<?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-13056844</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:31.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K</title><subtitle type='html'>The craziness called my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-116353457441527890</id><published>2006-11-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:02:54.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I am just today.  There are many things to do and I feel no desire to do them.  I ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-116353457441527890?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/116353457441527890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=116353457441527890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/116353457441527890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/116353457441527890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114990668021767090</id><published>2006-06-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:31:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things God chooses to reveal</title><content type='html'>The things I have learned this week are astounding.  God reveals things that we are not even aware of in our lives.  I am thankful that He allows us to understand, and I am glad that He doesn't let us learn too much, too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114990668021767090?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114990668021767090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114990668021767090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114990668021767090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114990668021767090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-god-chooses-to-reveal.html' title='The things God chooses to reveal'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114552903110767913</id><published>2006-04-20T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:30:31.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Steps</title><content type='html'>Life is full of them...Big Steps...And I am about to try a new, BIG one. Today I am going to bid on a new teaching assignment...6th grade, general education! I have not taught my own gen ed class in eleven years and it is a scary and exciting thought. In some ways I feel like I am bailing on my current students, but I need a change for me. It is weird to think I am going to make such a drastic shift, but there is also a nice feeling of peace about the idea of this change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 2:21&lt;br /&gt;He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the Lord's wisdom in all things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114552903110767913?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114552903110767913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114552903110767913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114552903110767913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114552903110767913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-steps.html' title='Big Steps'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114234030243138283</id><published>2006-03-14T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:45:02.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>LIFE IS GOOD and LAUGHTER IS FANTASTIC ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114234030243138283?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114234030243138283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114234030243138283' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114234030243138283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114234030243138283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/03/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114227057937810088</id><published>2006-03-13T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:22:59.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Following His Will</title><content type='html'>Man, it can be tough to follow what you know is right when you really want to do something else.... Anyone who knows me, knows I love teaching and working with kids, well I have been trying to decide what to do for next year and I don't think a change is in God's Plans for me.  I would love to go back to the 6th grade, but with the impact I am having at the high school, I think He wants me to remain there.  It is challenging work, and I don't fully enjoy the challenge, but, if that is where he wants me, that is where I need to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114227057937810088?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114227057937810088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114227057937810088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114227057937810088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114227057937810088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/03/following-his-will.html' title='Following His Will'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114193329304183544</id><published>2006-03-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:41:33.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be an American</title><content type='html'>One of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside, here in&lt;br /&gt;California. He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming&lt;br /&gt;people were to him, and his troops, everywhere he goes, telling me how&lt;br /&gt;people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and&lt;br /&gt;fight, for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have them&lt;br /&gt;&gt; also. But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he&lt;br /&gt;stopped at yesterday, on his way home from the base He said that ahead&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha. He&lt;br /&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; U.S. flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached&lt;br /&gt;up and touched the pin, and said proudly," Yes, I always wear it and&lt;br /&gt;probably always will."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to&lt;br /&gt;stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi. A gentleman&lt;br /&gt;standing behind my son stepped forward, putting his arm around my son's&lt;br /&gt;shoulders, and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;the Iraqi woman:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have&lt;br /&gt;fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY country and accuse a&lt;br /&gt;check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need to be there&lt;br /&gt;today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out&lt;br /&gt;&gt; so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way&lt;br /&gt;back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you&lt;br /&gt;are obviously here in MY country to avoid."Everyone within hearing&lt;br /&gt;distance cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ; IF YOU AGREE__ X __ Pass this on to all your proud American friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114193329304183544?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114193329304183544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114193329304183544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114193329304183544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114193329304183544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/03/proud-to-be-american.html' title='Proud to be an American'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114183958525717785</id><published>2006-03-08T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:39:45.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>Some days there are so many things you want to say, but they just don't come out.  I have such a desire to express myself but I just can't find the words.  I have so much running around my head....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114183958525717785?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114183958525717785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114183958525717785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114183958525717785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114183958525717785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114123070581101285</id><published>2006-03-01T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:31:45.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough to leave your kids</title><content type='html'>Man, today was tough getting out of my house. My 4 yr old woke up at 4:45 am and did not want to go back to sleep. I was getting ready for work and she kept saying that she didn't want me to go. She cried and wrapped her arms around my neck...it is difficult to resist those beautiful brown eyes. I tried to explain in 4 yr old language why I needed to go to work, but she didn't care. Wow, what a way to start your day...That much love is incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114123070581101285?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114123070581101285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114123070581101285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114123070581101285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114123070581101285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/03/tough-to-leave-your-kids.html' title='Tough to leave your kids'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-114020334372548088</id><published>2006-02-17T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:09:03.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing a Day Off</title><content type='html'>It is amazing, no matter how much you love you job, you still need a day off now and then to recoupe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-114020334372548088?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/114020334372548088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=114020334372548088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114020334372548088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/114020334372548088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/02/needing-day-off.html' title='Needing a Day Off'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-113959550666497570</id><published>2006-02-10T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:18:26.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job</title><content type='html'>It is interesting what children/young adults say when you listen.  The other day I was told I was the best teacher, so I asked why.  The response surprised me!  It wasn't because I was that knowledgeable about English; it wasn't because I could say amazing things; it wasn't because I gave them more or less work than any other teacher...I was because I listen, I truely care about what happens to them, and Because I share parts of my life with them.  It is amazing that such a little thing as showing you care can make such a BIG Difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-113959550666497570?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/113959550666497570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=113959550666497570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/113959550666497570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/113959550666497570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/02/job.html' title='The Job'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-113949275486059456</id><published>2006-02-09T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:45:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>It is amazing that this world can have such pain.  How do people survive without God?  If I did not have Him in my life, I truely don't think I would still be here. &lt;br /&gt;I am glad that God is a BIG God!  I don't know how he knows what we can handle, but He seems to know.  I can't believe the strenght He is willing to give to his people.&lt;br /&gt;All Praise to The One True God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-113949275486059456?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/113949275486059456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=113949275486059456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/113949275486059456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/113949275486059456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2006/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13056844.post-112799594654558817</id><published>2005-09-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T05:12:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did time speed up?</title><content type='html'>Man, I turned around and time just passed me like I was standing still!  I have now been teaching for 10 years and I feel like I just started yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13056844-112799594654558817?l=heyspecialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/feeds/112799594654558817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13056844&amp;postID=112799594654558817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/112799594654558817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13056844/posts/default/112799594654558817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyspecialk.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-did-time-speed-up.html' title='When did time speed up?'/><author><name>Special_K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15260238290419339477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
