--my own and then my girls' pictures.  I even remember what I wore on my first day of kindergarten in 1958.  Grandma Spratt made a darling plaid drop waist plaid dress for me (and probably a twin one for my cousin Julie).  It was just so exciting.  So exciting that I'm going to show you the very picture!  Here I am!&lt;br /&gt;                                  Boy am I cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXfiMozihSI/AAAAAAAAABM/3nQ7ohL45po/s1600-h/Kindergarten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXfiMozihSI/AAAAAAAAABM/3nQ7ohL45po/s200/Kindergarten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293948593737205026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; So Mark thought I should have my picture taken when I started school this year.  I mean it makes sense. I will kindly point out a few differences between 1958 and 2009 however, because it's difficult to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1-I'm a tad bit older.&lt;br /&gt;#2-I have a book bag and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; heavy!&lt;br /&gt;#3-It's colder in January than in August.&lt;br /&gt;#4-I can't hold up my fingers to show my grade because I don't have enough fingers.&lt;br /&gt;(And because I have to wear gloves to prevent frostbite.)&lt;br /&gt;#5-My darling outfit is hidden under layers of coats.&lt;br /&gt;#6-The smile is fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXfk4Yojq2I/AAAAAAAAABU/OQVZo68WGlg/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXfk4Yojq2I/AAAAAAAAABU/OQVZo68WGlg/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293951544333675362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXflzOgomGI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0MqaVQKcfM/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXflzOgomGI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0MqaVQKcfM/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952555228371042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8485393882593889531-3617059783502815563?l=accordingtogayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3617059783502815563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/3617059783502815563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/3617059783502815563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SXfiMozihSI/AAAAAAAAABM/3nQ7ohL45po/s72-c/Kindergarten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485393882593889531.post-2695063685016250490</id><published>2009-01-16T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:39:00.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Eds and Frat Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes it's true.  I'm a co-ed again.  And let me just say that college wasn't this hard when I was a co-ed the first time.  I feel like I pushed the wrong key on the computer and lost all my files.  And can you say "OLD"!  I mean the only person older than me in my classes is my math teacher.  And speaking of math,  WHAT WAS I THINKING??!!!  Why is the class I signed up for--"Math for Elementary Teachers"--all about Algebra?  I thought I'd had enough Fibinaci numbers and Pascal triangles when I was in Jr. High.  And that was 40+ years ago!  I'm also taking International Children's Literature which will be interesting.  And then my other class is Beginning Spanish.  OK, here's the first day in Spanish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;          Teacher:  I want everyone to introduce themselves and then tell three&lt;br /&gt;          things about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;yourself--two true and one false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;          Me:...Well, one, I'm a Grandma; two, I'm thirty-five; and three, I graduated  &lt;br /&gt;          from the U in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;          Teacher:  I don't think you could possibly have graduated in '75.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yessss, I love that teacher!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The other thing about the U is that it covers a lot of area and you have to park in Sandy if you drive.  And that's how close you can get for $75.  Also--Books--and I'm not talking about beautiful coffee table books with filagree edges and fabulous photography.  My three textbooks and two workbooks cost $300!  Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S. Did you know that every night the buildings get shuffled around and all the classrooms are re-numbered so it's really easy to get lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8485393882593889531-2695063685016250490?l=accordingtogayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2695063685016250490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/co-eds-and-frat-boys.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/2695063685016250490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/2695063685016250490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/co-eds-and-frat-boys.html' title='Co-Eds and Frat Boys'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485393882593889531.post-7302687536526045184</id><published>2009-01-09T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:39:06.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep in the Hundred Acre Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been in a real philosophical mood lately.  Being a new Grandma has naturally turned my mind to deep thoughts.  And when I have deep thoughts, I mean Pooh thoughts.  ("Think think think")  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; contains all of the really important truths about life.  Each character embodies an example of a real non-animated person.  I mean, think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Christopher Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--A caring boy who's protective of his friends and joins them on their adventures or helps bail them out when they're in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--He accepts all as equally important in his life,  a true friend.  Very creative in problem solving ("I'm just a little black rain cloud...")  He is, however, very focused on his physical needs. ("I'm so rumbly in my tumbly")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Piglet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--A true worrier. (Kind of reminds me of Mark's mom) unselfish and lacking in confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Just the opposite--self centered, OCD, the neighborhood busy-body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Gloomy old Eeyore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--The know-it-all who doesn't really know it all, but loves to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Probably the most normal character--just a good and protective mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--The typical energetic kid who likes adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     and then there's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tigger (T-I-Double grrrr- R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--"Bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun fun fun fun fun"--just out to have fun and find joy in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who are you most like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8485393882593889531-7302687536526045184?l=accordingtogayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7302687536526045184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-in-hundred-acre-woods.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/7302687536526045184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/7302687536526045184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-in-hundred-acre-woods.html' title='Deep in the Hundred Acre Woods'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8485393882593889531.post-2036957738740301294</id><published>2009-01-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:44:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog-New Baby-New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you believe it!  I (with Jessica's assistance) figured out how to step into Cyberspace.  Here I am and I hope you'll visit me often.  I'll try to update regularly because I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you'll want to know about the world as seen through my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2009 is here and thank goodness for that.  For some reason I'm always glad to get rid of the old year.  I guess it's my undying optimism that the new one will somehow be better.  (I hear snickering out there.  Is it my use of the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;?)  I think there's hope for this year as it's off to a good start.  My beautiful, brilliant, perfect, and cuddly grandbaby joined the family.  (Actually the blessed event was Dec. 29th, but I'm pretending that is was the start of the New Year.)  Emily Rose Argyle came to us weighing in at a whopping 4 lbs. 2 oz.!  As she couldn't quite put on the ounces, she's still in the hospital until she stops losing weight.  They decided to put a feeding tube into her tummy so she can grow enough to at least stay warm.  Claire looks darn good for having just delivered, doesn't she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SV20lWORIbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/72ClpaheoWA/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SV20lWORIbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/72ClpaheoWA/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286580091316412850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here she is celebrating New Year's Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; her traditional Fun Family New Year's Eve hat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SV2u81GKPNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cJmpd-fpSMg/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SV2u81GKPNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cJmpd-fpSMg/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573897671130322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bye for now.  There are great things in store and lots of my world to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8485393882593889531-2036957738740301294?l=accordingtogayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2036957738740301294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-new-baby-new-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/2036957738740301294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8485393882593889531/posts/default/2036957738740301294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtogayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-new-baby-new-year.html' title='New Blog-New Baby-New Year'/><author><name>GAYLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02966951274021914570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qq1Ob9n3x0Y/SV20lWORIbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/72ClpaheoWA/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
