<?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-5135667307168384439</id><updated>2011-11-15T09:24:19.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-de-da-da</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on all things media. Movies, TV, Music, Books</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1691462932708874370</id><published>2010-11-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:58:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top SNL Skits</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is a change from my usual movie top 5, but after watching SNL on Saturday, with John Hamm (swoon) and laughing hysterically at the Ronnie and Clyde digital Short with Andy Sanberg and Rihanna I started thinking about some of my favorite SNL skits. This is such a debatable topic because so many people have views of when SNL was the best. If you ask my Parents it was best with the original cast, others my age might say it was when Chris Farley, Phil Hartman and Adam Sandler were on. I must admit, that I am totally in love with the current cast. Regardless of what your favorite cast was, I know you can all think of at least 2 or 3 of your all time favorite skits. So comment away. I couldn't narrow it down to just 5, so here are my top 20. Yup, I said 20. I chose skits based on the lasting effect they've had on me, either I continue to laugh hysterically when I think of it, or I continually quote it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20:&lt;/strong&gt; "Strategery" Who doesn't love Will Ferrell as George W. Bush. He made it so funny and never cracked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19:&lt;/strong&gt; MacGruber: These skits that were 30 seconds right before a commercial got me every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18:&lt;/strong&gt; Spartan Cheerleaders: Taco, Burrito, what's coming out of your speedo. Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17:&lt;/strong&gt; Gap Girls: Chris Farley eating all those french fries and when David Spade and Adam Sandler as girls make fun of her/him, he yells "I'm hungry so back off" in a deep voice, gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16:&lt;/strong&gt; Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handy: I loved these affirmations. I really miss them, I wish they were still on. "I wish I had a dollar for every time I spent a dollar, because then, yahoo! I'd have all my money back." I dare you to not smile right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:&lt;/strong&gt; Celebrity Jeopardy: Will Ferrell as Alex Tribeck classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:&lt;/strong&gt; Matt Foley Motivational Speaker: Chris Farley yelling that you don't want to "LIVE IN A VAN, DOWN BY THE RIVER" always followed up by him breaking a table by falling on it just cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:&lt;/strong&gt; Patrick Swayze and Chris Farley auditioning to be Chippendale Dancers is classic. So funny. Those 2 are missed.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:&lt;/strong&gt; Weekend update: I love their take on the News, I'll be honest that's the only news I watch. I love the segments on them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:&lt;/strong&gt; Speaking of Weekend update..... Justin Timberlake on Weekend update where he was explaining what he would have &lt;br /&gt;done if he would have hosted SNL when he had to cancel was hilarious. He sang a song about it, and I gained a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:&lt;/strong&gt; Tina Fey as Sarah Palin: She was so funny and of course looks exactly like her. When Amy Poeler did Hillary Clinton &lt;br /&gt;and she did Sarah Palin, still ranks as one of the most watched clips. Also, when Sarah Palin actually came on, it made it that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:&lt;/strong&gt; Low Cost Halloween Costume man: Really any of Adam Sandlers bits that he did on Weekend update are hilarious:&lt;br /&gt; Cajun Man, Opera Man, The Hanukkah Song, were great, but I loved his Halloween Costume Ideas. "Put a clothes pin on your nose, Look &lt;br /&gt;at me I'm Mr. Clothes Pin nose man, and I'm CRAZY, give me some candy" So funny. My friend Anais would do the best impression of it, I &lt;br /&gt;would be in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8: &lt;/strong&gt; The Chris Farley Show: Lovable Chris Farley, nervously interviewing celebrities. "Hey Paul McCartney remember when if you played your record backwards it would say Paul is dead.......that was awesome......but you didn't really die right?.......Of course not...I'm &lt;br /&gt;so stupid" So great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:&lt;/strong&gt; Buckwheat sings the hits: Eddie Murphey as Buckwheat singing songs, and them putting the closed captioning at the bottom of the screen so we could see really what he was saying, with the last song just a bunch of ????????? I love it. I will always sing &lt;br /&gt;the song "Unce, tice, fee times a Mady" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:&lt;/strong&gt; Phillip, the Hyper-hypo: "One time, my mom's car ran out of gas. She gave me a snickers bar and a can of coke, I towed the car the whole way home....7 miles, when I got home, I was really tired" When I worked at Hardee's someone brought in a tape of that SNL recorded, and Jess and I would watch that skit repeatedly on breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:&lt;/strong&gt; Lazy Sunday/Digital Shorts: I'm a lover of all of the digital shorts, but the first one I really remember, was Lazy Sunday, Where Andy Sanberg and Chris Parnell rapped Beastie Boys style about going to see The Chronicles of Narnia. (Mr. Pibb and Red Vines are Crazy Delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:&lt;/strong&gt; Shy Ronnie/Ronnie and Clyde: This gets it's own listing because I had to immediately watch the Ronnie and Clyde digital short with Rihanna and Andy Sanberg about 5 times in a row. Yesterday, when I had a bad day, I even watched both of the shorts &lt;br /&gt;online. "No one in the back can hear you....Shy Ronnie.... Use your words" I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; Clam Chowder: The year was 1992, Rob Morrow was the host, and the very last skit, was him having dinner in a restaurant with 2 friends. As they were speaking he was always at least one conversation behind. They were speaking about clam chowder &lt;br /&gt;at one point and then moved on, all of a sudden Rob Morrow yells "Clam Chowdaaaaa.....that's how they say it in New England, they say Clam Chowdaaaaa." Of course he looked like an idiot. My family quickly adopted the phrase "clam chowder" whenever we talk about something that is completely off subject. Still almost 19 years later we will still say, "Okay, this is a total clam chowder, but....." and we don't even miss a beat. Best inside joke ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:&lt;/strong&gt; Chopping Broccoli: "My lady, she went down town, she bought some broccoli, she brought it ho-ome, she's chopping broccoli, chopping broccoli....." I'm sure you all know it and can sing along. Dana Carvey will forever be remembered for that. One of my clients said she went to see his stand up, and he sang the song. I was so jealous of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:&lt;/strong&gt; Cowbell: Christopher Walken telling the Blue Oyster Cult he has the Fever for more cowbell when they're recording "Don't Fear the Reaper" was classic. Even Funnier was Will Ferrell banging away on that cowbell, and the other people in the skit trying so hard not to laugh. I was in stitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are mine, What are yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1691462932708874370?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1691462932708874370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1691462932708874370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1691462932708874370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1691462932708874370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/11/top-snl-skits.html' title='Top SNL Skits'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6963097563875507337</id><published>2010-11-01T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:24:18.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's #1 Guilty Pleasure Movie</title><content type='html'>Mel didn't give me 5 movies immediately but she came to me after and told me her #1 guilty pleasure movie. I think she should totally feel guilty liking this movie for sure, so I'm putting this as her #1 and move the other movies down one notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Pee-Wee's Big Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've certainly never been a big fan. Some may agree with her, but YIKES!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6963097563875507337?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6963097563875507337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6963097563875507337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6963097563875507337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6963097563875507337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/11/mels-1-guilty-pleasure-movie.html' title='Mel&apos;s #1 Guilty Pleasure Movie'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6840464958843841880</id><published>2010-10-14T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:03:00.