<?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-4196698284001959402</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:49:43.592-06:00</updated><category term='therapy'/><category term='cheer'/><category term='plans'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='tv'/><category term='cinco de mayo'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Give It A Shot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-853484259296395243</id><published>2011-03-14T07:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:14:49.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Sense of Humor and Chazown</title><content type='html'>I know, another post on the same day, but it has been quite a while since I have updated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting in January I have been working on 4 different Bible reading plans/devotions. I have completed one of them! Also in January I did the Daniel Fast for 15 days. I have never felt closer to God other than in worship. I think God is honoring that commitment because he is doing some amazing things in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life group starting going through a study called Chazown to discover God's purpose for your life. The first thing we did was basically create a timeline of your life. Then, by looking at your history, discovering any themes or life lessons that God was trying to tell you. For me, I saw over and over again that not only has God saved me called me out of generational sins that have been passed down my family, but He alone has been so so faithful to me no matter how I've treated Him.   The second lesson was writing down your core values and spiritual gifts.  I discovered that my core values and spiritual gifts were all relational - meaning that I value people and my gifts are all about serving people.  Within these three things, God revealed His purpose for my life. My mission statement: "To serve God's people through generosity and hospitality and to use relationships to draw others closer to Him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within two weeks of doing this, God gave me the opportunity to give 2 times and to open our home to a couple. He has such a sense of humor. Then on Saturday, I emailed one of the Kids Ministry leaders at church and told her that I had a bad attitude about the 2 year old class at church and if ever needed I would be willing to serve in that class one more time to give it a chance (I typically serve with the 1, 3, or 4 year olds...never 2!). Well, Saturday night I was trying to drop Connor off and one of his teacher never showed up. Guess who got to serve the 2 year olds that night! Very funny, Lord! Sunday I went back to church and heard a message that fit right in to how God is moving in my life. The message is titled "Who Do You Think You Are - Disciple." I'll link the message here because it is amazing! http://www.lifechurch.tv/watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are working on the next part of Chazown - lining up your life with your Chazown. We are looking at the 5 main areas of life - relationship with God, relationship with people, finances, physical life, and work life. Chazown suggest working on only 1 or 2 areas at a time so you are not overwhelmed. I feel like I have been working on the God area since January, but there is only one thing I lack and that is finding a woman to be my mentor. I have a woman in mind, but am nervous to ask her because I feel like she might be too busy. Prayers please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as that is done, I think I am going to focus on a little bit of everything (I know, totally disregarding the Chazown advice). I am working on my marriage - don't worry, we are doing well, we just know we can grow even closer! I also want to work on getting out of debt by December, working out 3 times a week and eating better (I have discovered I am a stress eater) and finding a job that I can serve God in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I have set some goals before me that I am nervous I can't achieve and without You I can't. I pray that your spirit guide me and be with me and help me to achieve all that You have called me to achieve. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-853484259296395243?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/853484259296395243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=853484259296395243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/853484259296395243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/853484259296395243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/gods-sense-of-humor-and-chazown.html' title='God&apos;s Sense of Humor and Chazown'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6220211622867144154</id><published>2011-03-14T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:55:39.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Today begins the first day of Spring Break. I haven't blogged in awhile, partially due to busyness and partially because I have just plain forgotten. The first two weeks of February we were off school because of a blizzard.  During those two weeks I did an awesome job of keeping the house clean, cooking dinner, and doing my school work. Mostly because I was trapped inside my house and couldn't go anywhere. However, during this time I had a really hard time keeping up with my daily time with God because I was with Connor 24/7. And for some reason, if I don't get it done first thing in the morning I have the hardest time getting it done, even when I have time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went back to school. The weather has been alternating between nice and cold so it is messing with my body. On top of that, I started a new course and life has just gotten busy. I acknowledged to Joe that I am not the kind of girl that is cut out to be gone all day at work and then make plans in the evenings and still retain my sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life group is going through a study called Chazown. It is about discovering God's purpose for you life and it has been truly enlightening. I feel like 2011 is the year that God is saying, "Rachel...WAKE UP! I have plans for you!" Between the fast at the beginning of the year, trying to keep the house up and cook more to be healthy/save money, finish school, be a better mom and wife and serve God the way he intended, I feel like I have this huge unattainable goal set before me. I keep telling myself that school will soon be finished (I graduate in June!), summer will be here, and I have the choice to not schedule things on weeknights. Some friendships may suffer, but my family will thrive and that is more important. My Pastor always says that sometimes you have to say no to good things in order to say yes to the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this rambling on has a point - though sometimes I fall short, I feel such a hope and a calling at this time in my life and I know God has me in his hands. I am so thankful to be doing life with Him who loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, guide me and hold me. Let your light guide my way. Help me to focus on You and Your will rather than the obstacles I see before me. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6220211622867144154?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6220211622867144154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6220211622867144154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6220211622867144154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6220211622867144154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1498687298267943282</id><published>2011-02-02T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:13:24.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on His Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(75, 75, 75); font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="verse Luke_11_9" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; "&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="wordsofchrist" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(204, 9, 9); "&gt;“And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse Luke_11_10" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.3em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); cursor: pointer; "&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="wordsofchrist" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(204, 9, 9); "&gt;For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(75, 75, 75); font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="verse Luke_11_10" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.3em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="wordsofchrist" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(204, 9, 9); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I have one prayer that I have been praying over and over again since January 3, 2011. I have fasted for this, prayed, begged, and pleaded. When I read this scripture today it reassured me that I should continue pestering God to answer my deepest desire. This came right after Jesus said that persistence gets answers. I love that the Bible tells me to be annoyingly persistent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Yesterday I did a pretty good job of cleaning and doing school work and being a mom. Today, I am struggling. It is a little past noon and I have done nothing but my quiet time. I need to do more homework, clean, and EXERCISE! Joe and I had our monthly weigh in yesterday and of course the whole of the week before I had been 3 pounds down, but yesterday I was only one pound down due to terrible eating on Monday. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Lord, you know my prayer. I am going to keep asking until I receive my heart's desire. I believe your word and it says that you will answer if I continue to knock. We love you and we love all the things you stand for. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1498687298267943282?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1498687298267943282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1498687298267943282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1498687298267943282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1498687298267943282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/02/standing-on-his-word.html' title='Standing on His Word'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7580269958887769989</id><published>2011-01-28T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:20:03.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I had to go to another middle school during the morning for a training. It was a great training and I learned a lot, but then it made Thursday seem like a very long day in the classroom. And then today the kiddos were sooooo hyper due to the beautiful weather. Needless to day, I am wiped...but I'm not complaining about it because I have the amazing weekend to recoup!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Joe and I are having dinner with the newest couple in our life group. We are really excited to get to know them. Plus we get to eat really yummy food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have nothing important to report this week. Connor told me no yesterday and the way he did it was so stinking cute I didn't even get him in trouble! I just told him he couldn't watch Barney until he said please, which was why he was telling me no in the first place. For some reason the word please was poison yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addi came over last night and begged to get in the tub when I was giving C a bath, so in she went. They had a great time splashing each other. Joe and I have gotten a little more relaxed on Connor's bed time for special circumstances, and Addi is definitely one of them! He stayed up and they wore Joe and I out from 6:45-8:45! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thank you for orchestrating a day of rest! You know we need it, and I want to live wisely just like you! Thanks for giving me motivation to be productive this weekend and help me to be the mom and wife you have called me to be! Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7580269958887769989?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7580269958887769989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7580269958887769989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7580269958887769989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7580269958887769989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2918733868145954150</id><published>2011-01-24T20:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:38:40.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Not Complaining. Nope. Not Me!</title><content type='html'>This morning I thanked God that I am alive. A stuffy nose will not keep me from rejoicing that I have my general health. Then, in fifth hour, I emailed Joe and told him that I am thankful to have a job when so many don't, and I am thankful that God thought highly enough of me to put me in a location with a lot of what I like to call "lovelies." I have been praying that as I speak these words of thanks, my heart will truly align with Christ's heart and that those thoughts will truly be my thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe joined a basketball league and they play every Monday. Connor and I were supposed to go and watch tonight, but Connor has been coughing and snotty since Saturday and last night I came down with it, so we decided we would stay home so we could both go to bed on time. So, he and I went on a Mommy-Connor date. And of course, just because I love him, I took him to get pizza. Now, Joe and I are on a budget and unplanned eat outs are under the category of allowance, so I had to choose a pizza place that C and I could both eat at for under $10 - it was all I had left from my last allowance. We went to Pizza Hut. And I had to rejoice for the time with my son because I usually do not rejoice over pizza from that location. I also had to rejoice that I had enough money to take my son out to eat. Phew, this not-complaining thing is quite difficult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After C went to bed, I was able to do some cleaning (thanks FlyLady!) and some homework. Only 19.5 weeks until I graduate with my Master's degree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, continue this work in my heart and I choose not to complain, but instead to rejoice each and every day. This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:34.  Thank you for your healing hand, and thank you for leading me to a place where I can grow each and every week in the company of your children. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2918733868145954150?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2918733868145954150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2918733868145954150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2918733868145954150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2918733868145954150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-not-complaining-nope-not-me.html' title='Still Not Complaining. Nope. Not Me!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7714510859786493874</id><published>2011-01-23T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:15:05.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not complaining...</title><content type='html'>Since I'm not allowed to complain, I'm going to rejoice that all I'm dealing with is a scratchy sore throat and a stuffy nose, keeping in mind that there are people out there suffering from painful diseases and such.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also not going to complain about not being able to sleep, but instead rejoice in the fact that I have a roof over my head, a nice warm bed, and a computer to entertain me while I try to get sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, be with all of those who are suffering with pain or illness right now. Bring amazing, supernatural healing to their lives and reveal your goodness. Be with the congresswoman who was shot and all those who are trying to beat cancer. Be with all the little babies who are fighting for their lives today. Help my heart to align with yours and remember that your ways are better than mine. Oh, and Lord, heal my nose and throat before work tomorrow! Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7714510859786493874?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7714510859786493874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7714510859786493874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7714510859786493874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7714510859786493874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-complaining.html' title='Not complaining...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-222081666112773464</id><published>2011-01-22T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:02:58.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit...Complaining</title><content type='html'>So the message at church tonight was God pointing out yet another log in my eye - not that I didn't already know about this log. Sometime during college I turned in to a complainer, but it got really bad after I started teaching. So, my goal now is to adjust my heart to line up with God's so that I may rejoice in Him. I must remind myself that I am blessed to have a roof over my head, food in my belly, a car that works, a husband who loves me, a son who is healthy, and friends and family that care about me. I am actually beyond blessed. Now to remember that when an eleven year old is disrespecting me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted the other day that I was supposed to begin exercising. Yeah, I was supposed to do it Tuesday (didn't because it was Connor's birthday), was supposed to do it Thursday (didn't because I had a headache), and I was supposed to do it today (didn't because I was a lazy bum!). Like I said before, this is an area where I heavily need motivation and accountability. I'm really excited that Joe joined a basketball league, but I guess now I need to find a dance class of some sort that I can be held accountable to attending. My worst problem is that the thought of adding yet one more thing to my plate feels very overwhelming to me, so I talk myself out of it. I really want to just work out at home, but that is where I lack accountability and motivation. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to rejoice in my 2 year old instead of complaining about his curiosity and adventurous nature. Give me the motivation I need to exercise. And most of all, give me the passion to seek Your face instead of Your hand so that I may become more like Christ. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-222081666112773464?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/222081666112773464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=222081666112773464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/222081666112773464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/222081666112773464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-quitcomplaining.html' title='I Quit...Complaining'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5338129728187778436</id><published>2011-01-20T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:50:03.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Ending</title><content type='html'>Joe and I prayerfully decided to end our fast on Tuesday.  It was Connor's birthday and we promised to take him out for pizza before we decided to do the fast. The first week of it, I thought I would be strong enough to let him eat pizza while I ate a salad, but by Sunday of this week, we knew that wasn't going to happen. We thanked God for answering our prayers in just two short weeks and asked Him to help us continue our time with Him every morning and to still pray earnestly for the things on our hearts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say that I LOVED my husband initiating prayer with me! That was amazing! We also decided that just because we were not doing the Daniel Fast any longer, did not mean we would delve back in to our old ways of eating. I am trying very hard to still plan healthier meals for dinner, as well as be careful what I take with me for breakfast and lunch every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also fell down in other areas this week. It was just an unusual week for us. Monday Joe had a basketball game and did not get home until about 10, so I was up much later than should be.  Then on Tuesday was Connor's birthday and we watched a friend's little girl, so I didn't get much house cleaning done and I worked on my homework later than usual, so once again, I stayed up later than I should have. And then of course last night, Wednesday, my paper was due by midnight so I was up until 10 finishing it.  It was not the greatest paper I have ever written, but I did the best I could under exhaustion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since God blessed me with a snow day today, I am going to take advantage of the time off. I have already done a load of laundry, loaded the dishwasher, and picked up a little around the house and it isn't even 8 am yet! I want to make sure I exercise today as well. Now that I am not fasting, I am planning to exercise 4 days a week. This area I will need much prayer and accountability in - I love exercising once I get started, but getting myself started always seems to be very difficult for me.  I also plan on taking a nap when Connor does to try and catch up on my sleep - since he decided to wake up at 5 am yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to keep my motivation up today so that I can accomplish all of the goals set before me.  I also lift up those I know who may not have enough heat on this very cold snow day - especially my students. Send someone to provide for them whatever they are lacking. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5338129728187778436?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5338129728187778436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5338129728187778436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5338129728187778436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5338129728187778436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/early-ending.html' title='Early Ending'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2769415934498910262</id><published>2011-01-14T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:29:36.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Downhill From Here</title><content type='html'>Joe and I are so excited that we are on the downhill slide to this fast! After today we only have 9 days left!!! Breakfast and lunch weren't anything new today, but dinner was very exciting! I made homemade basil pesto sauce and we had it on top of whole wheat spaghetti. For my first attempt at pesto - without cheese - I thought it was quite tasty. Joe even managed to scarf down several bites. He ended up making a bowl of spaghetti noodles with olive oil and garlic salt, which was also quite tasty. Connor wouldn't even try the noodles with the pesto. If its greet he won't even try it. SO ANNOYING!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to other things. Tomorrow is Connor's birthday party. I'm really excited because last year we just had our family over at different times. This is his first year to have an actual party with his friends. I can't wait to take pictures! I hope next year he is a little bit opinionated on his theme though because I seriously struggled with choosing something this year. Oh well. It should be fun no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we are having guests tonight, Fly Lady is out the window. It won't be a 15 minutes touch up and a clean sink. We are going to have to CLEAN THIS HOUSE. It seems like it wouldn't be so dirty since I have been working on it all week, but with a two year old in the house nothing stays clean for longer than 2 hours - and that's only because he's napping! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe and I have agreed to try an 8 o'clock bedtime with Connor. Last night he went to bed at 8:30 because we were out and slept in until 6. I'm hoping that if we put him to bed an hour later on a regular basis maybe he will start sleeping until 6 or later. It is very difficult to have quiet times on weekday mornings and to be able to sleep in on the weekends when your kid is constantly up at 5:30 each morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Lord, you know what my heart's desire is for tomorrow evening. I've been praying all week and I believe that tomorrow you will answer my prayers. Thank you for the blessing of friends and family that we will get to see tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me through another week and putting me one week closer to You and to the goals I have set. Lord, I also pray for anybody reading this that they will find accountability through my choices and that they will hold me to high standards. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2769415934498910262?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2769415934498910262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2769415934498910262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2769415934498910262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2769415934498910262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/downhill-from-here.html' title='Downhill From Here'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5408522830405000886</id><published>2011-01-13T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:46:54.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Connor woke us up at 5:30 again this morning. Not the way I wanted to start my day, but it got me to my faculty meeting on time!  The food updates are getting really boring for me because I am at the point in the fast where I feel like I am eating the same things over and over again. Smoothie for breakfast and granola bar for snack.  I guess lunch was a little different - last night I made some northern dip and ate some of that with triscuits and corn chips.  I also had a little bit of leftover salsa to dip! On top of that, I ate some peas and a pickle! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner tonight was very interesting. It was Great Dates night at church, so Joe and I decided to eat at McAlister's Deli.  We each got a baked potato and ate it with nothing but salt, so kind of boring. I also ordered a Greek salad and I am 99% sure they forgot to put the dressing on it so it was also very boring. When you don't have good food to eat, dates go by very quickly. However, we had some great relationship-building conversation in the car without Connor screaming, "Mom, Mom, Mommy, MOMMY!!!!!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I knew we were going on the date tonight, I decided to clean a bit when I got home from school. I got my sink cleared out and ran a load of dishes, plus hung my and Connor's clothes up.  I meant to also do a 15 minute pick up, but I did my class assignment instead. Cleaning can wait until tomorrow I suppose. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has only been two weeks since the new year started, but I will say I am quite proud of myself for sticking out all of the goals I have been working on.  I know there are more areas I need to be working on, but I'm taking on just a few new things at a time so as not to get overwhelmed.  However, this morning God really pointed out the "log" in my own eye as I read today's scripture. In James 1:19 it told me to be quick to listen and slow to anger. As I was letting that sink in and thinking about how I do the complete opposite, I then read verse 26 which tells me to watch what I say. Ugh! Ok Lord, I get that through this fast I am supposed to be learning and growing, but those are HARD!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old prayer I came across awhile ago: Lord, help me to be kind and sweet, help me to think before I speak. Help me to realize each day I represent you in every way - what I say and what I do, where I go and what I read to. So help me please dear Lord I pray to keep these things in mind each day. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5408522830405000886?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5408522830405000886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5408522830405000886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5408522830405000886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5408522830405000886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1271370532387170747</id><published>2011-01-11T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:03:21.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Sunk In</title><content type='html'>I have figured out now why the Daniel Fast is such a struggle. After 9 days, I am very bored of the same foods over and over and it is a struggle every time I am offered a cookie, or punch, or fast food. Even just watching someone sprinkle cheese on a taco is difficult!  So today's breakfast was a homemade granola bar and some grape juice. I'm ready for more smoothies, but the bananas we bought were pretty green and we have been waiting for them to turn yellow aka ripen. The apple I brought for snack yesterday ended up being very bruised and gross looking, so it got tossed in the trash. Even more boring for my day was lunch - leftover bean and rice casserole...again. Dinner was actually one of my favorites tonight. I made stir fry. It had cabbage, zucchini, carrots, and onion cooked in some olive oil and then heated with a little bit of soy sauce. Soy sauce is controversial on this fast, but the stir fry definitely needed some moisture so I don't feel bad about it. Especially since I passed on the free cookies at school tonight!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I am extremely exhausted tonight and it is only Tuesday. I'm very worried that teaching is just not conducive to ever having any energy except on long breaks. I'm sitting here, after working until 7:30, debating whether to go to bed early again tonight or to get my butt up and do some house work. I know what Joe's vote would be, but I also know if I got up to clean exactly who's butt would still be on the couch! Connor is also still up, for some reason not wanting to go to bed tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night should be both exciting and stressful. I have my meeting with the reunion planning committee for our very first reunion, along with my project that is due this week for my Master's. And, I have an afternoon free from students! I have to go to a training for a program we are doing at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, once again, give me the energy I need to get through this busy, tiring season. Help Connor get the rest he needs and help Joe and I work together to get our house in order. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1271370532387170747?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1271370532387170747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1271370532387170747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1271370532387170747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1271370532387170747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-has-sunk-in.html' title='It Has Sunk In'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6260261085810335352</id><published>2011-01-10T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:50:48.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2, Day 1</title><content type='html'>Food Update: Breakfast was more of the homemade granola bars - yum! I took an apple to work for a snack, but I was so swamped I didn't even have time to eat it. I guess it will be there for me tomorrow. For lunch I had leftover bean and rice casserole. For dinner tonight I made stuffed bell peppers and salad with homemade Italian dressing. I would say that the bell peppers will be something I will try again when I can have meat and cheese. I stuffed them with brown rice, tomatoes, tomato sauce, garlic, basil, oregano, and chopped onion. It was okay, but not terrific. I also think I could have cooked them a bit longer to soften the peppers more. The Italian dressing was ok, but I kept comparing it to Olive Garden and it just didn't measure up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To anyone who thinks school teachers are just glorified baby-sitters, I would like for you to come teach for a week. It is only Monday and I am exhausted! Part of that did have to do with the fact that it snowed last night night and the kids were extremely hyper. I had to cover for another teacher on my plan time today and I am very behind on grading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have to ask myself what to do with the rest of my evening. What I SHOULD do is some homework for my graduate class, dishes, and something else from my flylady website, but what I WANT to do is sit on my butt and watch TV and relax. Maybe I will find a good mix in between. But first things first, I must put Connor to bed! He also wears me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, give me the energy I need to be a good wife and a good mother tonight. I desperately need all that You have for me tonight. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6260261085810335352?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6260261085810335352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6260261085810335352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6260261085810335352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6260261085810335352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-2-day-1.html' title='Week 2, Day 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1617112639469062059</id><published>2011-01-09T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:18:14.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down, Two to Go!</title><content type='html'>Today ended up being a little bit of a cheat day food-wise. For breakfast I made a homemade granola. The recipe called for sugar-free peanut butter and that is when I realized that all week I have been eating peanut butter with sugar in it. Oops. The recipe also called for honey, which is controversial in the Daniel fast. Some people feel you should deny your self any kind of sweet (including agave nectar and honey) and others say it is natural and just fine. Then, for dinner, we ended up buying a 100% natural spaghetti sauce from Prego, but it also contained sugar. Before this fast I never realized how much sugar I consume on accident. Today was our LifeGroup and luckily the husband whose house it was is also doing the fast, so I had access to some delicious Taboulih, corn chips, and Triscuits. Yum! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a good girl today and washed 2 loads of laundry and a load of dishes. Then Connor and I snuggled up in bed and took a 3 hour nap. We needed it after all these 5:30 wake ups he's been doing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I am beginning to work through a participation guide called Chazown. My Lifegroup is doing it together. I'm very excited about it. I have already gone through the Chazown book twice and every time I am amazed at how much I have grown and changed since the last time I did it. I am hoping that through this experience God will show me the direction he has for my life as soon as I finish my schooling...or even before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although tomorrow may be a snow day, I am going to bed early so that even if I stay home I can be energized to spend the day with my almost 2 year old (prayers for me please!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, open my eyes through my time with you each morning and through my time with you in the Chazown experience. Guide my feet, my heart, my thoughts, and my hands each and every day. Please be with me and my family this week as we have several things planned, but still want to spend time together. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1617112639469062059?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1617112639469062059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1617112639469062059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1617112639469062059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1617112639469062059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-week-down-two-to-go.html' title='One week down, Two to Go!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8726815177369107262</id><published>2011-01-08T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:48:36.