<?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-7325742951394641635</id><updated>2011-12-05T15:32:02.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sincerely</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-6526483646667277814</id><published>2011-12-05T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:32:02.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYUG0XYb9Ao/Tt1Sii0uwLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1L5MW3bUo20/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682789058228437170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYUG0XYb9Ao/Tt1Sii0uwLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1L5MW3bUo20/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May God bring you peace, joy, and love this season. Let him restore you if you need that, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-6526483646667277814?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6526483646667277814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-may-god-bring-you-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6526483646667277814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6526483646667277814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-may-god-bring-you-peace.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYUG0XYb9Ao/Tt1Sii0uwLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1L5MW3bUo20/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8506181119497590061</id><published>2011-09-09T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:24:33.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on</title><content type='html'>oh how the days go by. it's already september and, thank the Lord, we've had some cooler days. &lt;br /&gt;I want to praise God for His peace in my life. I've been anxious lately - mostly about things that i make up in my head. I've been having lower back pain that goes into my leg after running. I've had similar hip pain after running before, but nothing that has stayed as long as this. Here is where my anxiousness shows itself: I worry that this pain is caused by a tumor or some sort of fatal illness (namely cancer). It's a consuming worry, and I hate it. Troy reminded me tonight to take captive every thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few months have been both wonderful and difficult. i think i'm still dealing with all that happened to troy and me. we haven't told a ton of people, but we miscarried this summer. it began while we were in Costa Rica on a really great missions trip. God had his hand in surrounding us with love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we found out we were expecting i bawled my eyes out; i did the same when the miscarriage began. it's something i've always been afraid of, but never thought would happen to me. and now i think that's why my fears of other things (ie. cancer) seem like such a big possibilty. to say the least, it's been an emotional rollercoaster. i've been both brokenhearted and happy, scared and calm, questioning and thankful. in spite of everything, God is so good (all the time, all the time God is good). i want to remember his presence in my life, i need to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an appointment with the chiropractor this monday. hopefully the running/back pain issue can be unfolded and sorted out there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i don't mean to write all this for anyone to feel overly sympathetic for me. it's more therapy - it feels good to write it down and get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you are doing well. tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8506181119497590061?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8506181119497590061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-been-going-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8506181119497590061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8506181119497590061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4676447933119811368</id><published>2011-06-02T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:29:45.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>The school year has come to a close, and I am so delighted to have some time off from work. hip hip hurrah! I found out this morning that i may be transferring schools next year - to a larger full-on elementary. Right now i'm a teacher's assistant in a montessori classroom, so really I'll be following the teacher I work with. The district is trying to put all their montessori classes in one school building which is good for the montessori program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer holds plenty of good things, too: travel, free-time, cleaning, cooking, walking. I praise the Lord for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4676447933119811368?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4676447933119811368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4676447933119811368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4676447933119811368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='SUMMER!'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8273959038340743838</id><published>2011-04-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:28:46.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funnies</title><content type='html'>Did you know that there is a 'world's funniest joke' wikipedia article? I always thought humor was pretty relative, but i guess if enough people voted on the same funniest joke, that would be it.. right? nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, though, the top UK joke in the article is quite a winner!! Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Ugh!" The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me!" The man says: "You go right up there and tell him off – go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! what are some funny jokes you've come across recently? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8273959038340743838?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8273959038340743838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/04/funnies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8273959038340743838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8273959038340743838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/04/funnies.html' title='The funnies'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8376347442119695289</id><published>2011-04-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:24:14.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post spring break</title><content type='html'>Last week was glorious; it was spring break. My job is not difficult, but when vacation rolls around, i wish to be a stay-at-home wife. That's just it, though, stay-at-home-&lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;. not mother. and right now I certainly can't justify not working. But God has blessed me with a job that follows the school schedule - so, i guess, I'm what they call a ...summer-stay-at-home-wife... and, by golly george, I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spring break started the saturday before last with a morning mud run hosted by MUSC in Columbia. Troy, my sister, Beth, her husband, Steve, and I were a team. It took us alittle less than 2 hours to finish the 5 mile - 32 obstacle course. Obstacles were things like - climb the wall, crawl under the logs, run the dirt hills, shimmy across the rope, and such. On one of my favorite obstacles, we had to run up two dirt mounds, jump into water from the second, swim across, and climb out. On my least favorite obstacle, we had to wade through chest high sludge; it was probably the grossest thing i've ever done. I struggled between breathing through my nose (it was stinky) and breathing through my mouth (what if the sludge got inside?