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Guilty Pleasure Movies</title><content type='html'>You all know that you have one; or a few, movies that are cheesy, sappy, or just plain silly. This one was hard at first, but I have to admit, there are some movies that I'm totally shocked I liked, and feel a little embarrassed admitting that I like them, so I'm swallowing a bit of pride by actually mentioning them. I asked Mel what hers were. She says most movies she watches she doesn't feel embarrassed about them but she did come up with a few. Please weigh in and let me know what your favorites are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I'm going to put any of the family channel movies. She says she totally loves them and only gave me 4 so that is her 5th.&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;strong&gt;"The Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All" &lt;/strong&gt; (I personally have never even heard of this one)&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;strong&gt;"Sarah, Plain and Tall"&lt;/strong&gt; (I've never seen it)&lt;br /&gt;2:&lt;strong&gt; "Pollyanna" &lt;/strong&gt; (I must admit I love this one)&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;strong&gt;"Red Sonya" &lt;/strong&gt; (Never seen it, but anyone that likes a Bridget Nelson movie has issues.....JK Mel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;strong&gt;"Drop Dead Gorgeous"&lt;/strong&gt; (Actually, I love this movie. It never gets old. The guilt comes because of one scene. It's a little sac-religious. But seriously; Josh introduced me to this movie and we laughed until I almost wet my pants)&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;strong&gt;"10 Things I Hate About You" &lt;/strong&gt; (Again the embarrassment comes because I feel like I'm somewhat of a critic, and the dialog is really juvenile, but who couldn't love a young Heath Ledger)&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;strong&gt;"The Emperor's New Groove"&lt;/strong&gt; (Really, it's just because it's a cartoon, and I usually just tolerate animated movies. I'm not a big fan of them, but this movie is SO-O-O-O-O funny, I loved it. An Honorable mention goes to &lt;strong&gt;"Hoodwinked"&lt;/strong&gt; because I love how they tell the story from different points of view, like a Tarentino movie)&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;strong&gt;"Hudson Hawk"&lt;/strong&gt; (This movie is horrible, but it has Bruce Willis, and how clever is it that they commit robbery while singing a song so they know how long it takes)&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;strong&gt;"17 Again"&lt;/strong&gt; (Why oh why is Zac Efron so stinking adorable in this movie. Also, Tom Lennon, you sir steal this show. I loved it so much, and I feel like such a tween by admitting this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6840464958843841880?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6840464958843841880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6840464958843841880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6840464958843841880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6840464958843841880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/10/top-5-guilty-pleasure-movies.html' title='Top 5 Guilty Pleasure Movies'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4217336077886137214</id><published>2010-09-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:58:00.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Movies</title><content type='html'>Okay, here we go.  Christmas is just around the corner, time to watch some Christmas movies to get in the holiday spirit.  I know it's 3 months away, but these are classic movies.  So without further adieu, here are my top 5 Christmas Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4: Bad Santa&lt;br /&gt;3: How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2003)&lt;br /&gt;2: Elf&lt;br /&gt;1: A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;4: A Year Without Santa Claus (Hello-- Mr. Heat miser--Best song ever)&lt;br /&gt;3: The Miracle on 34Th Street (1994)&lt;br /&gt;2: A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;1: It's A Wonderful Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these movies, what are your favorite holiday movies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4217336077886137214?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4217336077886137214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4217336077886137214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4217336077886137214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4217336077886137214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/09/christmas-movies.html' title='Christmas Movies'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5275041184748466340</id><published>2010-09-12T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:46:56.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 80's Movies</title><content type='html'>Here we go, who doesn't love the 80's? I love it, you love it, VH1 loves it.  So here are our favorite 80's movies, and the years, so you know we are for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: The Breakfast Club- 1985&lt;br /&gt;4: The Goonies- 1985&lt;br /&gt;3: The Princess Bride- 1987&lt;br /&gt;2: Dirty Dancing- 1987&lt;br /&gt;1: Urban Cowboy- 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Stand By Me- 1986&lt;br /&gt;4: Ferris Bueller's Day Off- 1986&lt;br /&gt;3: The Breakfast Club- 1985&lt;br /&gt;2: The Princess Bride- 1987&lt;br /&gt;1: Die Hard- 1988-  Of course that's going to be #1 on my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules for my list are movies that hold up.  That even now I could watch over and over, and not necessarily just ones that I loved when I first watched them.  So because of that, here are a few honorable mentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Genius- 1985&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mom- 1983&lt;br /&gt;All of Me- 1984&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything-1989&lt;br /&gt;Better off Dead- 1985&lt;br /&gt;E.T.- 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorites?  Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5275041184748466340?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5275041184748466340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5275041184748466340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5275041184748466340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5275041184748466340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-5-80s-movies.html' title='Top 5 80&apos;s Movies'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7094776596130014596</id><published>2010-09-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:28:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile--- Top 5 saddest movies</title><content type='html'>I know I know, it's been awhile.  Thanks so much for the comments and your input.  Dad, The Godfather is classic, honestly that might have been on my list, but really, I totally forgot about it.  Josh, Kill Bill has some great death scenes, but I did put in some pulp fiction.  Jen, way to keep it on the nose with The Crow.  Poor Brandon Lee, he did die in real life, but honestly, I hated that movie, so that's why I didn't put it on my list.  Keep your responses coming.  I'm going to be posting quite a few top 5's right now.  Hope you enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Saddest Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we did this list awhile ago, and I'll be honest, I lost Mel's list, so this will just be mine.  Some of these post's will just be my list.  Mel and I have slacked off our countdowns so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Legends of the Fall--Poor Brad Pitt, man he had a tough break during that movie.  So sad.&lt;br /&gt;4: Untamed Heart--Jess, Mandi Lunt, and I were watching this movie, crying our eyes out and Dad came running out of the room to see what happened.  Yeah it was just a movie.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;3: Marley &amp; Me--If you didn't cry at this movie, you have no heart.  The saddest movie I've seen in awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;2: Armageddon--First, Bruce Willis dies, sad enough, but his good-bye to his daughter is heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;1: Life is Beautiful--Such a great movie.  I tear up just thinking about it.  Such a tragic and wonderful movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my list, What are your saddest movies?  Also, give me some idea's for topics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7094776596130014596?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7094776596130014596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7094776596130014596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7094776596130014596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7094776596130014596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-awhile-top-5-saddest-movies.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile--- Top 5 saddest movies'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8311763451476939014</id><published>2010-07-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:27:08.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Scenes</title><content type='html'>We've been shooting off these lists quicker than I've had time to post them, but here we go. Top 5 Death Scenes. I'll also be posting our favorite 80's movies, saddest movies, and Christmas Movies. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody-&lt;br /&gt;5: The Deliverance Scene in "Zombieland"&lt;br /&gt;4: The Lawnmower Scene in "The Happening"&lt;br /&gt;3: The Ending of "Inglorious Basterds"&lt;br /&gt;2:The Beginning of "Ghost Ship"&lt;br /&gt;1: The Car Crash in "Death Proof"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's list is pretty Grody. I went really for more comical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine-&lt;br /&gt;5: The Pop-tart death in "Pulp Fiction"&lt;br /&gt;4: The jet-pack scene in "Kick Ass"&lt;br /&gt;3: You shot Marvin in "Pulp Fiction"&lt;br /&gt;2: Always wear your seat belt in "Zombieland"&lt;br /&gt;1: Brad Pitt getting hit by a car in "Meet Joe Black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chime in below for your favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8311763451476939014?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8311763451476939014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8311763451476939014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8311763451476939014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8311763451476939014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/07/death-scenes.html' title='Death Scenes'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4547735079054379335</id><published>2010-07-01T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:21:09.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Heroes. Top 5 Villains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxbM4xYc1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/iwfG14Po150/s1600/11567_165952844603_578709603_2641042_7816985_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxbM4xYc1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/iwfG14Po150/s400/11567_165952844603_578709603_2641042_7816985_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488862322813858642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here it goes our first topic.  First of all let me introduce Melody to you.  Here she is all cute and stuff.  Mel is one of my favorite friends, and I love working with her.  We differ in opinions on a lot of things.  She loves her cowboys and country music, and well.....I don't.  Give me my indie music, and non-cowboys any day.  So it was fun for this first time to see what she would put in her list.  Her lists were hilarious, and surprising. So without further adieu I give you our top 5 villains and heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VILLAINS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELODY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: AIDS--"PHILADELPHIA" How hilarious! Thinking outside the box. Creative&lt;br /&gt;4: HMONG GANG--"GRAN TORINO"&lt;br /&gt;3: ANNIE WILKES--"MISERY"&lt;br /&gt;2: BILLIE 'THE BLUE BEAR'--"MILLION DOLLAR BABY" That dirty boxer&lt;br /&gt;1: LORD VOLDEMORT--"HARRY POTTER" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANNINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: MAX CADY--"CAPE FEAR"&lt;br /&gt;4: VERBAL KINT--"THE USUAL SUSPECTS"&lt;br /&gt;3: HANS GRUBER--"DIE HARD" I have to put Alan Rickman in there&lt;br /&gt;2: STANSFIELD--"THE PROFESSIONAL" Gary Oldman was super creepy&lt;br /&gt;1: THE JOKER--"THE DARK KNIGHT" Heath Ledger was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEROES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELODY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: IDGIE THREDGOOD--"FRIED GREEN TOMATOES" Good choice.  &lt;br /&gt;4: LASSIE--"LASSIE" &lt;br /&gt;3: ERIN BROKOVICH--"ERIN BROKOVICH"&lt;br /&gt;2: ATTICUS FINCH--"TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD"&lt;br /&gt;1: WALT KOWALSKI--"GRAN TORINO" Yes she has a big crush on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANNINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: WILLIAM WALLACE--"BRAVEHEART"&lt;br /&gt;4: MAXIMUS--"GLADIATOR"&lt;br /&gt;3: SIRIUS BLACK--"HARRY POTTER" Gary Oldman is my hero &amp; villain&lt;br /&gt;2: ATTICUS FINCH--"TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD" same hero, same order&lt;br /&gt;1: JOHN McCLANE--"DIE HARD" Of course he will be top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crazy that we both picked Atticus Finch, and it was the same order. Who knew. Honestly I had a hard time with my heroes.  I could probably replace the last two if I thought a little more about it, but for right now my list is solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment below if you would like to add your picks to the list, and just to give you a heads up, our next picks are top 5 death scenes, so think about them and when we post our picks add yours in the comments.  Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4547735079054379335?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4547735079054379335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4547735079054379335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4547735079054379335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4547735079054379335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-5-heroes-top-5-villains.html' title='Top 5 Heroes. Top 5 Villains'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxbM4xYc1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/iwfG14Po150/s72-c/11567_165952844603_578709603_2641042_7816985_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-9023370229108044061</id><published>2010-07-01T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:07:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change Of "Scenery"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxalw8nTlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m3lE3LWalFc/s1600/dlm_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxalw8nTlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m3lE3LWalFc/s200/dlm_home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488861650698587730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everybody here's the deal; I haven't been blogging for a long time, because quite frankly my life is pretty boring, and I don't feel I have anything exciting to share.  But an idea came to me, something I've been thinking about for awhile so I decided to finally do something about it, so here it goes.  Anybody that knows me, knows that I LOVE movies.  I love watching them, and I love criticizing them.  I love talking about them, and I love listening to people talk to them.  Because of this reason I have fallen in love with a few podcasts that I habitually listen to.  The first is Doug loves Movies.  It's Doug Benson, the hilarious comedians podcast.  He has guests on that discuss movies and such, but more importantly he plays movie related games, namely, The Leonard Maltin game, and build a title.  I won't go into detail, because if you're a movie lover you should definitely check this out.  Subscribe to it on itunes, it's free so no worries, and enjoy.  The second is a new favorite of mine called The Film Vault.  Bryan Bishop, who was on the Adam Carolla radio show, co-hosts with Anderson Cowan, who I believe is a radio engineer on Loveline.  This podcast is awesome because each podcast they pick a topic (such as best villain's, war movies, worst endings--you get the picture) and they pick their top 5 movies.  So they'll count down in their opinion their top 5 movies with horrible endings.  &lt;br /&gt;I love listening to this, because I always think what my choices would be. I was telling my good friend and co-worker Melody about it, and we decided we're going to forge an awesome club, (membership 2) and we are going to pick topics and count down our top 5 in these topics.  If when reading this you have an idea for a topic, or want to add your picks to our topics, please leave comments in the comment box.  I'm super excited about this, and can't wait to get started.  Also please do yourself a favor, and check out the podcasts "Doug Loves Movies", and "The Film Vault".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxRdg6veZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DSv3d5bI59w/s1600/TFV_sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxRdg6veZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DSv3d5bI59w/s400/TFV_sb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488851613352163730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-9023370229108044061?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/9023370229108044061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=9023370229108044061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9023370229108044061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9023370229108044061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-of-scenery.html' title='A Change Of &quot;Scenery&quot;'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/TCxalw8nTlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m3lE3LWalFc/s72-c/dlm_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1362249440686675655</id><published>2010-01-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:51:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough, cough, sniff, sniff</title><content type='html'>I'm alive....Barely. I got in big trouble today by my family because they haven't heard from me and were worried. Why you ask, well I rang in 2010 with pneumonia. Yeah, kind of sucks. I started getting this hacking cough on Saturday and Tuesday I went to the doctors and after 2 breathing treatments and a chest x-ray left with $50 worth of prescriptions and a diagnosed case of pneumonia. Not good. I spent the rest of the week in bed and still a week later I'm miserable. I've never experienced anything like this. I'm not as congested anymore, but I've never been weaker in my life. I've taken more time off of work from this then with the past 3 surgeries on my hands combined. I hope I feel on the mend soon, but I must say it makes me grateful for my health when I have it. Please everybody take care of yourself, don't get this nasty bug, I'd hate anyone to have to suffer through this like I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1362249440686675655?