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Day is it?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the fast officially got hard today because the meals I chose did not pan out. When that used to happen, we would just order a pizza or run up to Wendy's or eat some junk. Now we can't do that and it is difficult! Breakfast was oatmeal with apple, cinnamon, and raisins. It was NASTY! Oatmeal definitely needs sugar to be tasty. Then, I did not plan anything for lunch, so we just kind of scrounged around and snacked on fruit, chips, and salsa.  Dinner was supposed to be a yummy vegetarian chili, but I truly suck at making chili. I've now tried 3 or 4 different recipes and I just am not good at it! So now Joe is frying up some potatoes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 6 days in to the fast and I can already tell how much I am changing. I am much more aware of God throughout my days and I feel truly humbled by God and His Word. Every time I read a scripture it shows me how I still do not live up to him and I never will, which makes me a million times more grateful that I know Christ and He CHOSE to redeem me. What an amazing gift! Who am I that He would do that for me? Like I said, it is very humbling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I read two Bible chapters that both basically said the same thing (which added to my spiritual humbling). In Isaiah 58 God pointed out that fasting is pointless if I am not feeding the hungry, loving His people, freeing the oppressed, and helping my relatives. Then, in John 13 Jesus washed his disciples' feet and told them to go out and serve others as he has served them. It boggles my mind to think that the Son of God washed the feet of the one He KNEW would betray him, but it was okay because it was all for God's glory! And it sent a message that serving is the true way to follow Christ's example. Church tonight reinforced that message. WE are the church and we are here to reach people for Christ. I don't know what Pastor Craig has been up to, but God's obviously been involved because his sermons and the worship at church have moved me to tears almost every weekend for the last several months.  God is good and something good is in store for this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I managed to "declutter" my bedroom and we took a big load of stuff to the Salvation Army. Joe was kind enough to pick up the living room and vacuum it for me. I also picked up my bedroom last night. I am going to give myself props for doing stuff and not being a lazy bum, but in all honesty, I am avoiding the kitchen. Dishes are up to date, but the rest of the kitchen is a hot mess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to find the motivation to clean my kitchen and to finish up my degree by May. You know what is in my future, you know what Joe and I praying about, and we trust you to take us where we need to go. God, you also know my heart's desire for this weekend, so I put that in your hands, too. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8726815177369107262?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8726815177369107262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8726815177369107262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8726815177369107262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8726815177369107262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-day-is-it.html' title='What Day is it?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-9100023040929233763</id><published>2011-01-07T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:45:53.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Food update: Breakfast, yet another smoothie. Peanut butter and an apple for a snack. Lunch was leftover corn and potato chowder and a clementine. Now for dinner I am in the process of making bean and rice casserole. It kind of reminds me of a vegetarian version of Western Casserole from Homemade Gourmet. I think if I ever make this again I will use the HG recipe and just omit the rice. The stuff simmering on my stove is not screaming out to "eat me."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Connor woke up at 5:30 this morning. We tried putting him to bed later last night to see if he just needs a little bit less sleep, but no, he woke up extra early. Not sure if it is because we are back in the school routine or what. Joe and I were not happy campers today. That also makes it very difficult to do our morning time with God. But, we managed to get it done and get out the door on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted on Day 1 that since I will be finishing my Master's this May I was praying about whether or not to apply for different jobs or to just keep my job and take the pay raise. Well, today I decided to apply for a job that has caught my attention for the last couple of weeks. Not to be a negative Nancy, but I do not think I will get the position because they need someone right away and I would not be available until the end of school. But, it was a step towards my goals and even though I have some anxiety about the probably rejection. I am proud of myself for the first application!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, whatever your will is for me in the next few months, I ask that you would guide my steps. You know what would be the best choice for me and my family, so I ask that you show me the direction. Be with Connor and help him to sleep in to a reasonable hour. Allow Joe and I to have the time that we desire with you. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-9100023040929233763?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9100023040929233763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=9100023040929233763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/9100023040929233763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/9100023040929233763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8903138085965388524</id><published>2011-01-06T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:48:56.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 is Done!</title><content type='html'>Food recap: smoothie and a glass of grape juice for breakfast. Blue corn chips and salsa for a snack. Leftover Greek salad and black beans for lunch. Dinner was potato corn chowder. Now, what I made can't compare to the corn chowder from Copeland's, but it is the first dinner I have made this week that Joe actually ate! I think when this fast is over I will look up a little bit more "normal" corn chowder and add it to my list of dinner ideas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I emailed my current professor to ask for a list of potential careers/jobs that my degree makes me eligible for so that I can decide if there is something out there I would like to apply for. Step one in my career goals is completed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my bestie's mom told me about a website called flylady.net. It gives you a list of things to clean every day to keep up with your housework. I had been doing really well with it until last night. After only 3 and 4 days of teaching I am so wiped I don't even want to think about getting off my butt to clean. So different from being home all day with nothing really better to do and having all the energy I need to focus on being a "housewife." I definitely need prayers for more energy and a "get-er done" attitude towards housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as health, I have lost one pound already this month, but not sure if I am counting it or not because of this fast. Once the fast is over I may (hopefully not) gain it back.  I've been having my quiet time every morning so far and God has been showing me some pretty great things. It's amazing how the same verse can have such a different impact simply because you are older, wiser, and in a totally different place in life than the last time you read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I ask that you answer my heart's desire. You know what is in my heart and I know that You alone can answer my prayer. Truly be with me as I teach/discipline Connor through this new stage that he is in. Help me to remember that he is just a little boy and needs love through all of his bad choices. :) Give me the energy I need to be the wife and mother I am called to be. Thank you for the success I have seen so far, and the success that is to come in the year ahead. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8903138085965388524?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8903138085965388524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8903138085965388524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8903138085965388524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8903138085965388524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-is-done.html' title='Day 4 is Done!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8158673051859146011</id><published>2011-01-05T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:46:32.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>So I've been dealing with a horrible pain in my shoulder since last night and I have been suffering from stomach aches since I started this fast. Not sure if it is a good ache due to detoxing or weight loss or a bad ache because I'm not eating very well or something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's breakfast was a banana, an apple, a small carton of orange juice, and a glass of grape juice. Lunch was leftover Chunky Potato Soup and leftover Greek salad. Yum-o! I think I have found two new things I may keep in my list of dinner ideas.  Dinner tonight was going to be a bean and rice casserole, but when I looked at the recipe it looked totally unappetizing. So instead, we had baked potatoes with garlic salt and black beans. Not too shabby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning has not done well today due to the facts that my shoulder is hurting and my parents stopped by on their way home and dropped off a bunch of Christmas presents. Connor got a new tent and some other fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to not lose steam and help me to drink enough water to keep my body healthy. I lift my parents up to you and ask that you be with them as they finish their travels and help Joe and I to continue to lift you up as we do this fast. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8158673051859146011?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8158673051859146011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8158673051859146011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8158673051859146011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8158673051859146011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2032986818736182477</id><published>2011-01-04T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:15:52.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Almost Done</title><content type='html'>This morning I was awoken at 5:51 am to the sound of my son playing with his Barney doll over the monitor. 14 minutes later he was in my room saying, "hi mama, EEAATT!!!!"  That made it difficult for Joe and I to put God first and have our quiet time. Any parent of a 2 year old knows that there is nothing quiet with them awake!  But, we tag teamed feeding him breakfast and managed to get it done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 of Daniel Fast is now almost done. For breakfast, another smoothie. Today's included banana, strawberries, a splash of soy milk and a splash of 100% grape juice. It kept me a little more full today. For snacks I had an apple, a mini pepper, and two tablespoons of peanut butter. Today was the first time in my life I have ever eaten peanut butter by itself! Lunch was leftover Chunky Potato Soup and it was pretty filling. As far as the fast goes, that has been the most filling thing so far. On the menu for dinner tonight is Greek salad minus the feta cheese with a homemade vinaigrette dressing. I'm very excited! The things that have been tempting me today are birthday cake offered by one of my students', gum, and the popcorn Connor is currently munching on while I sit here with nothing but a computer!  In the reading plan for the fast, Day 2 has called for some sort of sacrifice, above and beyond the fast that we are doing. I read about the cost David gave to build the temple (1 Chron 21:18-27) and he didn't want to do it if it didn't cost him something so that it would have more meaning. However, I am stumped. I can't sacrifice any food because I am already doing the fast. I can't sacrifice TV because nothing good is on and that wouldn't cost me anything. I am in the middle of my online course for my Master's, so I can't sacrifice the Internet...plus I don't know if I could actually do that one! No ideas at the moment, so I will add that to my prayer list.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, last night Joe finally got up at 9:30 (he had a caffeine headache) and this morning told me the house looked awesome and he could tell I had cleaned and picked up a bit! I know the house isn't perfect, but compared to how it was in November and all the 27 years before that, it is miraculous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only other thing I have worked on today is being more patient with my sixth graders. There is one in particular that I have just tried to ignore his goading and the other students are now asking him to be quiet...and it's working! He is annoying them more than he is annoying me! I think I would like to build a relationship with this student and maybe use it as a turning point, but he despises me so much, I think I need to wait it out a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to love my students as you do and see them through your eyes. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to sacrifice my comfort in order to grow closer to you. Be with Connor and help him grow in to the little boy you want him to be. Help Joe and I to be the parents you have called us to be. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2032986818736182477?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2032986818736182477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2032986818736182477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2032986818736182477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2032986818736182477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-almost-done.html' title='Day 2 Almost Done'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1272654592328317948</id><published>2011-01-03T19:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:08:28.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Fast Day 1</title><content type='html'>Day one isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I've been told it gets worse! For breakfast I had a smoothie with frozen berries, banana, and soy milk. It was yummy, but I was hungry by first hour! All day I snacked on celery and peanut butter, an apple, an green beans. Luckily, my school serves 100% orange juice, so I had one of those as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to pick Connor up from church I stopped at El Chico and got a pint of salsa to go with our blue corn chips. THAT is yummy! Dinner was Chunky Potato Soup. Not the best soup I've ever had (missing that yummy cream that is found in baked potato soup), but with some salt it was filling. Now I am munching on raw mini peppers to try and fill my sweet tooth. It's not really working, but at least I'm not hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two things I want to improve on tomorrow are drinking more water and getting rid of all temptation from the house! Question to any mama's who read this - how do you keep your kids filled up? I don't want to keep temptation in the house, but I don't want my almost two year old to suffer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done my cleaning for the day, but hey, its only 8! I'm getting off this computer to do that now!  Lord, help me to not be inconsistent or apathetic this year, but truly get to know who you are and what you have in store for my life. I love you and want to be more like you. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1272654592328317948?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1272654592328317948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1272654592328317948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1272654592328317948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1272654592328317948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/daniel-fast-day-1.html' title='Daniel Fast Day 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7914519901972028042</id><published>2011-01-01T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:18:55.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow - a second post!</title><content type='html'>I decided to post for a second time today because God really spoke to Joe and I at church tonight. The message was about firsts. Giving up the first part of your day to spend time with Him. So, that means I have to get up at the first alarm! I'm going to start a Bible plan (Daniel fast first, then who knows!) and pray. Giving up the first part of your week worshipping God with other believers - we already do that on a regular basis.  Giving up the first of your income each month to give to God what is already His - again, we already do that. And finally, giving up the first of your year in a fast to gain spiritual insight and to pray for something you believe strongly in. I saw on another blog that the person prayed each day for something different. I don't think I'm going to do that, but I do have some things weighing on my heart, mostly the salvation of people that I care about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to give you the first of my year and be faithful in the fast you have called me to and help me to be faithful in giving you the first of my day. In order to do this, I will have to be more disciplined in my evenings so I can go to bed and get enough rest, but you are worth it to me! Love you Lord, amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7914519901972028042?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7914519901972028042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7914519901972028042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7914519901972028042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7914519901972028042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-second-post.html' title='Wow - a second post!