<?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-5772838300390835255</id><updated>2011-08-11T11:08:46.281-04:00</updated><category term='away we go'/><title type='text'>THE TYPING QUEEN</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the owner of my own at-home transcription business called The Typing Queen.  I transcribe medical and legal dictation, but blog about being a work-at-home mother and mother in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-1046242629310849276</id><published>2011-08-10T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:45:26.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NEGATIVE ENERGY IN MY CIRCLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpEtJsh3uJc/TkKzRXsrZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AEb8eoIkoUo/s1600/No_Negative_Energy_bigger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpEtJsh3uJc/TkKzRXsrZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AEb8eoIkoUo/s320/No_Negative_Energy_bigger.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639266794421839826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         No negative energy in my circle is a motto or saying that I have made my calling card for sometime now.  I base my everyday struggles and accomplishments on this saying that I believe in.  So much has been going on since The Typing Queen has last written.  Its funny how time really does fly and life is just a continous journey.  With the craziness and hussle and bussle of life sometimes we forget to take time to enjoy all the happiness given to us.  My son is now in high school and my daughter begins middle school.  While I can look at those 2 accomplishments of theirs and be sad that they are growing up, I can also feel fulfilled as a parent that they are continuing their journeys towards fulfilling accomplishments for their futures.  Keeping the negativity away is sometimes easier said than done, but when it comes down to it, it is more rewarding and fulfilling to have peace sourrounding you towards your journey, rather than drama.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-1046242629310849276?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/1046242629310849276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-negative-energy-in-my-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/1046242629310849276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/1046242629310849276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-negative-energy-in-my-circle.html' title='NO NEGATIVE ENERGY IN MY CIRCLE'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpEtJsh3uJc/TkKzRXsrZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AEb8eoIkoUo/s72-c/No_Negative_Energy_bigger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-3207796187111938431</id><published>2009-09-08T10:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:13:29.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL TIME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SqZlhfnJEcI/AAAAAAAAADs/8gEaxIpHUag/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SqZlhfnJEcI/AAAAAAAAADs/8gEaxIpHUag/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379098431036395970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that summer has come and gone.  Unfortunately the weather did not agree with us.  Today we will see the end of summertime fun and the beginning of the school craze.  First days of school are always exciting and nerve-wracking.  The kids are excited about what to expect, meeting their friends, making new ones, and of course, being able to finally wear their new school clothes.  Parents on the other hand are full of delight and anxiety.  Delight that the children are back on a scheduled regiment but full of anxiety because you want your child to have a great day.  The school bells will ring soon to start the new year off with a bang.  Buses are busy escorting students to the schools to begin their first of 180 days of learning.  I can only guess the happiness the kids will show when they receive their first nights homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-3207796187111938431?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/3207796187111938431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3207796187111938431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3207796187111938431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-time.html' title='SCHOOL TIME!!'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SqZlhfnJEcI/AAAAAAAAADs/8gEaxIpHUag/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-8576508347746759801</id><published>2009-08-20T10:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:41:01.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY FUN NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/So1fN6GWXkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ra_DiHfWefc/s1600-h/family-fun-night.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/So1fN6GWXkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ra_DiHfWefc/s320/family-fun-night.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372054623061696066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Fun Night has always been a very important part of our family.  It is the time of week that everyone counts down to.  No matter what is going on during the week at 6:00 on Friday evening, everyone is home and ready to begin our night of fun.  I love seeing the smiles on my children's faces when we spend together time.  As parents, these are the most precious memories that me and my husband are so honored to share with them.  Friday evenings at our home are when we begin our traditional Family Fun Night.  It is when we are at the end of our long and hectic week of running errands and handling work schedules that we are able to take a breath and relax with each other.  We begin our nights by playing board games and watching a movie, while popping popcorn and ordering pizza.  The night is full of laughter and happiness.  I treasure the times that I share with my family and know that by the expressions on their faces they truly appreciate and love our family tradition of Family Fun Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-8576508347746759801?