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots happened after the commencing mud run. We had some friends over for dinner, I visited my sister again in Columbia and my dear friend, Amy, in Greenville, I spent time with another good friend, Anna. We celebrated Easter at a huge family potluck, and ended the break by watching The King's Speech late Sunday night. Good movie, I thought.. as did most of America.. In highschool, my friends and I had a crush on the Pride and Prejudice Colin Firth. Funny, huh? But, wait, who didn't find Mark Darcy endearing? Have you read Bridget Jones' Diary? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to work now. Five and a half more weeks until the summer. Not bad. not bad, indeed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, I finally chanced papermaking. It turned out okay, but definately needs improvement. Next time I'll use a lighter colored fiber as the pulp base and find a better way to flatten the paper sheets while drying. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8376347442119695289?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8376347442119695289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8376347442119695289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8376347442119695289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-spring-break.html' title='post spring break'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4550624045438933991</id><published>2011-02-09T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:52:21.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>So, i have definately not been posting weekly blogs...&lt;br /&gt;nor have i been stretching everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have been doing:&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;cooking/eating&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;going to the y (woooo!)&lt;br /&gt;reading harry potter 5&lt;br /&gt;watching the first season of scrubs/buying the scrubs series so to watch it all!&lt;br /&gt;helping out with wednesday night youth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm interested in making home-made paper. my friend, amy, gave me the idea. and now i have the gumption. i actually ordered a book about it online. so, now i'm waiting for it to arrive before i go off to gather what materials i'll need. wish me luck. i'll let you know how the first attempt goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what new thing have you taken on recently. what ideas have you been thinking about.hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4550624045438933991?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4550624045438933991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4550624045438933991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4550624045438933991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-5884015604919132595</id><published>2011-01-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:24:55.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i declare</title><content type='html'>okay,  it's been a long, long, long time since i've blogged anything...  my life has changed quite abit from last september.. well, really, there's been one really big change: troy and i are now married... :)  which is..... soo nice - great, wonderful, loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i like how even though i still have the same job, same clothes, same insatiable (sp.?) relationship with coffee,  time is different, now -it's mostly, wonderfully- automatically spent with a friend. my closest friend, my pfl (partner-for-life). haha - um, really though. :)  (have you seen modern family? the pfl is a sort-of-reference to phunny phil..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always liked a bit of time to myself, though. i think i need it to function properly. and this is what i'm doing right now. typing alone in starbucks while troy begins his new job - translating for a law firm.  kuddos to troy - he's really great with languages. something i really admire about him... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a completely different topic, it's a new year, and i  made one resolution: to stretch every day.  i'm afraid that my body is already waning at the age of 25. that just will not do.  so, hopefully this is something i'll stick with - it's simple enough, yes?.. it would be fun to continue blogging once a week, also. i'm not making any promises, but that's something i'd like myself to do. . i like reading other people's blogs..we don't have internet at our house, right now, so it will be a nice excuse to go for a cup of coffee or such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-5884015604919132595?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/5884015604919132595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-declare.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/5884015604919132595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/5884015604919132595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-declare.html' title='i declare'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-3456775168073165008</id><published>2010-09-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:39:59.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the speed of time is sometimes faster than the cheetah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/TIsU5_aVbYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2ps-DbClDSk/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515525155152293250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/TIsU5_aVbYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2ps-DbClDSk/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... it's been quite awhile, hasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in three months to this day - troy and i will be getting married!! i suppose that is still a ways away, but time has been flying lately for me. the day speeds on and i remember it's been a week since that.. and suddenly i'm getting older. i'm old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"how old are you? ilang taon ka na? cuantos anos tienes?" (84, and i can't even remember how i got here).. is what i'll be saying in sixty wonderful years (aka seemingly 60 months?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also been reminded (by our good friend the scale) to eat better and expend energy more. that's one thing that's nice for fall (besides lovely tree colors and warm coffee drinking) - being able to comfortably run outside. my goodness - thank God the deadly hot will soon go away for a time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...at the end of this day- here shows our turning, spinning, timefull earth hanging from the wooden ceiling.. sleep tight!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/TIsUZyGs3XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ak-xNnNLrBo/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-3456775168073165008?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/3456775168073165008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/09/speed-of-time-is-sometimes-faster-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3456775168073165008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3456775168073165008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/09/speed-of-time-is-sometimes-faster-than.html' title='the speed of time is sometimes faster than the cheetah'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/TIsU5_aVbYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2ps-DbClDSk/s72-c/IMG_0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-9174454468208506712</id><published>2010-05-22T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:28:21.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S_hW_meFR8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Cj1pnTxxBRA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474220997727307714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S_hW_meFR8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Cj1pnTxxBRA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am newly engaged to be married... and i couldn't be more happy! haha. sappy public broadcasting, but - really - it's wonderful.