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1362249440686675655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1362249440686675655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1362249440686675655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1362249440686675655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2010/01/cough-cough-sniff-sniff.html' title='cough, cough, sniff, sniff'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4472500782223604451</id><published>2009-12-21T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:09:20.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super long drought</title><content type='html'>Ummmm.......oops?! I have to admit, I sort of forgot I actually have a blog. There are so many social networking thingy's with Facebook and twitter, and all iphone compatible, it's easy to forget about the blog. My bad, I'm sure only my blog, and the cute template miss me but whatev's. So what's new with me you ask? A whole lot of.....the same. Woo woo. I have a new class, they started on the 7Th of December. I have a smaller class of 13, which I love. I'm having an easier time teaching, and giving them one-on-one attention which makes things much easier. This is now my 3rd freshman class and each time I feel like I do a better job, by preparing them to go into the student salon and take clients, so I guess I'm doing something right....Or the students are just better learners.....ah forget it I'm going to take the credit! :) &lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid with my work schedule my social life has become even more non-existent, but I am having a love affair with Steve-o my tivo. It's okay I've accepted my pathetic life, and embraced my T.V. boyfriends. Simon Baker, I love you!!!! But that's what I end up with when I work until 10 on the weekday's and every Saturday. I'm pooped, and have a full tivo. Still one of my best presents ever. THANK YOU ANDREA AND SCOTT!&lt;br /&gt;I had my carpel tunnel release on my right hand in September, but my elbow is still giving me problems and I want it as bionic as my left arm, so tomorrow I go under the knife again. I'm beginning to wonder if Dr. Delicious has a little crushy-crush on me, as much as I have on him. (I know pathetic, but the first step is admitting the problem right?) Anyhow I digress... What I'm going to have done is called a cubital tunnel release. There is a nerve that runs right down your elbow, and sometimes a tendon will press down and cause numbness, much like hitting your funny bone, but I've had that numb sensation now since September. Not fun. So it's a simple procedure to snip that tendon that presses on the nerve, and possibly move my nerve around so no more numbness, since it's been a constant tingle in my pinkie and ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;I must say I am ready to have a few weeks off for the holiday. As of tonight I will be officially off work until the new year. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S. Is he not the cutest thing ever? I had to post this in his U of U red. His blood bleeds red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SzBGCqGjhzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZIPFHiT5Zhc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SzBGCqGjhzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZIPFHiT5Zhc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907363202172722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4472500782223604451?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4472500782223604451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4472500782223604451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4472500782223604451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4472500782223604451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-long-drought.html' title='Super long drought'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SzBGCqGjhzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZIPFHiT5Zhc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8710462500392625451</id><published>2009-09-13T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:37:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sq1vSQBTVFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/z0fq8F_Tulo/s1600-h/MV5BMjAzNDI4MTAxOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjM2Njg0Mg%40%40__V1__SX91_SY140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sq1vSQBTVFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/z0fq8F_Tulo/s400/MV5BMjAzNDI4MTAxOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjM2Njg0Mg%40%40__V1__SX91_SY140_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381079489106367570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been a weird catch up week. I flew from SLC, to Las Vegas and had to immediately go to a training. I'll be honest, the training was blah, at best. But I need those continuing ed classes for my license. Which I am now an official Cosmetology instructor instead of a Provisional instructor. Which means, I am happy to say a major pay raise. At school my students are finishing up a module so I've been doing some practical testing, and some students have been having a few melt-downs, but nothing too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestie Josh called and said he was driving to Las Vegas to go on some auditions so he was going to be here for the weekend. YAY! I love catching up with Josh. We pick up where we left off without a hitch. It's as if we talk everyday, even though sometimes it's months in between. Well then he called and said he thinks he's going to move to NYC, to try to make it work in acting. This is so typical of Josh. I really wish I was more like him. He's one of these people that just takes the leap, I'm so happy for him. I called Jen to see if she could get him a buddy pass to fly to New York rather cheaply and he's at the airport as I blog seeing if he could get on a flight. I sure hope it works out. GOOD LUCK JOSHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to dinner and went to see "500 days of Summer." I heard this was good, but most people told me to rent it. However Josh and I have twin taste in movies and he LOVED it so we went. Gratefully I had 2 free passes that I've had since Christmas and we were able to use them. Can I just say I LOVED this movie. The music alone was awesome, but I loved the story of it. It wasn't your typical love story and that was the appeal to me. I'm not a fan of the saccharin sweet Hollywood endings. Life just isn't like that. Call me a cynic, I consider myself a realist and sometimes things aren't cookie cutter perfect. That's what I loved about it. It was, as I love to put it, tragically wonderful. I recommend it. You might not want to pay full price, but if you get the chance to see it, please do. To me it was a happy movie, and did I mention the music is awesome. I went home and immediately downloaded the album, from my wonderful cheap mp3 sight, that I get full albums for fifty cents. Yup you read that right a half a dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow this week was good. It was awesome seeing Josh, I've started my diet and have lost 7lbs. I went to work and my hand is doing better, things are good. Next week is a start of a new module for my students and fun times. Cannot wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8710462500392625451?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8710462500392625451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8710462500392625451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8710462500392625451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8710462500392625451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sq1vSQBTVFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/z0fq8F_Tulo/s72-c/MV5BMjAzNDI4MTAxOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjM2Njg0Mg%40%40__V1__SX91_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6390921853367791305</id><published>2009-09-08T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:18:23.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>Jess told me last night that I haven't posted something in quite some time, so for my fan(s) out there I do apologize. I watched "Julie &amp; Julia" yesterday and it didn't inspire me to cook or to eat, but it did inspire me to blog more. So I will do better. In my defense, the reason I haven't been blogging is a simple and boring one, I have nothing interesting to write about. My life has become work, TV, sleep. Yes in that order. I wish I could sleep more but it just doesn't come naturally for me. Melatonin has become a close friend of mine, and that helps some, but it doesn't change my crazy dreams which I still have all the time. I should start blogging about them, because my subconscious self has a very busy and interesting life. However, my subconscious self also is rittled with tragedy. So i'm not sure it's worth the trade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that I flew to Utah for the long weekend and didn't miss any flights. Woo~ woo~. That always makes the weekend better am I right?! Anyhow, I am going to make a little goal to post during September at least twice a week, so bare with&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those facebookers that read this please welcome Jess and Dave Means to our favorite site and add them as your friend. Thanks. H's &amp; k's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6390921853367791305?