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/8576508347746759801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-fun-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8576508347746759801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8576508347746759801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-fun-night.html' title='FAMILY FUN NIGHT'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/So1fN6GWXkI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ra_DiHfWefc/s72-c/family-fun-night.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-2655597366579203972</id><published>2009-07-22T09:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:18:09.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BROTHER OF MINE -GONE TO SOON, GONE TO YOUNG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SmcUSYUb1YI/AAAAAAAAADM/9xEKBARSrzA/s1600-h/Brother_Plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SmcUSYUb1YI/AAAAAAAAADM/9xEKBARSrzA/s320/Brother_Plaque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361276187406226818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am seemingly lost.  Lost in thought and memories.  I am thinking of my brother who would have turned 39 today.  It seems like just yesterday that we lost him, yet he was all of 22 when he died.  The bond we had still feels strong and binding.  My brother was younger than me, yet I considered him my 'big brother'.  We did practically everything together.  Hung in the same circles, went to the same schools.  Memories make it tolerable, but sad.  I am sad that he has never met my husband.  I am sad that he has never met my children.  I am sad that he never experienced the joy of marriage and children.  There is a void there that will never be filled, but the joy of memories will forever live on.  Happy Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-2655597366579203972?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/2655597366579203972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/brother-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2655597366579203972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2655597366579203972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/brother-of-mine.html' title='BROTHER OF MINE -GONE TO SOON, GONE TO YOUNG!'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SmcUSYUb1YI/AAAAAAAAADM/9xEKBARSrzA/s72-c/Brother_Plaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-3946025926057991022</id><published>2009-07-17T13:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:47:13.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momfinitions</title><content type='html'>Twitter Moms and Parent Connect are having a fun and easy contest.  Write 5 "Momfinitions" and get cash -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my Momfinitions -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cranky pants -  What typically occurs when a child misses a nap, or it is definitely time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, its past 8 o'clock, no wonder they have cranky pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Toynado - This occurs when when all the toys are spread out as if a tornado had just passed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This toynado needs to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Aggrenoyer - this is when one sibling becomes the aggrevator while the other sibling is the annoyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop aggrenoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Degrime Time - This is another word for bath time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now officially Degrime Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  crankyface - this is another way to describe a pouty child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the crankface, smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.parentsconnect.com/articles/mom-definitions.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/fun-easy-contest-write-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-3946025926057991022?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/3946025926057991022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/momfinitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3946025926057991022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3946025926057991022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/momfinitions.html' title='Momfinitions'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-4410217678654553181</id><published>2009-07-09T12:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:15:06.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ANNOYING SUCKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SlYdNCAll4I/AAAAAAAAADA/AX_rctKEy_Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SlYdNCAll4I/AAAAAAAAADA/AX_rctKEy_Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356500916518623106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could describe the mosquito in one word I would have to say ANNOYING.  My daughter is severely allergic to this sucking annoyance.  In order to venture out after dusk we have to do our daily routine of long pants/shirts, spray her down with bug repellent, and carry her EpiPen, all to rush to the car to get where we need to go, hoping and praying along the way she is not stung that quickly.  The aftermath of being bitten is horrible, breathing problems, extreme swelling, redness, and itchiness to name a few.  I find myself cringing at the thought and sight of more rain.  We are extremely proactive in our quest to kill this insect.  We have tried it all, bug sprays in every form, mosquito magnets, bug zappers, bug nettings, fog guards all to no avail.  The little annoyers seem more powerful than all I have found.  I need to invent the special concoction that can overtake these blood suckers once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-4410217678654553181?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/4410217678654553181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/annoying-suckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/4410217678654553181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/4410217678654553181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/annoying-suckers.html' title='THE ANNOYING SUCKERS'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SlYdNCAll4I/AAAAAAAAADA/AX_rctKEy_Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-2508424240860518806</id><published>2009-07-03T09:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:49:27.