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're not getting married for another 6 and a half-ish months. so the idea of planning for it seems silly. I've been told otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that said: i think i want a wedding color of brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, (above) here we are on a more serious note. it's a sort - of irony to the typical nature of our relationship. ba hah!!.... we laugh alot together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-9174454468208506712?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/9174454468208506712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-old-something-new-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/9174454468208506712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/9174454468208506712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-old-something-new-something.html' title='something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S_hW_meFR8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Cj1pnTxxBRA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-6042099616141773235</id><published>2010-05-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:46:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>had it up to here</title><content type='html'>eeee.  i'm sportin' a 'tude about the bug pests in our house. but, seriously, it's ridiculous. i woke up two hours ago to a massive (MASSIVE) amount of little black wingful pests next to my bed.  most of them were dead, but some were still fluttering around, and still even some had come to snuggle up beside me. - what in the world?!?!  i'm mostly in shock at this because we also have been having issues with fleas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, i 'cleaned the mess' - what have you - up with wet paper towels,  found garden bug spray on our front porch, and sprayed that in my room.  now i sit here hoping and praying for something to keep the critters away..  (note: call rental agency tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buttttt, i suppose i shouldn't complain so much!!.. yes, it's terribly annoying, but wait - i have a job and a home (where - if insects had to pay rent - would be free) , i'm well-fed, God's blessed me with an amazing family and friends, the world around us is gorgeous... God is my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, this song just popped into my head:  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God you are my God&lt;br /&gt;and I will ever praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to walk in your ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and step by step you'll lead me&lt;br /&gt;and I will follow you all of my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do you know it?!).. the melody is simple and pretty, pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week i want to remember particularly to praise God in everything - even with pesty friends in the house. ba ha ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-6042099616141773235?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6042099616141773235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/05/had-it-up-to-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6042099616141773235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6042099616141773235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/05/had-it-up-to-here.html' title='had it up to here'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-6767587739892376766</id><published>2010-04-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:29:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help, i'm alive</title><content type='html'>I have to find a job starting in july. something along the lines of teacher, barista, librarian. did you know that librarians have masters degrees. i think they often specialize in a particular area - i imagine something like ancient civilizations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oo, or to be a museum worker - to know so much about something that you're in charge of presenting it to the masses. in fact, i'd be thrilled to visit a museum. a science museum filled with things to play with, or an art museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll start writing stories. for children. or one piece comic funnies. like far side (which is hilarious). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i've missed lately is traveling. i forget all the possible ways of living. and i get stuck in my middle - low class american mind-set,  you know - where my world is the town i live in and not much beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'd be grateful for job ideas? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-6767587739892376766?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6767587739892376766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-im-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6767587739892376766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/6767587739892376766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-im-alive.html' title='help, i&apos;m alive'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8658349461983065876</id><published>2010-03-31T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:02:06.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>next week is my first spring break - as a teacher. I'm pretty thrilled about the idea of one whole week to do whatever i want.  (sleep in, take short trips, hang out during the week day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is also fast approaching.  how exciting!!..  there is only one thing i'm worried about: death by heat stroke in my car?... the driver's seat window of my car gave out a few weeks ago and no longer rolls down. hence, i might die this summer while in it. honestly, my car becomes this mix between sauna and steam room..    ( what's a girl to do? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, things will be wonderful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8658349461983065876?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8658349461983065876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8658349461983065876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8658349461983065876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8929004966571624476</id><published>2010-03-08T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:49:00.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, to speak of  many things</title><content type='html'>i want to grow a collectable source of conversation topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some things i already know how to talk about:  foods, traveling, the beach, wishes, feelings and thoughts, personal events and memories, the Bible and things I read, running, things outside e.g. trees, sky, plants, time, plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some things i'd like to better know how to talk about: currect events - local, national, global, interesting facts - about people, animals, nature, and social organization... i want to know more about how the human body works, as well - in regards to exercise and diet, i've always found that fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one obvious conclusion would be to start reading more. i'll set a goal, something like - read from 2 sources (articles, books, adds, blogs) a day... then, I suppose, I should also start conversing more. practice, practice, practice!!  so, 'have at least one interesting conversation with at least one person every day.' hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any interesting topics for conversation, post it here. lets get this show on the road. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8929004966571624476?