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2166322984880335244</id><published>2011-01-01T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:13:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me!</title><content type='html'>Joe and I just got done updating our annual Coakley Family Plan and our Life Group is going through the Chazown book next, so I hope this year has some exciting things in store for us! I read on facebook that last year a girl blogged all of her goals and updated every time she met them, so I thought I would do that as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the area of finances, Joe and I would like to begin saving up for a car. We don't have a lot of wiggle room in our budget at the moment, so we decided on $20 a month until we pay something off and can raise that higher. Now, I would actually like to down size in another area in order to save more, but am having a hard time choosing something to give up. Yikes! Prayers in that area would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Career - since I am going to finish my Master's degree in May, I feel like I need to seriously pray over what God would have me do with that in the coming school year. Should I just take the pay raise or should I be looking at moving into a different position?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor - Our main goal for Connor is to read a Bible story and pray with him on a daily basis. Joe and I also plan to pray for A LOT of patience as we enter the "terrible twos." Connor has already changed so much in the last month that I know we will need every single prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal - my personal goal is one that I have struggled with my entire life, and that is too keep my house clean enough that if someone randomly dropped by I would not be embarrassed at our living condition. Anyone who knows me well knows that will be probably my biggest struggle this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health - Health goal this year is to drop 2 pounds per month until I am at my goal weight of 120 pounds. Any accountability with my diet and exercise is most appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritually - Joe and I are going to participate in the Daniel Fast January 3-24 this year, along with many others in the church for spiritual insight. We are very nervous about it, as it completely changes the way we eat. However, we are hoping that the change will cause us to seek God instead of food for comfort and draw closer to Him as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage - In our marriage, we want to use our time wisely and participate in Great Dates, provided by our church. We trust that our church will bring up the topics that we need to address in our marriage and that we will connect over our time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I have made my goals public with the hopes that you and all others will help me to achieve them.  Thank you for giving us the opportunity to receive a new start each and every year and thank you for loving us enough to make us in to new creations. We love you and ask that you be a part of our family each and every day so that Connor will know who you are in the way he sees his mommy and daddy live. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2166322984880335244?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2166322984880335244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2166322984880335244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2166322984880335244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2166322984880335244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New Me!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5721129720707668809</id><published>2010-04-15T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:24:05.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazies</title><content type='html'>When I heard this, I just had to blog about it!  One of my students told me that last year he got in trouble and suspended for drawing a picture of his teacher dying a very painful death.  I agreed with the suspension and told him so.  Then he told me that one of his other friends did it all the time last year.  I asked who his friend was and I have that student in another class period.  Then the girl behind him piped up that she still draws similar pictures this year of the teachers she doesn't like!  I told them they all need some serious therapy...how did I get all these crazy kids this year??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect me from all the crazy kids in the world and help be a light shining into their lives so that they can become more like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5721129720707668809?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5721129720707668809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5721129720707668809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5721129720707668809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5721129720707668809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazies.html' title='The Crazies'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2980050462656582445</id><published>2010-03-11T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:36:04.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Times at...</title><content type='html'>So at school yesterday a girl got upset about something and they ended up having to handcuff her because of all the drama.  She didn't like that, so she ended up running away, with her handcuffs still on!  As she ran out the school and passed the PE teacher, he asked her what she was doing.  Her response?  "I'm cool."  Oh the stories I could tell!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2980050462656582445?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2980050462656582445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2980050462656582445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2980050462656582445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2980050462656582445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2010/03/fast-times-at.html' title='Fast Times at...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7405629417428759558</id><published>2010-01-23T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:57:01.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I am officially done with full two weeks of Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred.  I have lost 5.5 pounds!!!!  I'm not quite sure what day I have to measured for my bridesmaid dress, but I'm hoping inches are being lost as well as pounds.  Otherwise, it will all be for nothing.  Any accountability and/or encouragement is welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7405629417428759558?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7405629417428759558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7405629417428759558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7405629417428759558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7405629417428759558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2423845483743148415</id><published>2010-01-20T18:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:36:30.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagheaven.com/blog/" title="I Heart Handbag Heaven's Blog"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i840.photobucket.com/albums/zz322/bridgetaffordablestyle/blog%20buttons/ihearthhblog.jpg" border="0" alt="I Heart Handbag Heaven's Blog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2423845483743148415?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2423845483743148415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2423845483743148415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2423845483743148415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2423845483743148415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heart-handbag-heavens-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i840.photobucket.com/albums/zz322/bridgetaffordablestyle/blog%20buttons/th_ihearthhblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5959205416161133097</id><published>2009-10-10T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:25:08.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled</title><content type='html'>Been feeling very unsettled for quite awhile now.  Ever since I had Connor, life has been very different for me (as it should be), but there are some things that I know I need to get back on track with.  I need to get back into some sort of accountability/Bible study relationship, but I've been praying for a couple of months and I just don't know who the right person is at this point.  Do I need someone more spiritually mature than me to guide me, someone less spiritual that I can guide as well as grow since I would be a leader, or do I need someone on the same playing field so we can encourage each other and grow together?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also feel God's pull at my life in general.  We've had several awesome sermons over the last 4 weeks, as well as a fantastic new book we are studying in the PLG.  Both of these have opened my eyes to changes I need to make in my life in order to grow closer to God, Joe, and Connor, but I haven't changed a single thing!  I get so mad at myself, but when the time comes up to make a conscious decision to read my Bible, pray, clean the house, spend time with my family, etc, I choose to get on the computer or watch TV.  My excuse - my job wears me out so much I just cannot muster the energy to do anything.  When I do muster the energy, I pay for it the next day at work.  I realize now why God created a day of rest as well as why he intended mom's to spend their time raising children.  When I read about the Proverbs 31 woman, I have no idea how she does it all!  God must give her a supernatural energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I pray that you would continue to draw my heart closer to you.  I ask that you would help me to make good decisions and that I would have the kind of energy you know I need in order to serve both you and my family.  I ask that you would heal Connor's body so he stops spitting up.  Be with Joe's office and either restore his paychecks in a timely manner or open up a new door for him.  Help me to love my students and see them through your eyes. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5959205416161133097?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5959205416161133097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5959205416161133097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5959205416161133097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5959205416161133097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/10/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-440950090942431001</id><published>2009-09-03T06:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:15:46.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've blogged on this site.  I had a baby in January and by March I was back at work.  No time or thoughts given to posting on a blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this morning Connor woke me up at 5:15, and although he and Joe have both easily gone back to sleep, I am wide awake.  So, I thought I would share my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got done reading a fantastic book called The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.  It was one of the best books I've read in a long time!  There is a sequel that either has come out or will be coming out soon, so our school librarian is going to make sure and order it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another things I've thought about: what ever happened to Beauty and the Geek.  That was one of Joe and my favorite reality shows and it just went away.  COME BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the first Foster football game of the season.  I was really proud of my cheerleaders because I could tell they had been practicing!  And, they only needed me for certain things - for the most part they did what they were supposed to and showed a lot of maturity.  Good job girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help Connor to stop spitting up so much and let him gain enough weight to make the doctor happy.  Help him to keep from being fussy and open our eyes to see what is bothering him so we can help fix it.  Thank you that Joe and I are able to both still have jobs during this down time and I ask that you keep watch over our finances so we can be stewards of your gifts to us.  We love you and thank you! Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-440950090942431001?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/440950090942431001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=440950090942431001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/440950090942431001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/440950090942431001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-awhile-since-ive-blogged-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1068739755233957105</id><published>2009-03-20T01:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:05:20.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am at 3 am, and I can't sleep.  Connor woke up at 1:50, so I fed him and he's been asleep ever since.  I talked to the pediatrician about this and she said if I can't sleep to get up and do something boring until I feel sleepy again.  What if I'm up all night?  I don't feel tired AT ALL!  I wish I knew what made me tired so I could do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe and I decided that since Connor turned 8 weeks on Sunday and I was on Spring break, this would be the week that he learns to sleep through the night.  The first two nights he cried on and off for 2 hours.  Last night (the 4th night) it was only 40 minutes and tonight it was about 10 minutes!  I think my body may just be waiting for the two hour stint again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair cut really short today.  The girl kept asking me if I was doing ok every time she made a cut, and I finally told her that I was not one of those girls that cried about hair.  She relaxed after that!  I would post a picture, but our camera is currently broken, which is breaking my heart where Connor is concerned.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help to sleep better as Connor learns to sleep better.  Thanks for a husband who is willing to help out and thanks for wonderful friends and family who help take care of our wants and needs.  As Joe and I continue to learn about finances, help us to make better decisions with our money so that we can give like you want us to.  Help me to be a better housekeeper, mother, and wife.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1068739755233957105?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1068739755233957105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1068739755233957105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1068739755233957105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1068739755233957105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-i-am-at-3-am-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6388430797019678074</id><published>2009-02-23T09:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:52:18.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at Bible study my friend was telling us that her therapist told her to write down 5 things that made her happy everyday.  I thought that was a fantastic idea, so I decided to do it as well...as long as I can remember.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Connor and his beautiful smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Having an excellent husband who is as interested in our marriage as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  A semi-good night's sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Getting voice messages from Taly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks so much for the sleep Connor and I were able to get last night!  I am so thankful for a beautiful baby boy.  Help Joe and I to be the best parents we can be and help us to love each other and lift one another up.  Thanks for awesome friends who encourage us to know you more.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6388430797019678074?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6388430797019678074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6388430797019678074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6388430797019678074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6388430797019678074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-things.html' title='5 Things'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6863515730879152832</id><published>2009-01-17T07:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:53:28.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Day</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are at my official due date and still nothing is happening.  Yesterday I had the runs at school and everyone kept tellling me that labor would soon follow.  However, it had been almost 24 hours and I haven't even had a real contraction, just the Braxton Hicks/cramps.  On the other hand, I only got up once last night to go to the bathroom, so I got a full nights rest!  Yippee!!!  It may very well be my last one for awhile.  We've scheduled to be induced on Thursday morning if nothing happens before then, which makes me sad because I wanted to experience what it is like to go into labor on my own - you know, the adrenaline rush and the excitement and getting to call people who have no idea you were going in that day.  Plus, I think it is neat to let God choose my child's birthday instead of me.  However, in this day and age it is getting too hard to wait on God since jobs and time off get in the way.  We shall see, I suppose.  And I could always cancel my induction, but then I might waste an entire week's worth of sick leave before my son even arrives!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I pray for your perfect timing and I ask that you would help me to make wise decisions with my job and with this baby.  Help me to be in your perfect will.  