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY TRADITIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sk4KpAYqeiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GAisr-yuJH0/s1600-h/AX2XVOUCAK5LLV0CA6RIVLACAPQ9B2CCAKODN5YCAIEMLAICAW5A07FCAAOJ4ZPCANVDNSLCA63G505CA9J5VU5CA7WSZX3CALRXE07CARHOYTMCAPK9E68CAXOHGFFCAKZJIF4CA1JCI2QCAG38AEO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sk4KpAYqeiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GAisr-yuJH0/s320/AX2XVOUCAK5LLV0CA6RIVLACAPQ9B2CCAKODN5YCAIEMLAICAW5A07FCAAOJ4ZPCANVDNSLCA63G505CA9J5VU5CA7WSZX3CALRXE07CARHOYTMCAPK9E68CAXOHGFFCAKZJIF4CA1JCI2QCAG38AEO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354228706584459810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family traditions are very important.  You do not realize how important they are until you are able to share them with your own children.  I am blessed to be able to share my tradition of the 4th of July with my children.  The 4th of July has always been a very special holiday to me.  Growing up we would have the family tradition of going to our summer camp and spending time with family.  The BBQ and fire pits would stay going the whole weekend long.  This was common place growing up.  We would swim all day, and do sparklers at night by the fire pit.  As I got older it is a tradition that has continued with my brothers.  We would continue the tradition of getting together and going camping together for the weekend.  I so truly cherish all of the memories, and enjoy even more being able to look back at the photographs and laugh at the memories created by all of the good times.  As the years progressed we shared our tradition and special time with our boyfriends/girlfriends and then our spouses. We still continue the family tradition of camping for the 4th of July.  Our children have known no other way of celebrating this beautiful holiday other than camping with each other by the fire pit, while watching the fireworks and doing sparklers.  Everyone becomes eager with anticipation as the time for the great holiday approaches.  Creating new memories each year makes it all worthwhile.  I can hardly contain my excitment as it is now that time of year once again.  Get the campground ready, here we come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-2508424240860518806?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/2508424240860518806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2508424240860518806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2508424240860518806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-traditions.html' title='FAMILY TRADITIONS'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sk4KpAYqeiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GAisr-yuJH0/s72-c/AX2XVOUCAK5LLV0CA6RIVLACAPQ9B2CCAKODN5YCAIEMLAICAW5A07FCAAOJ4ZPCANVDNSLCA63G505CA9J5VU5CA7WSZX3CALRXE07CARHOYTMCAPK9E68CAXOHGFFCAKZJIF4CA1JCI2QCAG38AEO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-230727097295425224</id><published>2009-06-29T10:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:45:22.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkjSEAOC4KI/AAAAAAAAACw/_EBl2XOMOAI/s1600-h/noplacelikehomecolorvm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkjSEAOC4KI/AAAAAAAAACw/_EBl2XOMOAI/s320/noplacelikehomecolorvm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352759123350053026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally, we made it!  Don't get me wrong, I do love to venture away from my home, but have come to realize that there is definitely no place like home.  Short visits away are rejuvenating and relaxing, but any longer than that to visit relatives is to long.  With my kids getting older now they tend to want to stay around their own neighborhood with their friends rather than do the visiting thing.  Vacations and camping is one thing they look forward to, but to simply visit another, is just not their cup of tea.  I can completely relate to them and think back when I was a young child.  My brothers and I could not wait to begin our vacations with our mother and father, we counted the time down to when we would be leaving and the anticipation alone was nerve wracking.  Unfortunately, having to do the weekend visits to relatives took the zest out of the thrill.  Visiting was fine, in short sporatic phrases, but anymore than that and we just dreamed of vacation time or thought of what our friends would be doing.  Thinking back makes me truly relate with my children.  Home is a special place.  Having that special feeling and coziness is something I truly am blessed my children can experience.  Wanting to go home - is no better phrase that I as a parent can hear - it only reinforces the bond and specialness that have developed with my children.  Are we home yet? -has a nice ring to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-230727097295425224?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/230727097295425224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/230727097295425224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/230727097295425224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkjSEAOC4KI/AAAAAAAAACw/_EBl2XOMOAI/s72-c/noplacelikehomecolorvm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-2541761135900084139</id><published>2009-06-26T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:40:43.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ZUMBA CRAZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkTUJ0XMs2I/AAAAAAAAACo/1obhijL093E/s1600-h/material-zumba-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkTUJ0XMs2I/AAAAAAAAACo/1obhijL093E/s320/material-zumba-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351635522362848098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zumba anyone?  I know I did not know what it was at first either.  I can now truly say I am hooked.  Zumba is amazing.  I recently attended my first class and can say it was awesome.  It is a dancing and aerobic class with latin music.  You just move with the music.  I am not normally one for taking classes at a gym. I prefer to just do my walking thing around the neighborhood with the other moms.  Unfortunately, with the way the weather has been - unpredictable - I needed to find another outlet.  