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8929004966571624476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-to-speak-of-many-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8929004966571624476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8929004966571624476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-to-speak-of-many-things.html' title='oh, to speak of  many things'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4784503731349751270</id><published>2010-02-11T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:55:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S3TPpPaCoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/F4qAKi9T-eE/s1600-h/IMG_0236_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437198957560373650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S3TPpPaCoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/F4qAKi9T-eE/s320/IMG_0236_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, what a beauty she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my, i'm sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven forbid, the night starts here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful that the weekend starts tomorrow. God bless it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i realize this particular post really has no purpose. i simply felt like it was time to put up something new. so bombs awaaaayyyyyy..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4784503731349751270?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4784503731349751270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sister-and-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4784503731349751270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4784503731349751270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sister-and-me.html' title='my sister and me'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S3TPpPaCoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/F4qAKi9T-eE/s72-c/IMG_0236_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2780784008212750280</id><published>2010-02-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:36:11.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluffton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S2eIYGFFbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/_oCghd-dWkA/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433461422975971042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S2eIYGFFbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/_oCghd-dWkA/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was taken over the christmas holiday in ohio. in bluffton - where my parents live..not to mention where my eldest sister, sarah, her husband, and her two children live, as well.&lt;br /&gt;I used to live there, too - in sixth grade, tenth grade, and for several summers after highschool graduation. actually, you may notice a sort of 'dot' in the lower right portion of the photo.. this is my bird-friend. gnarles. he says, "greetings from the midwest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, it's just slightly past 9:15 and i'm about to go to bed!! i must say - this teacher business that i've been involved in - for about 2 weeks now - is pretty tiring. or it's more that I need to become better about getting more sleep - namely I should go to bed at a decent hour and/or such.  I've been enjoying the job, though, so far.  :)  my particular goal for the rest of this week is to lovingly interact with my students... yes, amen. that is what it will be. for me, this means to: smile, converse, and laugh with them, keep a never ending bowl of patience, support their learning successes - emotionally, socially, cognitively..., provide and show interesting lessons to them, and listen to them. i'm sure there's a lot more i could do. so, if you have suggestions, do tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately this source of loving interaction comes from God - hopefully, at least, on my part. that said - as always, i need to be mindful of his presence and power! ra. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2780784008212750280?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2780784008212750280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/02/bluffton.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2780784008212750280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2780784008212750280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/02/bluffton.html' title='bluffton'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S2eIYGFFbuI/AAAAAAAAADg/_oCghd-dWkA/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-3567046355350234248</id><published>2010-01-15T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:37:18.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's outside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S1Dpm9o8DkI/AAAAAAAAADY/NCBCTri1twE/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427094406572019266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S1Dpm9o8DkI/AAAAAAAAADY/NCBCTri1twE/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue skies and bare limbs. Room for warm growth. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-3567046355350234248?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/3567046355350234248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-outside.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3567046355350234248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3567046355350234248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-outside.html' title='what&apos;s outside.'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S1Dpm9o8DkI/AAAAAAAAADY/NCBCTri1twE/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4468554891673360047</id><published>2010-01-11T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:36:26.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 12th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S0wSNkMuHBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7UztuxL6p8U/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425731675339234322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S0wSNkMuHBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7UztuxL6p8U/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, what a week. last week was. i barely worked which meant I had ample free-time to go here and there, to and fro. here's a picture from a mini-midweek-adventure. wooo :). it's taken from the inside of an old church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, something exciting - I officially have my first real career job. i am now a career woman!. it's a teaching job and i'm thrilled. it's wonderful how God provides..in his time. in his time for my life, your life, our lives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it starts on thursday! so, this week will be my last week working at starbucks-where i have currently been employed for almost the past two years. wow.. i'll miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4468554891673360047?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4468554891673360047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/12th.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4468554891673360047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4468554891673360047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/12th.html' title='the 12th'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/S0wSNkMuHBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7UztuxL6p8U/s72-c/122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2527083041971890868</id><published>2010-01-04T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:10:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years resolutions</title><content type='html'>my darling friend &lt;a href="http://www.superamy.com/"&gt;amy&lt;/a&gt; has challenged me (and YOU) in her latest blog to write down several new years resolutions.. so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some of these have been inspired by others. so thankyou if you recognize something similar to your own resolution(s)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-always be mindful of God&lt;br /&gt;-be more thoughtful of others, both when with them and not with them&lt;br /&gt;-read more - Bible, literature, articles&lt;br /&gt;-travel somewhere i've never been - and stay there for at least a few days (maybe by myself, or with a friend. that would be nice)&lt;br /&gt;-figure out how to pay school loans online and start paying them&lt;br /&gt;-learn to be more confident/assertive in appropriate situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i will now go to bed and chew on these resolution morsels. mmmm. :/. sorry, again, no photo. good thing i didn't make that a newyears resolution... bah ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2527083041971890868?