Be with those who are ill right now and show my family who you are through this miracle of life.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6863515730879152832?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6863515730879152832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6863515730879152832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6863515730879152832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6863515730879152832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/due-day.html' title='Due Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3266093295828752420</id><published>2009-01-16T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:01:40.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Went to the doctor yesterday.  I am dialated to between a 3 and a 4.  I can schedule my induction for Thursday if I haven't had him before then.  Boo!  I want him this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, get this baby out of me! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3266093295828752420?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3266093295828752420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3266093295828752420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3266093295828752420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3266093295828752420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6174768354072119019</id><published>2009-01-15T07:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:55:51.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing!</title><content type='html'>How much you wanna bet that because the weather is so awful today will be the day I have my son?  With the way this pregnancy has gone, that is just what I think will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing happened this morning.  I was in the shower and I felt the need to pee (you know how it is).  Right in the middle of going, the baby somehow moved and just clamped off the pee like you might bend a garden hose.  That hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's appointment today at 4 pm - keep us all in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I just ask for safe driving and health in the weather that you have given us today.  Help me to be the best teacher I can be and give me patience with the parents I am dealing with.  Be with Jamie, Michele, and all of those who are sick right now.  I love you so much, Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6174768354072119019?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6174768354072119019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6174768354072119019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6174768354072119019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6174768354072119019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3129627063148632678</id><published>2009-01-12T10:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:53:48.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game...</title><content type='html'>5 days left until my official due date.  Who knows if I'll make it or if I'll go over.  Sometimes I wish God would share some of his infinite wisdom and insight just to satisfy my curisoity.  Should I be planning more lessons or should I go have a wild night tonight because it will be my last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I need to stop wearing skirts for the rest of my pregnancy as well.  My calves, ankles, and feet are so swollen it's actually pretty gross.  I feel sorry for people who have to look at my legs, i.e. my students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I am going to take 3-4 names to the hospital with me so that when I meet my son I'll know what to call him.  I think I've got it narrowed down to Adrian, Logan, Tyler, and Michael.  I also like Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3129627063148632678?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3129627063148632678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3129627063148632678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3129627063148632678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3129627063148632678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1011861529949349084</id><published>2008-12-01T07:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:01:53.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect December</title><content type='html'>It's officially December today and it couldn't get any more perfect.  There is snow falling down from the sky, my Christmas tree is beautiful, and the heater works!  The only thing that would make it better is if we had a fire place to light a fire so I could smell that great smoky smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my teacher devotion had a great point today.&lt;br /&gt;"Now when I do what I do, I do it to the best of &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; ability, because mine will never be sufficient.  I can never hit the mark on my own.  But as much as God enables and equips me, He also expects my best, as does everyone else around me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to do YOUR best and not my best so that I can show your love through my actions to those who don't know you.  Be with my family, especially keeping my mom and grandma safe as they visit.  Be with our group and help us to truly be a family.  Keep us all healthy and wise during the holidays.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1011861529949349084?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1011861529949349084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1011861529949349084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1011861529949349084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1011861529949349084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-december.html' title='Perfect December'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5495270589842189818</id><published>2008-11-14T07:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:00:23.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Cause</title><content type='html'>I read something interesting in my daily teachers' devotion this morning:&lt;br /&gt;        "Do you find yourself feeling as if you're fighting for a lost cause?  It can certainly feel that way, but I encourage you to keep fighting.  Some would say that Jesus fought a losing battle.  Why sacrifice Himself for people who either didn't care or didn't believe and who would continue to sin even after He died a horrible death because of that sin?  Because, unlike a doctor, His hands can't be pried away from a heart, no matter how faint the life signs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest in the Coakley/Jimison families:  Monday I was tested for gestational diabetes and found out yesterday that I do have it, so I have to see a dietician next week.  BOO!!  Also on Monday was my mother-in-law's knee replacement surgery.  She came home yesterday and seems to be doing well.  On Wednesday we found out a family member had a miscarriage.  And, my doctor's son passed away this week.  My dad may have diabetes as well, but he for sure has high blood pressure.  So, a lot of sickness happening in the families.  Keep us all in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, lay your healing hand over my family and Joe's family.  Be with us as we serve you and love others.  Keep everyone safe and happy this weekend.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5495270589842189818?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5495270589842189818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5495270589842189818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5495270589842189818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5495270589842189818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-cause.html' title='Lost Cause'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-4352786025864588578</id><published>2008-11-02T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:49:55.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween this year = awesome!  Joe and I went to our check up.  I had to do the glucose drink thing, which means they took blood, and I had to get a shot in my butt - so that was the bad part.  However, our doctor gave us a 3D picture of Adrian!  He looks like the spitting image of Joe.  We were so excited to see what our little man looks like!  Yay, Adrian.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went and had Christmas pictures taken.  It was our last family picture before our family is forever changed, so it was kind of a nice time just to relax and be ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks so much for such a precious son.  Help me to love him and raise him to be who you want him to be.  Joe and I love you so much and are grateful for everything you've done for us.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-4352786025864588578?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4352786025864588578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=4352786025864588578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4352786025864588578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4352786025864588578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2109627987431477468</id><published>2008-10-30T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:03:19.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown is On!</title><content type='html'>78 days until Adrian is supposed to be here!  I think I will be counting the days until I can get my body back to (somewhat) normal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is parent teacher conferences...I am not looking forward to it!  I always have this fear that a parent is going to be upset with.  Inevitably, at least one is every year, but the thought of it coming is not something I enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rest of the conferences in the morning I have a doctor's appointment (the one where you have to drink the orange stuff) and then family Christmas pictures!!!  I am really excited because Joe and I haven't had a picture taken together in a long time and this is the last Christmas that it will be just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for a good day.  Give me energy to last until 6:30.  Keep those I love safe and help me to do the best I can with my students.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2109627987431477468?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2109627987431477468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2109627987431477468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2109627987431477468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2109627987431477468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is On!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3440208342411187948</id><published>2008-10-29T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:49:07.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Number 2</title><content type='html'>Shower number two was this past Sunday, October 26.  It was fantastic!  More people came than I thought would.  I think I have enough diapers now to last for a couple of months.  And, I don't need to buy any bath or bedtime stuff for awhile!  It's great.  The room is also starting to come along as I get decorations and other gifts to get it all set up.  Pictures and more details to follow on the baby blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3440208342411187948?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3440208342411187948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3440208342411187948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3440208342411187948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3440208342411187948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/shower-number-2.html' title='Shower Number 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-43548483621926506</id><published>2008-10-22T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:23:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aching Back</title><content type='html'>So third trimester is turning out to be different from first, but still kinda miserable.  My back has never hurt so bad in all my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian is getting so big now and he kicks all the time!  Maybe he is kicking me in the back or something.  He's big enough now that people keep telling me they don't think I am going to make it until January.  Even my own mother said that!  I honestly don't think I am as big as people are making me out to be.  I measured my own stomach and it was 31 cm...I am 27 weeks along.  Considering how short I am, I didn't think it was that big of a difference.  Plus, I am carrying a boy who sits right in the middle of my body, he doesn't spread himself out at all.  I guess really only God knows what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for the rain, but help it to move along quickly.  Be with Lauren as she goes through her morning sickness and help her to feel better quickly.  Love on everyone I love and reveal yourself to those who don't know you!  Thanks for the blessing of a baby and a pretty good week (so far!).  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-43548483621926506?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/43548483621926506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=43548483621926506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/43548483621926506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/43548483621926506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-aching-back.html' title='My Aching Back'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-4915931538428922324</id><published>2008-10-01T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:16:52.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Homecoming 2008</title><content type='html'>Last night was the big homecoming game.  For the first time, the cheerleaders had a lot planned for it.  We introduced and escorted all the 8th grade boys onto the field, had a banner for them to run through, and did a cute half time performance.  It was great.  I really love my cheerleaders.  It will be so sad to see my 8th graders move on next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one week from today is my very first baby shower...and I am so excited!  Joe says it will probably just be diapers plus refreshments, but that saves us so much money in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also go to the doctor today, so be looking for updates on my baby blog...many happy thoughts to you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks so much for this day that you have created.  Help me to have a positive attitude towards all that I come in contact with.  Let your love shine through me and be a testimony of who you are.  Bless and be with all whom I love.  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-4915931538428922324?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4915931538428922324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=4915931538428922324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4915931538428922324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4915931538428922324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/10/foster-homecoming-2008.html' title='Foster Homecoming 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7622990146436792143</id><published>2008-09-15T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:50:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mrs. Negativity</title><content type='html'>That would be me...at least according to one of my parents. That's right, I am the most negative teacher at this school. I am the reason her son is having issues with his grades and behavior. Hello, nice to meet you. I don't know if you guessed or not, but I am not happy about this. I talked with one of my parents today and instead of losing my temper, I politely told her maybe she needed to talk to someone else since I am apparently the problem. GRRRR!!!!Ok, I am done venting now. Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7622990146436792143?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7622990146436792143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7622990146436792143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7622990146436792143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7622990146436792143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-mrs-negativity.html' title='Meet Mrs. Negativity'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6274900542422749456</id><published>2008-09-11T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:26:42.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it burns</title><content type='html'>So I had a biopsy (sp?) today and it burns like crazy!  I guess the numbing agent wore off.  I'll find out next week what is up with my spot - it looks like a really dark birth mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of my 6th graders are showing their true colors this week and last, which is not helping my stress level at all.  Is it bad to hope that some of your students get suspended so you don't have them in class for a few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian is still alive and kicking and, according to the doctor, doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a prayer that I thought was awesome in my teacher book today that I would like to share:  Lord, you know the motives of my heart.  You alone judge.  Show me when to CLOSE MY MOUTH so others can hear Your voice.  Instruct me when to speak up with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6274900542422749456?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6274900542422749456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6274900542422749456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6274900542422749456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6274900542422749456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-it-burns.html' title='Oh it burns'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8031921602695499299</id><published>2008-08-29T07:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:45:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethics Week</title><content type='html'>This week at our faculty meeting we had to watch a video on ethics and take a personal survey to see how we are doing.  