Zumba was it.  For one full hour I was able to do my thing and not worry about whether I was doing it right.  I did not look at the time while doing the workout.  I did not wonder when it was going to be over.  I just went with it and enjoyed it completely.  I can't wait for the next class!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-2541761135900084139?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/2541761135900084139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/zumba-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2541761135900084139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/2541761135900084139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/zumba-craze.html' title='THE ZUMBA CRAZE'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkTUJ0XMs2I/AAAAAAAAACo/1obhijL093E/s72-c/material-zumba-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-4170142897257595632</id><published>2009-06-23T08:46:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:58:13.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERTIME</title><content type='html'>It is the countdown.  It starts today.  Can you guess?    Kids count it down beginning in September.  It is officially the last day of school.  Can you believe it?  It just does not seem possible.  Were they really in school already for a full school year?  I begin to question myself, but realize that yes, it is that special time of year once again.  Summer will officially begin for kids this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDQCM6gChI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZTF_TkpQPzk/s1600-h/6a00d8341e38b153ef0112791c4f5f28a4-320wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDQCM6gChI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZTF_TkpQPzk/s320/6a00d8341e38b153ef0112791c4f5f28a4-320wi.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350505093561059858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am brought back to my own memories when I was young and how excited my brothers and I would become at the last day of school.  We would pack up the car and head to our summer place at Beaver Lake in Derry, NH.  The joy in our faces and happiness we felt when we hit our destination.  Only than did we feel like summer had begun. Bike riding, swimming, flashlight hide-and-go seek, were just a few of the many things that occupied our time during our great escape. Unfortunately, I also have many memories of my bouts with poison ivy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDbdxjc03I/AAAAAAAAACY/VJrjOpXjZVQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDbdxjc03I/AAAAAAAAACY/VJrjOpXjZVQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517661880865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how the kids today will be.  Making summer plans, cooking out, swimming, slip and slides, sprinklers, are just a few of the things all kids look forward to.  Summer is a time for no schedules and being spontantous.  It is a time for fun and games, no matter what your age.  Lets all have that inner-child in all of us surface, if only for a short visit.  Enjoy your summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDe2cq7TRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y8bvi-sjyhw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDe2cq7TRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y8bvi-sjyhw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521384306691346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-4170142897257595632?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/4170142897257595632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/4170142897257595632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/4170142897257595632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime.html' title='SUMMERTIME'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SkDQCM6gChI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZTF_TkpQPzk/s72-c/6a00d8341e38b153ef0112791c4f5f28a4-320wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-106214797107029116</id><published>2009-06-18T15:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:03:54.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIBLING RIVALRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjqXLu4ACiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tbe1dIAAqPI/s1600-h/boys-fighting-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjqXLu4ACiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tbe1dIAAqPI/s320/boys-fighting-cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348753735273155106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it end?  Please explain to me why they fight constantly - continuously.  I do remember when they enjoyed each other's company. Why all of a sudden is it like pulling teeth for them to get along!  Please just one day I ask for without fighting.  Will this end soon?  How long does it last?  So many questions, so little time.  Time now to referee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-106214797107029116?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/106214797107029116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/sibling-rivalry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/106214797107029116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/106214797107029116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/sibling-rivalry.html' title='SIBLING RIVALRY'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjqXLu4ACiI/AAAAAAAAACA/tbe1dIAAqPI/s72-c/boys-fighting-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-8175153040355139173</id><published>2009-06-18T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:47:23.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAILY DOINGS OF A WORK-AT-HOME MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjptZ2O2IaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BLhG6wQ5zRM/s1600-h/typist-copyright2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjptZ2O2IaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BLhG6wQ5zRM/s320/typist-copyright2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707798277824930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is that time again - the daily doings of the Typing Queen.  