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I had a funny flashback today...well actually a few flashbacks....

Not my proudest moment of being a student teacher, but one of my favorites.  I had a particularly "creative" and difficult student.  He was street wise years beyond most.  One day he asked me about a particular term and its meaning.  You would have to know this boy to truly understand, but he is a master manipulator and he was enjoying the fact that he thought of a way to say a seriously derogatory term to a teacher without consequence.  With a flat affect, I responded with, "You know, I am not sure, why don't you Google it."  Oops.  Luckily I didn't receive any angry parent phone calls, but as soon as it came out of my mouth, I knew I should have handled the situation in a more professional manner with a lengthy teachery response about how the term wasn't appropriate in society let alone the school setting.

Oh well.

Anyways.  So after Haley went to bed and I finished folding laundry--I decided to wind down by messing around on the internet.  I was searching for something on Google, and my searched Google history popped up, and I had a good laugh about all the dumb stuff I have Googled.  Being a new Mom, I am CONSTANTLY using Google.  

So I decided to Google myself.  I actually become very alarmed.  When I Googled "Breanna Abbott of Kansas", the first thing that popped up was my gift registry connected with Target for baby Haley.  Pretty harmless, but still kinda odd.  I saw some stuff from Emporia and graduation.  But the things that bothered me was, for example, there was some no name website for local events.  And one event that was posted on there was the Beebe BBQ at our home.  I guess the website, somehow, got the information from Facebook which makes me question Facebook's privacy.  I am not a fan of that at all.  

Then I decided to Google myself with my maiden name connected to Basehor.  I ended up finding lots of articles from high school sports.  That was actually a lot of fun to read.   It took me back to my basketball/volleyball days of high school *sigh*.  

"But the Lady Jaguars just wouldn't go away. After Breanna Beebe capped off a three point play with a made free throw, the Lady Jaguars came right back down the floor and scored a quick bucket to make it 43-42, with two minutes remaining. Then, perhaps more important than the three points she had just contributed, Beebe fouled out after a Mill Valley steal and sent Lady Jags freshman Maggie Barnett to the line. Barnett missed both free throws, leaving the Lady Bobcats only to run out the clock, and ensure victory."
I found a Google image that went with the original article. 

I simply miss basketball being a part of who I am.  It is evident from Google search, that it was clearly a big part of my past.  Maybe someday I'll coach my daughter or play in an old lady's league.  I could play one-on-one with Ian, but he never plays nice ; ) 

Welllll I hope that was as fun for you as it was for me.  So go forth and Google.  Google yourself and Google others because that is the cool thing to do apparently.  More than likely, if you Google myself you will end up finding my blog, sports, school, and apparently my gift registry for Haley.  Nothing too exciting, but hey, I enjoyed it.  

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