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6390921853367791305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6390921853367791305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6390921853367791305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6390921853367791305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6500511585136535023</id><published>2009-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:21:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sot58-PumVI/AAAAAAAAATs/nYlMQhNmkeo/s1600-h/mc%252fimages%252fimage_popup%252fr7_carpaltunnelrelease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sot58-PumVI/AAAAAAAAATs/nYlMQhNmkeo/s400/mc%252fimages%252fimage_popup%252fr7_carpaltunnelrelease.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371521068977527122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So next Thursday the 27th I'm going in to have a carpal tunnel release on my right hand. My left hand did so well that my right hand was jealous. For those of you that aren't familiar with what carpal tunnel is or what they do, I found this picture that is very helpful. There is a tunnel that a nerve travels through. There are 9 tendons that surround the nerve, and a ligament that sits on top of the nerve. With carpal tunnel syndrome the ligament presses down on the nerve, causing discomfort, pain and numbness. For a carpal tunnel release, they just cut a slit in the ligament, releasing pressure off of the nerve. So there folks is a quick lesson for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sot8bmiwtQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Q8dZ37oVdTo/s1600-h/thumbnailCA0S92D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sot8bmiwtQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Q8dZ37oVdTo/s400/thumbnailCA0S92D2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371523794214106370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other completely trivial news, is it sad to say that my life revolves around my new T.V. shows....Never mind don't answer that. I am certainly "psyched" that "Psych" is back on. It will be interesting to note, that James Roday, is a leading star, in quite a few of my bizarre dreams. So I can't wait to see how many more dreams he turns up in. I think it's safe to say I heart him big time. With the summer also comes my summer obsession of "Big Brother". This is like a social experiment gone bad. I can't stop watching. I really am not a fan of any of the people on it. But it just is amazing how they behave in confined quarters. What can I say....it's addictive. That's about all for now. If you don't hear from me for awhile, it's because I can't really type.....or I'm just lazy.....or both. Peace out, yo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6500511585136535023?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6500511585136535023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6500511585136535023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6500511585136535023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6500511585136535023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/08/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sot58-PumVI/AAAAAAAAATs/nYlMQhNmkeo/s72-c/mc%252fimages%252fimage_popup%252fr7_carpaltunnelrelease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3830798360953432225</id><published>2009-07-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:29:56.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I even keep a blog anymore, my posts are few and far between.  Here it goes.  My new class of 26 students has been going smoothly.  We are starting week four and they've been really great.  My hand has healed beautifully.  No more numbness, no more pain. Wonderful. YAY. I'm getting ready to take the instructors test.  Long overdue. I should have in March but I'll be taking it next week. So that comes with a pay increase. About time!!! Other than that, it's been the same boring stuff. I guess that's why I'm not posting as much.  Hopefully I'll post more interesting things later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3830798360953432225?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3830798360953432225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3830798360953432225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3830798360953432225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3830798360953432225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3958375573525171635</id><published>2009-06-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:14:41.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch up!</title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever, June came and went with nary a post, so I'm going to catch up for this whole month.  A lot has happened. I'll just give the headlines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hand and elbow surgery. Carpal tunnel, tendinitis in my thumb and a nasty nerve in my elbow has gotten the better of me, so I had to have some surgery. That happened the Wednesday after Memorial Day.  Mom and Dad came down to Vegas to take care of me.  They had this killer condo, and it was an awesome place to rest and recover. I was in a sling for awhile, and it's still a little stiff and sore, but at least I'm in no pain and there is no numbness. While my parents were here we went to Cirque Du Soliel The "O" Show.  It was awesome! I saw it in 2000 with Josh but it was just as amazing.  My parents loved it and I had a great time with them, even if I was a little uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see on of my besties Josh.  I haven't seen him forever, and it was great to catch up and take in a movie, that's our favorite thing to do so it was like the good old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.. So it's a little crazy right now. Every few modules (a module is 10 weeks) we switch classes.  I've had my current class for 3 modules.  I've been their teacher since they've started. I taught them all through freshman and the first 10 weeks they were on the floor. It's been so great to see how they've progressed, but we had to move on.  I took them on a field trip to the bodies exhibit.  We had recently finished the Anatomy chapter, so it was great to go and see all the bones, muscles and nerves.  It was a great evening, and a awesome way to end our time together. I now have a new freshman class of (gulp) 25 students.  My new class has more students then the 3 previous classes combined.  They started Monday, and so far it's gone pretty well. It will be nice to have some "greenies" again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't seem like a lot.  I can sum up a month in 3 paragraphs, but like I said just the headlines.  I left out all the negative craziness. I don't want to dwell on that.  Hopefully now that things have mellowed out I'll post more often. But that's about it.  July here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3958375573525171635?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3958375573525171635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3958375573525171635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3958375573525171635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3958375573525171635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time to catch up!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5244679597186932251</id><published>2009-05-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:41:28.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm......No......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShYBXD55ElI/AAAAAAAAATk/LEOVTWRa0q8/s1600-h/thumbnailCAMV2GHN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShYBXD55ElI/AAAAAAAAATk/LEOVTWRa0q8/s200/thumbnailCAMV2GHN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338455903991042642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this, and had to share....A few things ran through my head as I saw this picture (besides the burning of my eyes to view such a sight) 1: Does this man not have friends that would tell him "dude...cut your hair" 2: This guy has to cut his own hair because I'm offended not only as a human but as a hairstylist as well and would NEVER give this haircut. I'd refuse first. 3: Is this man blind.....does he live on a blind colony? Because that would be his only reason for this....then again he does have a brush....actually, I don't think he does. In case there is any question out there this is a big Hair DON'T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5244679597186932251?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5244679597186932251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5244679597186932251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5244679597186932251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5244679597186932251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/05/ummmno.html' title='Ummm......No......'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShYBXD55ElI/AAAAAAAAATk/LEOVTWRa0q8/s72-c/thumbnailCAMV2GHN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-381337269206111360</id><published>2009-05-17T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:22:03.