Working from home does have its advantages, albeit -minor ones, but I have graciously gotten use to these advantages, and look forward to them.  One being, quiet time when the kids are in school.  This soon will end when the bell rings for summer to begin. I will then be readjusting my schedule and figuring out once again how to work around their schedules and needs in order to keep my deadlines on track.  Deadlines - a word that sometimes just makes me shutter.  Sometimes, I just feel like putting my feet up and turning on the tv to watch - whatever, but I have to be vigilant in my quest to stay ahead of the game and keep the work flowing timely.  Becoming side-tracked while home working, is very easy, and understandable.  I could constantly be doing some form of housework at all hours of the day, but I focus on my schedule and remind myself to, sure, throw a load of laundry in, but not to worry about top to bottom cleaning, especially when the clock is ticking and a deadline is looming.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-8175153040355139173?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/8175153040355139173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/daily-doings-of-work-at-home-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8175153040355139173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8175153040355139173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/daily-doings-of-work-at-home-mom.html' title='DAILY DOINGS OF A WORK-AT-HOME MOM'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjptZ2O2IaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BLhG6wQ5zRM/s72-c/typist-copyright2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-8670149642704831754</id><published>2009-06-16T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:14:40.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TEENAGE YEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjlqyDEny5I/AAAAAAAAABA/-OdZaqj560g/s1600-h/JOHNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjlqyDEny5I/AAAAAAAAABA/-OdZaqj560g/s320/JOHNNY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348423440529869714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bittersweet day today. My sweet, adorable boy turned 13 today. A big milestone in a child's life. He is now officially a teenager, and I don't know who he is. It seems that he has completely changed within the last year. He was beginning the metamorphasis into a teenager. I remember when he was 2 he would run up and hug me forever. When he was 3 he would race around in his Jeff Gordon car, waiting for me to run after him. When he was 4 he did not like leaving for preschool. When he was 5 and 6 he would love going to the park or outings together. When he was 7 he was full of questions and always loved to talk. When he was 8 and 9 he couldn't wait to come home from school and fill me in on his day. When he was 10 and 11 he never questioned my reasoning. Now he says he is "too grown-up" for almost everything. The once happy-go-lucky boy is now constantly argumentative and confrontational. I know he is in there somewhere - I just have to be patient enough to realize that the monster that has hold of him now - known as puberty - will eventually subside and peace and tranquility will once again be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-8670149642704831754?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/8670149642704831754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/teenage-years_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8670149642704831754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/8670149642704831754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/teenage-years_16.html' title='THE TEENAGE YEARS'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjlqyDEny5I/AAAAAAAAABA/-OdZaqj560g/s72-c/JOHNNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-3313046698883078167</id><published>2009-06-16T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:37:03.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD AND NEW MEMORIES OF RECITALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlh6RrruiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/boXeweR9o64/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlh6RrruiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/boXeweR9o64/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413686286105122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD AND NEW MEMORIES OF RECITALS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell it? Can you feel it? Can you hear it? It happens this time every year. RECITAL TIME!!! No, that is not the clanking of my keyboard you hear, it is the sound of clanking tap shoes and shuffling of ballet and jazz shoes. I had the honor to attend my daughter's recital this past weekend and while there had the memories of my past recitals come back in full swing. Recitals are like initiations of childhood. I can still clearly see myself and all the work that went into preparing for the big day. Having been through the dance classes growing up I have a better understanding and appreciation for all my daughter sacrified this year for her special day. Dance classes in my opinion bring out greatness and character. A young dancer is able to learn grace and dignity and that all the hard work does pay-off, in the form of an audience eagerly awaiting the performance. My daughter showed me how it is important to treasure memories in order to be able to share them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-3313046698883078167?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/3313046698883078167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-and-new-memories-of-recitals_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3313046698883078167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3313046698883078167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-and-new-memories-of-recitals_16.html' title='OLD AND NEW MEMORIES OF RECITALS'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlh6RrruiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/boXeweR9o64/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-3765307944442420530</id><published>2009-06-08T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:18:00.