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2527083041971890868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2527083041971890868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2527083041971890868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='new years resolutions'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-1824862032306244210</id><published>2009-12-31T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:48:30.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi</title><content type='html'>so... i kindof failed with the 2009 blog challenge. tis okay- the new year begins in less than twelve hours and all will begin fresh.. like after a clean bath with some good soap. i also don't have any new photos to post. at least any that have been transferred onto this computer. although.... i was given a new camera for christmas!!. it has good manual settings and will be fun to play with : ). thank you mom and pop! (i haven't downloaded the software onto my computer yet :/.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a lot has happened since last blogging several weeks ago.  this december month has been really busy - finishing school, graduation, family visiting, traveling to ohio, christmas, the new year festivities.. i finally slept in late today. and it was wonderful.  granted i feel alittle gross, but lack of sleep has been pressing on me lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yay. praise God. for everything. particularly this year of 2009. ! yip yip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-1824862032306244210?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1824862032306244210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/1824862032306244210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/1824862032306244210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/oi.html' title='oi'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2053327007081244735</id><published>2009-12-12T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:13:10.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempting</title><content type='html'>So, my two closest friends - &lt;a href="http://www.superamy.com"&gt;amy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://annieehall.blogspot.com/"&gt;anna&lt;/a&gt; - are taking part in Gwen Bell's the best of 2009 blog challenge...(you should read their blogs, they're quite entertaining).. i think i'm going to give it a whim, as well. we'll see: ) For the challenge you reflect on 2009 in choosing prompted 'best of' moments..  There's 31 prompts for each day of December. but i'm going to be choosy and just do the ones i want to - when i want to. bah ha. so, with no further ado :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Restaurant moment: share the best restaurant moment you had this year. Who was there? What made it amazing? What taste stands out in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;I think about this in terms of the people I was with. my most memorable meal out this year wasn't necessarily one evening - but all the times combined that I've gone out to eat with my three wonderful roommates. We always eat mexican food when it's the four of us. and we always laugh a lot. That's what makes it amazing - because I honestly have so much fun laughing about the dumbest things with them.  top three dishes to get: huevos rancheros, steak or sweet chicken nachos, and warm chicken soup with avocado and sour cream. mm. My one downfall at these mexican fiestas is when i eat too many chips. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Book: what book - fiction or non - touched you? Where were you when you read it?&lt;br /&gt;well, i've come to terms with the fact that I don't read as much as I used to.  This makes me a little sad. I find myself starting books, reading the first few pages or chapters, and then just losing interest.  At home, I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; this summer by Albert Camus, and for some reason, really enjoyed reading it.  actually, here is maybe why: it was short and the writing was thoughtful and personal, to me.  I was intrigued by the protagonist's core of apathy and 'aimless inertia' towards his life circumstances.(i stole that 'aimless inertia' phrase from a commentary I read about the book! take that!) All in all, the story was both depressing and inspiring - as it reminded me of the human need for hope and something more than just what's in the world. namely - the need for God.&lt;br /&gt;Several verses in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt;, God-breathed (author), have been sticking with me lately too.  I sometimes read my bible indoors, outdoors, in a car. I also don't read it nearly as much as I should and could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i'll be writing for now.  I want to blog with a picture soon. so, perhaps, i'll prepare for that in the next post.  Also, can't believe that Christmas day is in two weeks!! woo hoo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2053327007081244735?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2053327007081244735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2053327007081244735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2053327007081244735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/attempting.html' title='attempting'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-3680446376780209884</id><published>2009-12-04T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:36:18.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it funny...</title><content type='html'>that when your eyes are so tired it feels like something is pushing up from underneath them and everything is seen in this sort of thoughtless haze. .. words mesh into each other.&lt;br /&gt;That's when you might have to nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-3680446376780209884?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/3680446376780209884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/isnt-it-funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3680446376780209884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/3680446376780209884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/12/isnt-it-funny.html' title='isn&apos;t it funny...'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4987705375412887031</id><published>2009-11-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:14:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>we have a new cat. well, technically, my roomate amy has a new cat. it's a stray. from next door. I remember her litter from sometime last year.. hm. at this very moment, I'm watching her sleep on the sofa. which is what she's done for the majority of her first day with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly her fur is quite soft, but i've realized i'm not the biggest animal person - although i'm growing warm toward the idea of our own pet. or at least want myself to. when i was growing up we always had pets in the house. i remember when i was maybe five - we had like 7 hamsters at once. and they always died in clumps. and then we'd just get more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had two guinia pigs. (how in the world do you spell?) their names became - poopsie and apple blossom. you could never say "apple blossom' then 'poopsie' it was always poopsie first.. i think they're funny names, as in i laugh inside when i remember them - i wouldn't expect anyone else to think those names were funny - although i would cherrish a moment with someone else who would.. name origins: poopsie pooped on one of my sisters or me on the way home from the pet store and apple blossom had red eyes... like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had cats and dogs. lots of dogs. mostly mutts and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, again, i'm procrastinating. with homework. must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4987705375412887031?