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another overdue post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShD_EXkM8CI/AAAAAAAAATU/InOzKxRkc6E/s1600-h/n530823093_331475_2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShD_EXkM8CI/AAAAAAAAATU/InOzKxRkc6E/s200/n530823093_331475_2082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337046008944455714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a late Happy Mothers Day post, dedicated to all mothers out there, but especially to my mother, who is the best mother out there. (Okay so I may be biased). She is the most loving, compassionate, and giving person I know. I know that she has shared just as many tears for me, as I have for myself. She's praised my accomplishments and cried with me through my trials. She has been a teacher, nurturer, role model and most of all best friend. I love her for her kindness, and service she gives others, her testimony is beautiful and strong, and sometimes it even buoys me up. She has made me who I am, there are things that I have inherited from her, for instance:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShELgtnbdnI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ji_Cs316acE/s1600-h/s530823093_232375_6088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShELgtnbdnI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ji_Cs316acE/s200/s530823093_232375_6088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337059690039441010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is crafty and creative, and I inherited that ability. The way she cooks; she reads a recipe and then does whatever she wants, and so do I. She is very loving and accepting of all, and I hope I have inherited that....I'm working on it. &lt;br /&gt;Some things I definitely haven't inherited from her: Her amazing ability to sleep, I wish I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat like my mom, however, I'm afraid I take after my Dad on that one; My mom has an ability to save.....EVERYTHING. :) I'm afraid I throw everything away, sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes a bad thing. (I've had a few close calls thinking I threw my social security card away). The other thing is my mom is very forgiving, and humble. I'm afraid I'm stubborn,and bull headed. I just hope that I'll someday be just like her. I love you mom. Happy Mothers Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-381337269206111360?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/381337269206111360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=381337269206111360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/381337269206111360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/381337269206111360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-overdue-post.html' title='Another overdue post.'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ShD_EXkM8CI/AAAAAAAAATU/InOzKxRkc6E/s72-c/n530823093_331475_2082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8771391930768392755</id><published>2009-05-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:13:07.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is way overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SgmqM0A7V_I/AAAAAAAAATE/mDr7mvKdtBo/s1600-h/s530823093_331464_8099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SgmqM0A7V_I/AAAAAAAAATE/mDr7mvKdtBo/s200/s530823093_331464_8099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334982370694748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been crazy busy lately and realized I'm behind on the blogs that I've really wanted to post so this is going to be out of date.....however, last month I celebrated my birthday with my favorite birthday buddy; my sister Jessica. When people find out I share my birthday with my sister they always ask if I like that or make some negative comment like "that would suck having to share my birthday." I have to disagree. I'm sure that when I was younger I didn't love it, but I can't remember. The one birthday that I spent without her was the worst of my life. I don't know if our shared birthday has given us a bond, (it might be because we're both Aries), or if our parents just raised us right so all three of us girls are super close, (probably that), but my life would be far less meaningful without her in it. These are some of the things I love the most about Jess: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sgmr-GkJeZI/AAAAAAAAATM/4wG5mloG13Q/s1600-h/s530823093_331501_4482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sgmr-GkJeZI/AAAAAAAAATM/4wG5mloG13Q/s200/s530823093_331501_4482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334984316999530898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: As shown by this picture she's always ready to pose for a camera, if not only just to give us a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;2: She is probably one of the only ones that can make me laugh when I'm feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;3: She has some of the funniest flippant remarks about things. Sometimes a little off the wall or tongue in cheek, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;4: I always feel I can call her with any problem I have, big or small, and she would drop everything to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;5: We have the same taste in music, movies, T.V. (well some T.V.--she was disgusted when she found out I watched Rock of Love), and have some awesome memories of great concerts that we've been to together.&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few, because if I mentioned some of the other ones she might get embarrassed. For those of you that know Jess, you know what I'm talking about, and for those of you that don't know her... trust me, you're missing out. I love you Jecky, you're the bestest birthday buddy ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8771391930768392755?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8771391930768392755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8771391930768392755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8771391930768392755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8771391930768392755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-post-is-way-overdue.html' title='This post is way overdue'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SgmqM0A7V_I/AAAAAAAAATE/mDr7mvKdtBo/s72-c/s530823093_331464_8099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5182793776228362169</id><published>2009-04-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:20:30.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hair Contest--PLEASE READ!</title><content type='html'>At the end of my students freshman module they have an assignment where they are suppose to do a "hair-style" without using hair. They take their "Samuel" Mannequin that they have shaved bald and create a masterpiece without the use of actual hair. The idea is to be as creative as possible. Afterward the whole school votes for their 3 favorite. Well let me tell you they took this assignment to heart. I was blown away by the creativity that I had to share with all the awesome pictures. I wish the pictures did them justice, unfortunately they don't show the actual waterfall of one and the fact that on the scuba-diver there are actual fish floating around in the head. Please leave your comments and let me know what you think. I'd love to share them with my class. My students have since advanced to juniors and now are taking clients on the clinic floor. They have made this teacher proud. 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I was planning on going home for none and my sissy's birthday. My parents had used some of their sky miles to get me a plane ticket so I was set. However... I had a meeting Thursday night at work, and while they are only suppose to be 30 minutes this one lasted an hour and a half. As a result I missed my flight and ended up needing to purchase a new ticked for $150 on another airline. (thanks mom and dad). Believe me I was not a happy birthday girl that night in the airport, words were said and tears were shed. I just wanted to get out of vegas and wanted to immediatly. After that debacle was over with, it was smooth sailing... For awhile. But Sunday I just had to feel the need to update my iTunes and I crashed my harddrive. Enter dave the computer nerd. Right now he has my computer and is trying to fix it but we'll see. Then to top it off I sit here in the airport waiting for my flight. Yup you guessed it I missed my flight back to vegas. I got here in plenty of time but I thought my flight left at 852 when it left at 826 and I was having a personal problem that was not going to take care of itself in a quick fashion. So I get to my gate at 822 and they wouldn't let me on. Luckily they were nice and I didn't have to pay extra for a new flight. Needless to say this 29th year isn't starting out great. Hopfully that doesn't speak for the rest of the year. Next 29th birthday better be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7764777582852606084?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7764777582852606084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7764777582852606084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7764777582852606084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7764777582852606084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/04/bizarro-birthday.html' title='Bizarro Birthday'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1575864396258511297</id><published>2009-04-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:11:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sd2fTXS_8HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/epy6DWRzkF4/s1600-h/3081_67377623093_530823093_1491304_4496194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sd2fTXS_8HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/epy6DWRzkF4/s200/3081_67377623093_530823093_1491304_4496194_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585489641828466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be blogging about my trip to Anaheim for the design team competition, but that will have to wait. I have to tell you about how awesome my class is and what they did for me tonight. They had a little Birthday party for me tonight. I won't be in class tomorrow because I switched shifts so I could go home for my actual B-day to spend with my family and b-day buddy Jess. So we're in class and of my students brings in this cake. How awesome is this. She made this cake for me complete with a mini version of me on top. How adorable is that? Not to mention DELICIOUS. It was chocolate mousse on the bottom and Red Velvet on top. Say it with me now.... YUMMMMY! Then they got pizza and salad for the night. To top it off, my boss Kristie came in and informed all of us, that I will be staying with my class for one more module. YAY! I love these girls. I had to add a picture of us all. They're so great, and I felt so loved. Thanks girls you made my night! Side note, it does say Happy 29th Birthday. I told my class I was 29, and told them I was turning 29. It's kind of our joke. I loved it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sd2eyvv30eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aAau6jC04pw/s1600-h/n530823093_1491293_5332298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sd2eyvv30eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aAau6jC04pw/s200/n530823093_1491293_5332298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322584929269699042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1575864396258511297?