I was doing ok...until after we watched the video.  Here's what happened:  I was on my plan period, all caught up on grading, etc, and decided to log on to my baby registry at Babies R Us.  Well, my password would not work, so I decided to call the customer service number.  I dialed 1800babyrus.   NEVER DO THAT!!!!  I am warning you now, that you need to dial 888, not 800.  Very bad things happen when you do.  Anyway, since I did make the boo boo, I then had to go and tell my principal what had happened in case some phone record showed up that I had called a sex hot line.  OOPS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8031921602695499299?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8031921602695499299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8031921602695499299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8031921602695499299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8031921602695499299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/ethics-week.html' title='Ethics Week'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6330746630014959228</id><published>2008-08-26T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:14:25.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>I am hot!  It's true.  I know it's true because I was walking past our assistant principal's office and I heard an 8th grade boy say, "dang, Mrs. Coakley is fine" and the kid next to him reply with, "dude, she's pregnant!"  It was great!  I am a hot pregnant lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading definitely gave me a headache today...Lauren how do you stand them every single morning?  I only have them once or twice a week depending on the game schedule and that is enough time with middle school girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for a lovely day.  Help me to do the best I can at teaching, cheering, and being a wife, friend, sister, aunt, and daughter.  Thanks again for Kari Lynne and all the blessings you've given.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6330746630014959228?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6330746630014959228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6330746630014959228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6330746630014959228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6330746630014959228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-126754057091829236</id><published>2008-08-25T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:42:33.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kari is Here to Stay!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!  Kari Lynne is officially going to be a Panter baby and will be a part of all our lives permanently!!!  That precious little girl will be my son's BFF and it will be great.  I got the news while I was at lunch today and I just started crying and jumping up and down.  In fact, I am tearing up now!  God is so amazingly good!  Wow!  Look at how much he has done and all the lives he will touch through this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day was boring.  I was required to give a test to my students and I am all caught up on lesson planning and grading, so I sat most of the day.  I went ahead and planned further ahead, so I am done through mid-October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are so good and awesome and amazing!  You not only provide our needs, but you give us the desires of our hearts and that is so wonderful!  I love you and praise you, because only you are in control! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-126754057091829236?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/126754057091829236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=126754057091829236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/126754057091829236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/126754057091829236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/kari-is-here-to-stay.html' title='Kari is Here to Stay!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-842308862703160909</id><published>2008-08-22T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:11:38.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement in the life of Rachel</title><content type='html'>So Joe FINALLY felt the baby kick this morning!  I think I was more excited than he was!  Little Adrian has been nuts in my belly lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy weekend ahead:  cheer tryouts for girls new to Foster today after school, hair cut and nails done and JBF sale tomorrow, then church on Sunday.  I am tired just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God is moving in my Life group here lately because I have been burdened for the people at my school who are not saved (plus my parents) and one of the other girls in my group is feeling the same way.  I think since we have been talking about eternity and focusing on what we can actually do in our daily lives to reach people, it has been on our minds more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week I think I caught a virus.  Two sixth grade students went home vomiting the same day I could not keep a thing down.  A little over 24 hours later and I am back to my normal self...those pesky kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to be the best teacher and witness to both my students and those in my life who don't know you.  I ask that you keep Adrian safe and be with all I love this weekend.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-842308862703160909?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/842308862703160909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=842308862703160909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/842308862703160909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/842308862703160909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/excitement-in-life-of-rachel.html' title='Excitement in the life of Rachel'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1503715410145795760</id><published>2008-08-19T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:44:22.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Seal</title><content type='html'>It's official...I threw up at school.  But, at least I didn't pee my pants, which is usually what happens when I throw up.  Poor Mrs. Kirk - I didn't make it to the bathroom so I did it in her trash can.  I tried to have a chat with Adrian, but he's not listening to his mama.  I hope this is not a sign of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today is cheer practice.  Not only will I have my girls practicing, but I will have a whole new batch who will be trying out on Friday to see if we can add a few more to my teeny tiny squad.  I think the girls are pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe started school yesterday.  He is very excited and seems to be a good student so far.  I am so proud of him for going back to school.  I think he will be happier in the long run, even if he changes his mind about what exactly he wants to major in.  I think he will feel better about himself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele came over last night, once again bearing gifts.  I told her she needs to stop because she is spoiling me way to much.  I got a sling, book, bottles, maternity shirt, and a few other things from her just because she loves me so much.  Everytime I try to buy something for her, she buys me ten more things.  I can't keep up with the girl!  I love her so much and I am so glad God brought her and Kyle into my life.  And I LOVE Kari Lynne so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to let your love shine through to all of my students.  Open their minds to understand math and who you are.  Help me to not feel sick anymore.  Be with my parents and family and draw them to you.  Bless my totally awesome friends today with something special!  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1503715410145795760?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1503715410145795760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1503715410145795760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1503715410145795760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1503715410145795760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-seal.html' title='Breaking the Seal'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7823775489257060383</id><published>2008-08-18T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:22:58.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Looking back at the first week of school overall, I would classify it as good.  Don't get me wrong, I had my little lovelies who already wanted to push the envelope, but there were only a few of them.  I was able to buy a comfy pair of shoes to support my preggo butt, so I don't expect my feet to hurt as bad this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Adrian Thomas (the name Joe and I have temporarily decided on) has been swimming and kicking around in my belly so much in the last few days!  Each time I am still filled with surprise and a little bit of awe that I have a baby in my tummy.  I told Joe that I was also struggling a little bit with the fear that in just a few short months I will be in charge of another human beings life, that he will depend completely on Joe and I for everything.  I think I may need some prayer for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday the 13th I bought a book at Mardel called "Before the Bell Rings" that has little devotions that you can read each morning before you start school.  I loved Friday's prayer in it, so that is what I will end with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me always be mindful that my faith in students may be what draws them to you.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7823775489257060383?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7823775489257060383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7823775489257060383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7823775489257060383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7823775489257060383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-2437196246226884472</id><published>2008-08-12T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:55:09.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2008</title><content type='html'>What a way to start the school year...nauseous!  But, the good news is that I didn't throw up until I got home.  I desperately need my refill of Zofran to get rid of this icky feeling.  I have three boys that are repeaters that I am keeping my eye on and one new boy that I am keeping on top of.  I already had to call a mom!  I couldn't believe it.  In my vast experience of three whole years of teaching I have never had to call a parent on the first day of school.  We will have to see how day 2 goes with the little lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara got home last night.  I was so glad!  She had gone to California for her old roommates wedding, but that made the first day of school so lonely without her here to chat with.  I look forward to the end of today so we can whine about the students together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for today, Lord watch over me, my baby, my friends, family, and each of my students.  I ask that you would just make yourself known to those who don't already know you and draw closer to you the ones that do.  Thanks for the blessings in my life that I know come only from you.  Love ya!  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-2437196246226884472?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2437196246226884472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=2437196246226884472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2437196246226884472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/2437196246226884472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school-2008.html' title='First Day of School 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1424446156991978962</id><published>2008-08-06T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:08:59.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>Joe and I had our 3rd appointment today and found out that we are having a boy!  The doctor didn't even have to point anything out to us - it was hanging out for all to see.  Now we have to think of names and decide on nursery stuff.  I was a little disappointed at first cause I wanted a girl, but there are some great things that come with little boys.  I'll have to list them on down.  On a not so good note, I now have to see a dermatologist about a discoloration that I have.  Pray for me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Little boys love their mamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Any ideas???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also haven't blogged about some exciting news...my friend Sara moved in with us in July!  She is awesome!  She's really helped since I haven't been feeling well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks for the blessing of a baby boy.  You know what you are doing and I totally trust in you.  Show me your way.  Amen.&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/4196698284001959402-1424446156991978962?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1424446156991978962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1424446156991978962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1424446156991978962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1424446156991978962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8871753431808751747</id><published>2008-08-04T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:14:23.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello August</title><content type='html'>And here we are in a new month...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to school twice now and still have no clue what I am doing the first week of school.  Tomorrow is the last cheer practice before school starts...yikes!  I sure hope my girls are ready.  I think we have a really tight-knit squad this year which will be a nice change from last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't thrown up since Thursday and I seem to have more energy, so I am hoping that I have officially entered the next phase of pregnancy.  We find out in two days what the sex of the baby is going to be, so that will be some exciting news to share.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought tickets to So You Think You Can Dance and I cannot express just how excited I am!  I want to meet Twitch!  Nothing else exciting, so until Wednesday, adieu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8871753431808751747?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8871753431808751747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8871753431808751747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8871753431808751747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8871753431808751747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-august.html' title='Hello August'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-5632618356292303779</id><published>2008-07-14T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:24:16.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Weak Stomachs...Beware</title><content type='html'>Current symptoms: constipation that leads to hard poop (what do they call this?), gas, frequent urination, fatigue, constant hunger, and yes - I still have nausea and vomiting.  Oh, and who can forget the vivid (and awful) dreams I've been having!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of my National Board class.  It was LONG!  And morning traffic is a nightmare!  I was there from 8 to 5.  Luckily they give lots of breaks and food.  Unfortunately, my butt hurt so bad it didn't get enough breaks!  And for some reason they didn't give the pregnant lady a nap - how rude!  The drive home was treacherous, too, because I had to go potty and the stupid train track road blocks lowered and stayed down so long that a policeman had to come direct traffic around them!  Geesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I pray that tomorrow would be even better than today.  Give me the energy and well-being to do what I need to do.  Be with those I love and give me peaceful sleep tonight.  And help my poop to soften so it doesn't hurt.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-5632618356292303779?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5632618356292303779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=5632618356292303779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5632618356292303779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/5632618356292303779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/weak-stomach-beware.html' title='Weak Stomachs...Beware'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8141607188006052734</id><published>2008-07-13T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:46:35.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>One Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Four days of no sickness and then BAM!  Yesterday I couldn't seem to hold much down.  I was so mad!  However, I am trusting that it was a one day fluke due to the sweets and fruit I had been eating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was great, even though I wasn't feeling my greatest.  Joe and I went to the 6:30 service and then out to eat with about half our life group.  It was fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the funny part now.  Joe woke up this morning and said he was mad at me because in his dream I had been screwing around with a young baseball player.  I started laughing because in my dream I had been sleeping with Will Ferrell (gross me out!).  I just thought it was so funny that we both dreamed about me cheating.  I guess I better watch myself. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now it is off to the Garden to hang out with some one year olds.  Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks for four days of health.  I ask that my health continue to improve so I can function in my classes the rest of this month.  Help me to get done the things I need in order to prepare for school and baby.  Thanks for my wonderful friends who hung out with me last night and who are willing to do life with Joe and me.  