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4987705375412887031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4987705375412887031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4987705375412887031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-7217804895961717716</id><published>2009-11-26T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:35:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>yew hew.. it's thanksgiving day. THE one day to be out right thankful for everything in my life.. which i really have a whole lot to be thankful for. really. so, Thankyou. mostly to God, but really also to everyone a part of my life (and not a part of it). apart? a part? eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove to be with family today. just for the day - to columbia. i like columbia, liked living here. it's been a long time since i've visited.. It's always kind of weird being/living in greenwood and then visiting other places I've lived before - it's like I forget that there's other possibilities of the life I could be living. i get stuck living in greenwood - granted with several wonderful friends (that I wouldn't know what to do without) - so in a sense, it's not really 'stuck' but just.... i don't know.. I guess it's that balance between being content in any and every situation and - at the same time - pursueing goals, interests, adventure. .... And also, it's not always about the place I live. or my particular situation. ... its about attitude,  interactions with others, caring, loving, and so on. : )&lt;br /&gt;wow, all these words. Finally, God is very good. gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-7217804895961717716?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7217804895961717716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/7217804895961717716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/7217804895961717716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='happy thanksgiving'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-9091630630053444586</id><published>2009-11-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:40:42.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin con eine dent</title><content type='html'>So, this may be the first pumpkin i've ever carved using actual tools - specific to pumpkin carving.  woop woop. :/. it was supposed to have two teeth, but the right one broke off while i was trying to pry out the rest of the mouth.. next time i want to carve something more interesting than a jolly face. I was told it looks scary. which, yea, i guess it does, or is supposed to (haha, right.) , or whatever... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/Su-E-VGVfLI/AAAAAAAAADI/Asev-Tk5Ddg/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399680684590988466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/Su-E-VGVfLI/AAAAAAAAADI/Asev-Tk5Ddg/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, i need to be working on my student teaching portfolio.  shame. shame on everything that distracts.- which is pretty much anything at this point.. ho hum.and a bottle of "hoping to find some motivation?" eh. bah ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-9091630630053444586?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/9091630630053444586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-con-eine-dent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/9091630630053444586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/9091630630053444586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-con-eine-dent.html' title='pumpkin con eine dent'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/Su-E-VGVfLI/AAAAAAAAADI/Asev-Tk5Ddg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-7420513332111116537</id><published>2009-10-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:54:08.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine ally</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for a 3-ish day weekend and can't imagine there being an additional school day each week - the blessed fri-day.  really. it's alittle strange..&lt;br /&gt;So, today marks my completion of full-time all day student teaching.  Granted, I still have 3 weeks left, but no longer will i be in charge of 20 children at once for the whole day of school.  The past four weeks have been wearing, but good.  I've definately learned things: what to do, what not to do, strategies that help me manage the children, stategies that don't help me manage them.... bah. the management stresses me out sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;This week wendy came to our classroom and talked with the children about Mexico.  it was really fun. and exciting for me - both to show her what my life is like at school and to let the children meet and interact with her.  She's really great with kids. aka. will be an excellent mother one day....among many other things.. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other regards, the women's retreat through church is this weekend. in the mountains. i'm sure it will be beautiful  - the changing leaves and rest. in particular - no work on saturday!. ra ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i've been missing my family more lately.  I think cause they've been all together without me for several weeks now..i guess in about  a month i'll get to see them. beth probably soonerrrrrr. right.?.&lt;br /&gt;well i have to go to work. hmmmmmmmm. coffee sounds helpful at the moment. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k- what movie is this from: "give me the down low." "low down." "no doubt."   ... :) - good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-7420513332111116537?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7420513332111116537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-ally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/7420513332111116537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/7420513332111116537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-ally.html' title='Fine ally'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2558034662468735593</id><published>2009-09-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:58:45.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creamery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsQU_pI4inI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqEYhE1xgyE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454137849383538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsQU_pI4inI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqEYhE1xgyE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Happy Cow for the first time today.  It was a pleasant drive along highway 25. Here's a photo of some friendly cows. I imagine they are conversing about the beautiful weather and the lovely tree shadow lying next to them.  Perhaps, as Geraldine reclines comfortably next to Betty, she wonders how she will muster out the grass blade stuck between her back teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, while at the creamery, I had a sneak in the milking room.  It was pretty interesting.  The cows are milked twice a day; first in the morning at five and then in the evening - around 430.  I was lucky enough to see the process.  I must say though - I did feel slightly awkward when the milk doctor made some joke about the cow's teat... eeeeeeee. I know: I need to be more grownup about these things. but. um... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was sortof the eventful - different than the norm - part of my day today.  It was mostly fun going without anyone. sometimes these individual adventures are the most exciting... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2558034662468735593?