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1575864396258511297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1575864396258511297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1575864396258511297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1575864396258511297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/Sd2fTXS_8HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/epy6DWRzkF4/s72-c/3081_67377623093_530823093_1491304_4496194_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6571106717916151724</id><published>2009-03-26T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:43:25.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScstEbMY9AI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSfCTGGNAho/s1600-h/2647_71148336584_720801584_1461647_1728086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScstEbMY9AI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSfCTGGNAho/s200/2647_71148336584_720801584_1461647_1728086_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393339083453442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a few minutes to just share with all those who will read this just how lucky I am to have the BEST parents ever. Right now seems like a fitting time to mention how great they are. My Mom's Birthday was on the 14th and she is AMAZING. She's one of my best friends and always my shoulder to cry on. I love her so much and I am constantly reminded by her how much I mean to her, and just how valuable I am. When I don't believe in myself she still believes in me, and it's great to know that I am significant to someone. So Mom I love you and I'm so grateful for you!&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is INCREDIBLE. Last Sunday he was released from being the Bishop of his ward. He had been the Bishop for almost 6 years. To see the love and concern he had for his ward was AWEsome. I have so much love and respect for him, and the commitment he had to the ward. He was truly called of God to lead the ward for that time and he did so with inspiration. I'm so lucky to have a father that holds the Priesthood does so righteously. &lt;br /&gt;I love my parents so much. They raised me right. I've always felt loved and taken care of. We are a close family and that is entirely because of the love and respect they have given their children, and each other. Mom and Dad, I love you!!! Thank you for being the best folks a girl could hope for! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6571106717916151724?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6571106717916151724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6571106717916151724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6571106717916151724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6571106717916151724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heroes.html' title='My Heroes'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScstEbMY9AI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSfCTGGNAho/s72-c/2647_71148336584_720801584_1461647_1728086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8071963162078255525</id><published>2009-03-23T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:17:06.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScsqU2zDoLI/AAAAAAAAASU/7qDMeLxctgU/s1600-h/All-Shook-Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScsqU2zDoLI/AAAAAAAAASU/7qDMeLxctgU/s200/All-Shook-Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317390322836414642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still here, just been crazy busy. I had the chance to go home last weekend for my mom's birthday. It had been since Christmas since I had been home so it was a long overdue trip. My mom surprised me and on Saturday my Mom, Dad and I went to The Hale Center Theater and saw the play "All Shook Up." It was a play filled with all of Elvis's hit songs. 2+ hours of Elvis songs..... Yes please. Not to mention it was really good being just a small Theater company. What fun. Unfortunately the weekend was far to short, and in the blink of an eye I was heading back to Vegas. It was fun and relaxing however and I loved hanging with the family. I've also been re-watching one of the best TV shows that ever graced the airwaves. Veronica Mars. If you've never watched this TV show before do yourself a favor and rent it, you'll thank me later. Such quick wit. LOVE IT! Anyhow here I am. No need to send out a search party! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8071963162078255525?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8071963162078255525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8071963162078255525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8071963162078255525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8071963162078255525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/ScsqU2zDoLI/AAAAAAAAASU/7qDMeLxctgU/s72-c/All-Shook-Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8302564373620782281</id><published>2009-03-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:23:45.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SbYN_K-dCkI/AAAAAAAAASM/0E-1_5DzZx4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SbYN_K-dCkI/AAAAAAAAASM/0E-1_5DzZx4/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311448189459302978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last few weeks have been a blur. I've been a busy little bee. We've had some crazy things that have happened at work, least of which is my broken hand. For any that are wondering, luckily I don't need a cast the break was very minimal, however the pain hasn't gotten any better, and now they are afraid something is wrong with my tendon, so I need to go in for an MRI. Such is life, but I digress. On 2 separate occasions we've needed to call the paramedics and have 2 different teachers taken to the hospital, needless to say I've been doing a lot of covering of shifts, and working extra hours, which I'm more than willing to do considering these instructors don't just have a case of the sniffles. Here's where my rant comes in. It seems there are only a few teachers that are willing to help carry the weight, and some are bugged when they are asked to work even 5 more hours a week, bringing their total hours to a whopping 40 hours. (That's not even overtime, right?) So what is their excuse? "I have a family....It's easy for Jeannine to work extra, she doesn't have a family." So my question is because I don't have a husband, boyfriend or children does that make my life insignificant? Maybe I wouldn't be upset if I was only working a few hours extra, but 1: I'm doing a good 10 hours overtime, and 2: These instructors need coverage. It's literally a life and death situation.... Hello....Paramedics....hospital. (Oh and P.S. I have a family, what do you think I was created in a petri dish? Or maybe I'm a robot?) Why can't people help a little? These same people get angry when people won't cover for them because they "aren't feeling well." Needless to say sleep for me has been futile. It's hard to get off work at 10:30 and turn around and go to work at 8:00 a.m. If anyone knows me well, they know that I'm a cranky girl in the morning. Sleep doesn't come easy for me in the first place and knowing I have to be to work early, when I get off work late, makes it hard to sleep. However there is an AWESOME silver lining. Tomorrow I don't have to be to work until 4:30. That means I can sleep in a little, do some much overdue laundry, and, run some long overdue errands. First on my To-do list....face the music, and head back to weight watchers. It's going to be a sad day tomorrow, but I'm ready for that commitment again. Enough of this rant, the teachers will be back tomorrow, and maybe we should consider blessing our building, since I'm starting to wonder if it was built on an Indian burial ground. :) Forgive my brief negativity. Next blog it's going to be about our awesome design team try-outs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8302564373620782281?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8302564373620782281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8302564373620782281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8302564373620782281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8302564373620782281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/03/rant-of-day.html' title='Rant of the day'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SbYN_K-dCkI/AAAAAAAAASM/0E-1_5DzZx4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1580249250887285198</id><published>2009-03-03T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:33:57.