You are so wonderful!  Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8141607188006052734?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8141607188006052734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8141607188006052734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8141607188006052734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8141607188006052734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-bad-day.html' title='One Bad Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-154965143083220105</id><published>2008-07-11T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:39:27.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer'/><title type='text'>What a Night!</title><content type='html'>So I had the best dream ever last night!  You see, Wednesday I went shopping for some maternity pants.  Well, in my dream all I remember is Joe saying to me, "baby, go out and spend as much as you want - as long as you get what you need to wear during your pregnancy."  Then I woke up. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night 8 of my cheerleaders came over and we watched How She Move.  I think it was terrible because we all lost interest less than halfway through and just ended up talking.  Then we went out to the park by my house and had a cheer photo shoot - with my super amazing photo skills (ha!).  It was a good time.  I actually kind of like having a smaller squad because I can keep track of everybody and get to know them more and I feel more comfortable doing things for them, such as letting them over to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Sara G. for helping me get my house ready for the girls!  I can't wait for you to move in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-154965143083220105?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/154965143083220105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=154965143083220105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/154965143083220105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/154965143083220105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-night.html' title='What a Night!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-6609150048725156758</id><published>2008-07-09T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:34:30.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Girl!</title><content type='html'>It's a girl...for my friend Ali.  I went with her to an ultrasound this afternoon and we couldn't find any dangly bits, so a girl it is!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had quite the exciting day today.  First, lunch with Ali.  Then we went shopping and I bought 3 maternity bottoms.  And then, of course, was her ultrasound.  When I got home, I found Joe freaking out because I had left my phone at the house and he hadn't been able to get in touch with me for about 3 hours.  He was not happy.  I also found out the exterminator had to cancel (again) due to the rain.  I am so tired of seeing ants in my bedroom and bathroom.  On the other hand, I get another reprieve from having to clean!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is SYTYCD and I am so stoked about it!  Twitchington has still got to be one of my favorite couples at the moment.  I think the top 8 will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Twitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kherington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Katee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Joshua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Chelsie H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Courtney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we'll have to wait and see if I am correct.  Not to be gross, but so far no puking today!  Slight nausea, but I can handle that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks for a day without puking (so far) and thanks for another break in cleaning.  Help me to be well for the rest of this week and help me to enjoy my pregnancy since it is a beautiful gift from you.  Be with each and every one of my friends this week and love on them.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-6609150048725156758?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6609150048725156758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=6609150048725156758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6609150048725156758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/6609150048725156758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3346035804844950956</id><published>2008-07-08T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:22:09.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Update</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep, so here we go again.  All day I've been hungry.  And bored.  Tired, but not sleepy.  I am starting to feel the pressure of carrying this life inside me.  I ate an egg today that I cooked for a long time, but was still runny...did I damage my child?  I sleep on my back all the time...am I suffocating my child.  Oh, and oops - when is the last time I took my prenatals?  I can't remember.  Officially no puking today, but still felt blah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a positive note, I went and toured St. Francis South.  I think I like it better than regular St. Francis.  Also starting to stress about names.  Not because I think I need to, but because lately I am totally irrational.  I asked Joe to go get tatoos for goodness sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a website that made me feel better.  Check it out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lifeandhealth.guardian.co.uk/family/story/0,,1609279,00.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3346035804844950956?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3346035804844950956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3346035804844950956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3346035804844950956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3346035804844950956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-update.html' title='Late Night Update'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7751846059078327789</id><published>2008-07-08T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:20:30.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am praying and believing that since today marks the end of my 12th week, I will be well!  Yesterday I did ok until about 2:30, but that was also after I sat in a nail salon and drank a syrupy drink.  I am hoping today goes much better.  Praise the Lord for the end of a trimester!  Now I am waiting for that great burst of energy everyone keeps telling me about so that I can get my house all cleaned up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I went and looked at an apartment with my friend Sara.  I was really excited because it is even closer to our house and seems to be very well priced and NICE!  I hope she decides to move there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm also excited because Michele's little girl Kari Lynne will be here in just a couple of weeks!  Yay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lord, thanks so much for wonderful friends and family who take care of me and help me when I need it.  I ask that you be with those I love and keep them safe today.  Be with my baby and my stomach so that I can be a healthy mama! Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7751846059078327789?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7751846059078327789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7751846059078327789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7751846059078327789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7751846059078327789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day_08.html' title='Another Day...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3630022531418155760</id><published>2008-07-07T08:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:46:43.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Crazier by the Day</title><content type='html'>My thoughts and dreams are getting crazier.  Last night I lived in a trailer with my mom, was pregnant, my sister was torturing me, our dryer broke, and the repair man raped me.  CREEPY!  I asked friends and family for pediatrician and photographer recommendations last night.  I've gotten a few so far, so one more thing for me to be thinking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara's boyfriend David stayed at our house this weekend.  He's such a nice guy!  I'm really happy for my favorite gal!  And Sara is so super cool (there's your mention!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking of all these great things to blog, but then forget about them if I don't update everyday.  So, for today we will be short until I remember all my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, please let this be my week to have a sudden turaround...no more sickness!  Thanks for you amazingness and love! Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3630022531418155760?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3630022531418155760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3630022531418155760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3630022531418155760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3630022531418155760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazier-by-day.html' title='Crazier by the Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1234700280913166406</id><published>2008-07-02T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:30:03.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>I went back to being sick today.  BOO!!!!  I also toured St. Francis.  I have to say that I liked everything that was available, but the rooms seemed so old fashioned.  After seeing Stillwater completely remodel their maternity ward, it was kind of a let down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now I am watching SYTYCD.  So far Chelsea and Mark are the only ones who have impressed me in the slightest.  And who will Deanna pick for the final rose?  I hope so much that it is Jason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1234700280913166406?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1234700280913166406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1234700280913166406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1234700280913166406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1234700280913166406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1302605452140762476</id><published>2008-06-30T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:54:01.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Being Pregnant</title><content type='html'>It's this whole other world that you never truly know about until you experience it.  I had my second doctor's appointment today and got to see my baby's arms and legs waving around.  It was great!  My doctor "lovingly" rubbed my leg during the entire ultrasound.  I hope Joe never feels weird when the doc does stuff like that.  I finally got a prescription that is supposed to make my nausea recede - praise the Lord!  Everyone has been telling me to blog my experiences being pregnant, so here they are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out I was pregnant on Tuesday, May 20th or 22nd - whatever that Tuesday was.  I peed on a stick and Joe walked in on me, so he naturally helped me to read the results.  That night we told the Panters because they knew we had been worried.  Joe and I decided not to tell anyone else for awhile.  That lasted all of about 2 hours when I told Lauren M. that night.  And the next day at school when I told all the teachers.  And the next night when we called everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started getting sick the next day (Wednesday) and have since lost somewhere between 7 and 12 pounds, depending on the day.  My breasts have hurt like crazy, my sense of smell is ridiculous, I eat every two hours, I sleep a lot.  In fact, since summer started, I take a nap just about every day like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week the hormones really stepped up a notch.  I couldn't stand for Joe to come anywhere near me because I thought his breath was going to make me vomit.  I also began to "express my opinions" a little more often and a little louder.  Joe is super thrilled about that (note:  that was written with sarcasm).  I also started having very random thoughts.  For instance, I woke up from a nap one day sure that I was going to have to have every Thanksgiving and Christmas at my house from now on and be the sole person responsible for the food.  So what did I do?  I went online and looked up all the food we have for the holidays and made a word document so that I would never forget anything.  It seemed very logical to me at the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Michele's baby shower.  Jamie offered to pick me up.  When she did, she had meds, a barf bag, and a chilled water bottle waiting for me.  I asked her, how am I supposed to care for a child when I can't even care for myself!  She told me it was fine and I would do great.  I've heard that a lot and would like to know what people are basing it on.  At the shower, I was passing the gifts for Michele to open and then stacking them on a table to be taken home.  I ended up CRYING in front of the whole room.  Why?  Not because everything was so cute, but because I was overwhelmed.  I had no clue what half the stuff was that she was opening and I freaked out that I wasn't going to get the "right things" for my baby.  Hello Irrational Rachel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, thanks so much for this wonderful gift that you've given me, even though I have no clue what to do with it and was not expecting it.  I ask that you would guide Joe and I as we trek along doing the best we can.  Thank you so much for all the wonderful women you have put in my life for just this moment.  Give me strength and energy to make it through the night.  Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1302605452140762476?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1302605452140762476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1302605452140762476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1302605452140762476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1302605452140762476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-pregnant.html' title='Being Pregnant'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8663603192542985090</id><published>2008-05-08T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:56:48.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and Awe</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you how impressed I am right now.  After school one of the administrators at my school was yelling at a kid and he ended up getting suspended for the rest of the school year.  He was REALLY mad.  On the way out of school, he decided to punch the glass in the door.  HE BROKE IT!!!!  I was blown away!  His hand has got to be broken and bleeding.  If I tried to hit a door out of anger, I would have a hurt hand and the door would look the same.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for comic relief at the end of my long day!  You are so amazing!  And thanks for keeping us safe through the weather last night.  I ask that you would just guide every step I take and show me the path you have laid out for me.  In your name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8663603192542985090?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8663603192542985090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8663603192542985090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8663603192542985090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8663603192542985090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/shock-and-awe.html' title='Shock and Awe'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-4562637665109987866</id><published>2008-05-07T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:02:10.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>Rain, rain</title><content type='html'>go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be in bed sleeping as dark as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that is all I am thinking of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for watering my plants for me today!  Help me to not procrastinate this week and get all the things done that I know I should.  I love you so much! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-4562637665109987866?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4562637665109987866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=4562637665109987866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4562637665109987866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/4562637665109987866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain-rain.html' title='Rain, rain'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-9164463320250768999</id><published>2008-05-06T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:52:36.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinco de mayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What Can a Teacher Do?</title><content type='html'>I have four years of college under my belt and a degree to prove it. And what can I do? Teach. After FOUR YEARS I have one option in the job market today, and right now, that is an option I am not in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is, what else can a teacher do? At first I thought pursuing a different district would be the change I need. But now I am starting to feel as though teaching is just not for me. It is a tough job. I have heard that if I went to another district I may not feel this way, but I hate to pursue another district. For some reason I feel as though I am being sneaky and disloyal. What to do, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my birthday last night was a blast! I went to eat at Senor Tequila's with a few friends on Brookside. I ran into some old friends from high school, listened to some music, people watched, and ate a yummy meal! And, my friend Michele bought me the yummiest smelling perfume!! My hubby bought me a beautful card and it was an all around good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for friends and a life group who are willing to share my happy times, but also my trials.  