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2558034662468735593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/creamery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2558034662468735593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2558034662468735593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/creamery.html' title='creamery'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsQU_pI4inI/AAAAAAAAADA/OqEYhE1xgyE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-1250382377006521527</id><published>2009-09-29T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:21:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsLcVkzB6pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/a1PLmhdqUrE/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387110367501609618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsLcVkzB6pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/a1PLmhdqUrE/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a chill today; it was both wonderful and foreboding. The thought of hoodies and not being sticky in the heat makes me happy. On the other hand, being forever cold... does nothing.. for my palate. I've always found it interesting how in the summer, I forget that it becomes miserable to go outside in the cold. and vice versa - how in the winter, i forget the unbearable heat and discomfort of those hot, summer days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yikes. Bikes." Guess what movie that line is from? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-1250382377006521527?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1250382377006521527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/chilly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/1250382377006521527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/1250382377006521527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/chilly.html' title='chilly'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SsLcVkzB6pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/a1PLmhdqUrE/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2330200481518766687</id><published>2009-09-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:43:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spelled endevour wrong. endeavor. endeavour.  help. other words too.  guten nacht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2330200481518766687?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2330200481518766687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-spelled-endevour-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2330200481518766687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2330200481518766687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-spelled-endevour-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-8367965739093525878</id><published>2009-09-13T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:38:12.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new it</title><content type='html'>HA. it's a new week and already going to bed later than I should.. it is the same battle i choose not to fight but always find that I really really should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the peace of God...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous about this week. I have both an assignment due - that, thankfully, I've been working on - and my supervisor from Lander is also making a  visit to my class - on wednesday.  It makes me squirm cause I feel so unsure about managing a large group of children, particularly under the judgemental eye of the women who tells me that i can graduate or not.  I can't think like that. it's too extreme. Anyway, I just hope it goes well. experience, experience, experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not spoken with any members of my family in what seems like ages. oh mom and pop.  maybe they should be told about this blogging endevour... :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-8367965739093525878?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8367965739093525878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8367965739093525878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/8367965739093525878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-it.html' title='new it'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-4781386039025495454</id><published>2009-09-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:40:15.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>labor day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SqSwuV-4FnI/AAAAAAAAACw/AeoCKzu99Eo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378618165208553074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SqSwuV-4FnI/AAAAAAAAACw/AeoCKzu99Eo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These might be little tree nuts.  My nephew, Eli, likes to collect things from the yard, particularly bugs.  he's going to be very knowledgeable as an adult - always asking questions and retaining facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, thank God for labor day. a day off - to not really have to do anythingggg.: ). It's been awhile since i've had a day like that - completely free of any impending obligation. i don't really know if impending would be the right word to put there. it sounded suitable. smart. it might be revealing otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel mostly positive about my student teaching experience so far. the children really are wonderful, even if sometimes i don't know how to respond to 'misbehavior' and such. It makes a big difference if i've slept enough, as well. oh my goodness, i can't seem to go to bed before 1130. which is not only ridiculous but is also going to kill me when full time teaching begins.  For the month of october, I'll be teaching this 'full - time' business.  i'm nervous, i will not lie.   One thing I will be is: confident. I think if you say enough times, "I am confident," it just magically happens. and everything will be fine, forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i've decided to not let stupid things annoy me to the point of pointless reaction. and to not be jealous about things i can't change - more specifically about personal characteristics I don't have, but then see in someone else.  that's always been this reoccuring plague in my life.  it ends tonight. :/. or some day soon. with the help of God.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final interesting fact: (you'll be blown away): i read today - in an article from nationalgeographic.com - that the tongue of  a great blue whale weighs more than an .... ELEPHANT.  whhhaaaaa. imagine being licked by a whole elephant..you might die. and by 'might,' i mean you would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4781386039025495454?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4781386039025495454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4781386039025495454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4781386039025495454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='labor day'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SqSwuV-4FnI/AAAAAAAAACw/AeoCKzu99Eo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-2444302076403647098</id><published>2009-08-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:06:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote, unquote</title><content type='html'>mmm. so it's august now.. summer is closing. for me.. i start the process of student teaching - whatever that may be - in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (later on this morning) my good roomate, amy, and I are driving up to chicago for a few days and then on to ohio - to stay with my parents for the rest of the week.. I'm really excited. to get away. to travel a bit. to remember there's a lot more out there. "out there." yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take more pictures of things.this is something I might do on this mini-vacation. we'll see... it's usually "we'll see." hahah. quote unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late.... the other night i was hanging out with friends - we were playing card games. and, yea, it was fun, but i really didn't like myself that evening - i felt sort of obnoxious. do you ever step outside your body and watch yourself be, just be - in several foreign, unflattering moments? that's how it was. normally, i'm fine with who I am, but once in awhile, i become this person that i wish would recoil back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don' t know. mummbling needs to go. :). anyway,  i need to sleep... bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2444302076403647098?