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away we go'/><title type='text'>June 2009 -AWAY WE GO CONTEST ON TWITTER MOMS - WHAT DOES HOME MEAN TO ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlrkg8V3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/uGSfGgd0iHs/s1600-h/FAMILY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlrkg8V3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/uGSfGgd0iHs/s320/FAMILY.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348424307541663250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to me is all about family.  My husband and I bought our beautiful home after searching long and hard.  Making sure that we would find the "perfect" home for our family to make our memories and keep traditions strong.  After much searching we found our home and have raised out 2 beautiful children in our home - loving every minute of it.  What we have come to realize though,  is that it is our  family that is the most important part of the home circle, and that it did not matter what the house looked like,  i.e., mansion, or cottage, because where we lived is where we made a beautiful home together.   The love that a family shows to each other daily regardless of the house they live in is what matters.  Family is all about love - unconditionally -regardless of any status symbols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and treasure the time that we spend with each other.  We have made our house a beautiful home just by showing each other the love and respect that we have for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/away-we-go-contest-tell-us"&gt;http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/away-we-go-contest-tell-us&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-3765307944442420530?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/3765307944442420530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009-away-we-go-contest-on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3765307944442420530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/3765307944442420530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009-away-we-go-contest-on-twitter.html' title='June 2009 -AWAY WE GO CONTEST ON TWITTER MOMS - WHAT DOES HOME MEAN TO ME'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/Sjlrkg8V3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/uGSfGgd0iHs/s72-c/FAMILY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-5948648692077982337</id><published>2009-05-07T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:08:56.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Role of the Paralegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been involved in the legal field as a paralegal and legal secretary for approximatel 20 years.  In that time frame I have had the opportunity to work with many lawyers.    I have had the foresight of being able to not so much judge a book by its cover, but quickly understand the very different personalities in a variety of law firm settings that you come across.  I have been able to pinpoint exactly the type of lawyer I will be placed with to work side by side as quick as shaking the persons hand for the first time.  Many are very comfortable in their role and do not attempt to negate or patronize a fellow worker,while others are very quick to play the role of boss to their fullest extent.  Little do those who have the boss mentality know that their work needs us to get them out the door to do their jobs.  A paralegal has a very high standard to keep.  They have to dot all the i's, and check and recheck their work in order that the lawyer is able to go before the court.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772838300390835255-5948648692077982337?l=typingqueen23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/feeds/5948648692077982337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/05/role-of-paralegal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/5948648692077982337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772838300390835255/posts/default/5948648692077982337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typingqueen23.blogspot.com/2009/05/role-of-paralegal.html' title='The Role of the Paralegal'/><author><name>Dawn Noe Matthews</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17187833920859750719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SgHu3lTX9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r8ZPSng2vxI/S220/Typing+Queen+Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772838300390835255.post-1111484120477351498</id><published>2009-05-06T00:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:55:21.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Positive Outlook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjpxceGnT0I/AAAAAAAAABY/7M8yWoVromg/s1600-h/pevz-banner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR3-We_UzMM/SjpxceGnT0I/AAAAAAAAABY/7M8yWoVromg/s320/pevz-banner.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712241386966850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Typing Queen is on a quest to rid the world of negative energy.  I have been working in my field as a transcriptionist for many years, and during this time have come across many different people.  Many different personalities, with many stories that go along with the sad, angry and sometimes happy faces that I have been lucky to have met.  "No negative energy in my circle" is a saying created by myself years ago.  It is also one in which I truly believe in wholeheatedly. This is said to mean that life is worth more than all the worry we place upon ourselves. We must all reach above the negative and move forward to see the silver lining.  Negative energy is very draining as well as time consuming.  The amount of time a person places upon a negative thought, or action is indescribable in comparision to the positive energy and actions that they reach for.   It does not take much to acquire positive energy, we just must not let the negative dominate our lives.  A good word to our neighbor, a helping hand to our foe, will all play a part in renewing the joy and positive energy in all.  I realize unfortunately that there are times more recently than before that a person may find it hard to put a smile on their face, or take the time to enjoy a beautiful day, but if we put the extra effort into it, the joy will be back to us with many benefits.  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