Thanks for giving me another day to praise you and share your love with others.  Be with Joe today as he works and be with all my friends.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-9164463320250768999?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9164463320250768999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=9164463320250768999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/9164463320250768999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/9164463320250768999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-teacher-do.html' title='What Can a Teacher Do?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3143224768842905186</id><published>2008-05-05T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:13:32.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to me!!!!  And happy Cinco de Mayo!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleader tryouts Friday = some really upset girls&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon gum = GROSSNESS&lt;br /&gt;This week = tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;My students = annoying&lt;br /&gt;My opinion on having children = improving&lt;br /&gt;My friends = the best!&lt;br /&gt;SYTYCD = premier party at my house (and if you are a true fan, you know exactly what those&lt;br /&gt;                    letters stand for!)&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food tonight = yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Luaus = tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I thank you so much for this wonderful, beautiful day!  I think you are an awesome God and I just ask that you would keep up this beautiful weather for the rest of the week.  I ask that you would just be with all of my friends and their families - keep them safe and well this week.  I ask that if there are any needs that Joe and I can service, you would bring them to mind so that we could be good stewards of the things you have placed in our care.  I love you so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3143224768842905186?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3143224768842905186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3143224768842905186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3143224768842905186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3143224768842905186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-8429397212047245487</id><published>2008-04-28T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:07:14.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>I am EXHAUSTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my parent helped Joe and I put another patio in our backyard, plus do some landscaping.  It was hard work!  Plus, I had already been up since 6:30 with our garage sale (which one of my students showed up to...ugh!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of my cheer clinic to get ready for tryouts.  All we worked on the entire hour was the dance and cheer, but my goodness it took a lot out of me.  You don't realize how out of shape you are until one hour of working shows you!  I think I have some great potential out there, but we'll see how the rest of the week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lauren sent two of her high school girls over to help and they were wonderful!!!!  I'll have to get them a little something for helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for such a lovely day!  And thanks for the opportunity to dance and cheer, since you know that is something I absolutely love!  Thanks for people who are willing to help free of charge and be a great example to my students.  Give me wisdom in my decisions and in the words I say this week and give me an energy to get through.  And, last but not least, THANKS FOR BRINGING THE LITTLES HOME!!!!!!  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-8429397212047245487?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8429397212047245487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=8429397212047245487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8429397212047245487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/8429397212047245487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1185739092271426692</id><published>2008-04-24T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:46:44.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Good days!</title><content type='html'>Monday = great day!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = great day!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = so-so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Thursday hold in store for me?  Well, hopefully a lot more girls trying out for cheerleading than the 10 forms I have turned in now.  And, now my girl who was going to help with clinics is no longer available due to an upcoming competition.  I guess its up to me to make up a cheer, and have me teach it along with Miss Gregersen.  We shall see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, my absolutely wonderful hubby, took me on a date to Runt's Tuesday night cause he knew I had been craving BBQ.  And, get this - instead of buying me a bouquet of flowers that would eventually die, he bought me a GORGEOUS plant to put along our pathway.  So next time you come over to the Coakley home you can admire our beautiful plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In store for tonight is a parent meeting for cheerleaders, a meeting for my upcoming Homemade Gourmet party, and the first ever Coakley garage sale!  Come hang out with us if you have nothing better to do than sit in a garage for a few hours on a Saturday morning! Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1185739092271426692?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1185739092271426692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1185739092271426692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1185739092271426692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1185739092271426692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-days.html' title='Good days!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-7672119777019735332</id><published>2008-04-21T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:05:21.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday to end all Mondays</title><content type='html'>Well, the morning started out harried.  I was running late...as usual.  I got a phone call from Joe and we got into it yet again.  Why is that when you go through something that is supposed to be good for your marriage, your marriage seems to get worse.  I've been told that it is part of the process of growing, but it sure does suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning bell rang to begin the day and the first thing that happens?  A cat fight.  Of course, out of the five teachers in the hallway, I was the only one who noticed it and had to break it up myself.  For some reason, even though it was not a bad fight, I still found myself shaking and crying after it was over.  I swear, breaking up middle school fights is the hugest adrenaline rush.  It is an adrenaline rush I could certainly live without.  When I called Joe to tell him about it I didn't get any sympathy which was just another thing to pile on to an already not so great day.  First period was amazing today because Eugene was absent, but 4th period sure made up for it.  At this point all I can think about is wanting to GO HOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am going to re-hash the awesome weekend I had!  I hung out with my friend Sara on Friday night and bought the cutest new skirt...which I am wearing today!  Saturday Joe and I walked with his company to raise money for the National MS Society.  His company raised over $6000!  Hopefully we raised the most and were able to win some sort of prize or something!  We had lunch with my cousins and their beautiful baby boy, Jack.  Saturday night we went to church and then I graded papers while Joe played video games with his friend David.  Then, Sunday was a great day - we played with babies and hung out with friends.  Alas, then it was time for work again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please please please help me to remember that you created each and every person that I come across.  Help me to have your love for them and to see them through your eyes.  I ask that you would be with my students and show them how to solve problems in a more civilized manner.  I pray that you would heal Michele of all stress and sickness and that you would comfort her.  I ask that you would be with Joe and help him to feel loved and lifted up through my words and actions.  Help me to be more like you each and every day. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-7672119777019735332?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7672119777019735332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=7672119777019735332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7672119777019735332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/7672119777019735332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-to-end-all-mondays.html' title='A Monday to end all Mondays'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-183289442657115643</id><published>2008-04-18T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:50:03.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Joe had a recording session and didn't get home until late which means I stayed up waaay past my bedtime.  Then, this morning I had coffee with no breakfast.  That means I am one hyper chick this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also finally caught up on my American Idol watching.  I absolutely cannot believe that Michael Johns got kicked off.  I was so disappointed.  He had such an easy-going way about him and I loved it.  Oh well.  However, it was definitely time for Kristy Lee Cook to go.  See ya sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school yesterday I went to Union High School to be a judge for the Union Drill team.  That was such a great experience!  I would love to do it again (hint hint Lauren).  It was amazing to see some of the talent those young girls had...and some of the talent others did not have!  I recognized one of the girls as a student I had in school last year, but I couldn't remember her name.  I think it was Kaylen or something.  Anyway, that was a lot of fun and I am so glad that dancing is a part of my life again.  I truly missed it after my first year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking forward to the weekend.  Tonight I am getting some time with one of my besties.  We are just going to chill and enjoy the fact that tomorrow we DON'T HAVE SCHOOL!  Although I do still have to get up in the morning.  Joe and I are participating in a walk to raise money for MS with his company.  So far I have raised over $100!  Then, we are going to lunch with my cousin and his wife and get to see their baby for the second time since he was born back in either September or October.  I can't believe I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it is going to be a busy weekend, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks once again for a lovely day and the power of your presence in my life.  Help me to keep my tongue controlled and forgive me for the things I have said that are not pleasing to you.  Give me a supernatural strength and joy to finish my day and be a witness to your children.  Be with all the women in my life group and help us to grow as one in you.  I love you so much and thank you for all you do in my life!  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-183289442657115643?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/183289442657115643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=183289442657115643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/183289442657115643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/183289442657115643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-673837490413319157</id><published>2008-04-17T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:32:04.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-energized</title><content type='html'>So since yesterday I have had a little inspiration to brighten my life.  Joe and I went to Wal-Mart together, something we haven't done in forever!  We talked about how I was feeling and he really encouraged me.  Then, I got a response from two teachers on a teacher website about how bad I was feeling in regard to teaching and they assured me that after 30 years of teaching they still get stressed and depressed every spring.  I guess it is just one of those cycles that every teacher goes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am supposed to be judging the Union High Steppers tryouts for my friend Lauren.  I'm really excited to see how other tryouts go and to be a part of such a neat program.  Plus, I get some extra cash to put towards my Greece trip next summer!  I really wish I had something just a bit more exciting to type about, but at this point teaching and doing extra jobs for cash is my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I just want to thank you for what is turning out to be a wonderful day!  Thanks for being the one who orders everything in my life for a purpose that is more than I can imagine.  Be with me today as I choose what words to speak over my students and Joe.  Help to love them with your love so that I'm not a part of it.  You are awesome and amazing, more so each and every day.  I love you and want to serve you.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Thanks for all the money you've sent my way for the MS walk on Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-673837490413319157?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/673837490413319157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=673837490413319157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/673837490413319157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/673837490413319157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/re-energized.html' title='Re-energized'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-3555655478168577163</id><published>2008-04-16T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:24:23.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Blog Number 2</title><content type='html'>Joe says he was proud of me for doing the blog yesterday, so here goes day 2.  I have less than four minutes until the bell rings and I am just trying to chill and relax at this point.  I'm sad that I left my cheesecake ball and crackers at home today.  Those would have provided some great therapy at lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Period: So my student who kept falling asleep yesterday started it again.  My solution?  He has to take his test standing up.  It seems to be working so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Here's my deal with blogs.  My life is really not that interesting.  Who would really want to read about my boring life?  I think it is kind of egotistical to think people care enough about your life to read all the details.  I know I certainly don't care about other people's lives enough to read their blogs so what makes me think they want to read mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I am going to make a list of all my pet peeves.  That should provide for some interesting reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thanks for such a beautiful day!  And thanks for a husband who knows when I need to go to bed so that I can function the next day!  You are such an awesome God, and just speaking with you brightens my day.  Help me to control my tongue and speak well of the students I interact with each and every day.  Be with Joe and everyone in my life group today.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-3555655478168577163?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3555655478168577163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=3555655478168577163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3555655478168577163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/3555655478168577163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-number-2.html' title='Blog Number 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4196698284001959402.post-1456162976219641602</id><published>2008-04-15T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:58:24.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm not really into this whole blogging thing.  However, Joe says he thinks it may be therapeutic for me.  Who knows.  I'm willing to give it a shot.  My first period is my worst class this year.  I have twenty something boys and 6 or less girls everyday.  It's pretty much my worst nightmare, with the exception of 3rd hour from my first year of teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the first day of state testing, which means I have my first period for three whole hours!  They have been so-so, but wow!  I had one kid combing his hair, who also got mad at me for making him stop.  I have one kid who I have had to nudge awake about 50 times.  I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bathroom break I could hear five of the boys slamming the bathroom doors and talking all the way down the hall.  Those five will not be getting bathroom breaks tomorrow.  I guess I'll wait and see how the rest of my day goes to see if this provides the therapy I am searching for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant me some peace and joy to make it through the rest of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4196698284001959402-1456162976219641602?l=cokesgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1456162976219641602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4196698284001959402&amp;postID=1456162976219641602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1456162976219641602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4196698284001959402/posts/default/1456162976219641602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokesgrl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01269703583706093583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irxmq0rDEGE/TSkwqTYIFlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2m_p7Ba3IXw/S220/IMG_2189.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