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2444302076403647098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-unquote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2444302076403647098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2444302076403647098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-unquote.html' title='quote, unquote'/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-9165464894166406065</id><published>2009-07-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:05:22.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SlEsDqjDcII/AAAAAAAAABo/7JfH4kcVzZ4/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355109873392775298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SlEsDqjDcII/AAAAAAAAABo/7JfH4kcVzZ4/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headless mermaid. raving lunatic. bah.&lt;br /&gt;i get so frustrated sometimes with the way things are. the reality of how things appear. the appearance of whats real.. what really is reality? isn't it mostly based on perspective, is there some sort of equation. .psychological mumbojumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or why do people make things up in their heads - of how things are or could be.and then its like they're stuck thinking that something untrue is truth...or stuck hoping that what isn't there will be there one day.. i don't know. it's not wrong to hope for things - but i guess thats sort of a different kind of hope.  'realistic hope' ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its a goal to love people this week. care for people. in a sisterly brotherly sort of way. It's hard for me to give my time to people, especially when i'm ansy to do something in particular or need to get something done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont 'know. i'm gonna go for a run, listen to music.. its very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-9165464894166406065?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/9165464894166406065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/07/headless-mermaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/9165464894166406065'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>tender is a funny word.. haha. i think more people should use it. use it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-2336646855369781524?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2336646855369781524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/06/tender-is-funny-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2336646855369781524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/2336646855369781524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/06/tender-is-funny-word.html' title=''/><author><name>abbyruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13214975422414810253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkbiyTeoTAI/AAAAAAAAABI/2FvRqgV4RuI/S220/009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325742951394641635.post-186039036041824961</id><published>2009-06-29T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:10:02.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moon dae</title><content type='html'>summer is too hot..for a car with no air con....ditioning.. oh, the philippines...bah ha.&lt;br /&gt;what i would give for a greeeeen mango shake... i do not know. its a tender wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started  class for the full second summer session today. am feeling slightly stressed out with having so much school this summer and less time for work.. i guess, I realize its just this time of my life or whatever.. maybe it's also a part of learning to trust in God's provision - or realizing he's the one that provides for everything anyway..&lt;br /&gt;wow, i need to be more aware and thankful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-186039036041824961?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/186039036041824961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/06/moon-dae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/186039036041824961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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when the list is longer...? :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i gave blood today.. in a blood connection bus. they parked behind work. actually, i was still on the clock while i gave blood. so i sort of got paid for doing it..harhar. quite a treat.  my blood pressure is 102/66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. my good friend anna has called. i'm going to the park. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-6306030711025913781?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6306030711025913781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkLmD6n8GKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UYzE_awaVhU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351092262220339362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkLmD6n8GKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UYzE_awaVhU/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a red orange tea kettle. this is how i'd be. bright like a tomato. i wish i liked tea abit more.. isn't it true that the tea drinker is better off than the ones who drink coffee so much.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's impossible to focus on schoolwork in the summer... or anytime. i'm so ready to be done with it. this upcoming fall i'll be student teaching in a Montessori classroom - which 1) i'm looking forward to, but at the same time 2)dreading and afraid of... it's a lot of work . alot of lesson plans.. the boringish stuff that takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my sister, sarah, had a baby tonight!!. a baby boy. i'm sure he's strong...and lovely. cannot wait to meet himmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-4871297026289087605?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4871297026289087605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4871297026289087605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7325742951394641635/posts/default/4871297026289087605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkJcEvwwyNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/x3ZW6j737aI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuzzy Owl.. she holds things like yogurt mixed with orange juice, water, and coffee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoot.hooooooot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7325742951394641635-1442596043710352499?l=abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abigailruthpotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1442596043710352499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350326767874795506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8i5ZEG31HbE/SkAt2R9w5_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/l8-5iRM7TxI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, this is alittle odd - making a blog. but, whatever. thats fine...... yes. yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been feeling out of sorts the past few days. . ansy to move around. the house i live in has a lot of bugs. and its okay - i just feel dirty when guests come over. they have this social expectation for me to kill the bugs or do something, when normally i don't pay that much attention to the critters. little bitties. bug a roos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go finish a paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This design is made with Montessori sensorial materials.. the pink tower and the red rods.. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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