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, here's how this game works-the first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year, a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise! The catch is that you must participate as well. Before you leave your comment, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (or be lazy and copy and paste like I did). Then come back, let me know you're going to play (either leave me your email in the comment or email me jerber410@gmail.com with your address ) and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift! Remember, only the first three get a gift, so you have to be super fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1580249250887285198?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1580249250887285198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1580249250887285198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1580249250887285198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1580249250887285198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward!!!!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3826014740969678485</id><published>2009-02-25T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:11:47.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday was a bad, bad, day!</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how badly I hate February? I wish we could have an 11 month year. Thursday took the cake. Wednesday night as I got home from work, I somehow managed to trip and land on the corner of the wall, left wrist first. Well Thursday morning it was in excruciating pain. I ended up going to quick care, and found out I broke a bone in my hand. It was so swollen that they didn't cast it, but wrapped it with a splint, advising me that I needed to come back in a week, get another x-ray to see if I needed to get a hard cast or not. Now of course this doesn't bode well for a hair stylist that needs to use BOTH of her hands, and being the stubborn girl that I am, I don't let anything dictate what I do, so naturally I've been still trying to do hair, which has made things worse. Well after quick care I ran to work, and wasn't able to take anything for the pain, so I'm cranky and in a ton of pain and emotional. Then at work I've been having some issues with a fellow teacher, and felt thrown under the bus. I won't get into details, but by the time I had left work, I had shed quite a few tears. So when I get home from work, I was ready for a long nights sleep, which never comes easily for me. But at 11:00 I get a text from Jon, asking me if I heard that my beloved Adam Carolla radio show had been cancelled.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SaZOkb4P_TI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2Aw4KHYXLEs/s1600-h/dancing-with-stars-carolla437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SaZOkb4P_TI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2Aw4KHYXLEs/s200/dancing-with-stars-carolla437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307015598768651570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think that was the worst news of the day. I love that show. It's been my morning routine for almost 3 years. I enjoy the show so much that I podcast it to my ipod, and listen to the missed episodes. Needless to say, I feel lost now. By the end of the day I had had enough. So Adam, I'll miss you like crazy. Luckily he is doing his own podcast so it is a small glimmer of light, even if it's not quite the same. &lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, on Tuesday my wonderful class did something so amazing for me. I'm ashamed to say they were witness to some of my tears on Thursday, and they got me a wonderful card Thanking me for all I've done for them. They also got me a gift card to get a massage, and on top of that one of my students makes custom furniture, and her and her boss made a roll-about for me. It's SO nice. It's perfect for all my supplies. It was such a thoughtful thing for my class to do for me. I am so lucky to have these 13 women in my class. They are so awesome, and I don't feel like I deserve such a great class. So to my class THANK YOU! You've enriched my life so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3826014740969678485?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3826014740969678485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3826014740969678485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3826014740969678485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3826014740969678485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-was-bad-bad-day.html' title='Thursday was a bad, bad, day!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SaZOkb4P_TI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2Aw4KHYXLEs/s72-c/dancing-with-stars-carolla437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-2887610503428810863</id><published>2009-02-15T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:02:34.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Funk</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is an actually medically diagnosed and recognized disorder, but I get this every year. My whole family does for that matter. Maybe it's because I'm looking forward to better weather and we're all sick of winter. Believe me even living in Las Vegas we do have winters, we actually got a bit of snow, but the weather has be bad and I'm just ready to get out of here. My family all feels the same way, and my parents try to take a vacation every Feb. Last year as a family we all went to Hawaii, and that was the perfect medication for our self-diagnosed condition. So last February I had Hawaii to look forward to and it sure did the trick. This year however nothing. Looking back on my Hawaii pictures got me a little homesick for it. (Yes I feel like it's a home away from home, away from home......got that?)Anyhow even though it made me homesick it brought a grin to my face, and since I wasn't blogging last February I never put up Hawaii pictures. So here are a few for MY enjoyment. I hope you enjoy them as well. Oh Maui, how I miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-57.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355577250903&amp;amp;site=widget-57.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355577250903&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p1/2954361355577250903/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355577250903&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p2/2954361355577250903/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355577250903&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p4/2954361355577250903/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-2887610503428810863?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/2887610503428810863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=2887610503428810863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2887610503428810863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2887610503428810863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-funk.html' title='February Funk'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7534431405263529232</id><published>2009-02-08T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:04:46.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrevaderci Diet Coke-y part deux-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SY9v1zgSMgI/AAAAAAAAARc/aF24edBODzo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SY9v1zgSMgI/AAAAAAAAARc/aF24edBODzo/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300578256587731458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm weak. I've had a crazy 2 weeks and caved. In my defense, who keeps their new years resolutions? In all reality, I didn't drink quite as much of that delicious substance as I usually did. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and I'm done.... again. I make no apologies for my slip, it was deserved. So there. Part of my slip up had to do with the massive case of insomnia I've had. I know what you're thinking, caffeine keeps you awake. I know, that's why I slipped. The insomnia came way before the diet coke. (Like oh 29 years maybe). I don't know? Mom, was I a good sleeper as a baby? Maybe I was and I got all my sleeping in during my formative years. Whatever the case may be, I will make a deal with the sandman.... I'll give up the Diet Coke, just PLEASE for the love of Sally give me a good nights sleep..... And if it's not asking too much a dreamless one would be a little more peaceful.... I don't need anymore dream/nightmares. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7534431405263529232?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7534431405263529232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7534431405263529232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7534431405263529232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7534431405263529232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/02/arrevaderci-diet-coke-y-part-deux-y.html' title='Arrevaderci Diet Coke-y part deux-y'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SY9v1zgSMgI/AAAAAAAAARc/aF24edBODzo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3695747577788270752</id><published>2009-01-28T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:00:38.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SYAZyGUt0qI/AAAAAAAAARU/vctZdhW385k/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SYAZyGUt0qI/AAAAAAAAARU/vctZdhW385k/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296261510269358754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Charlie Brown, how I'm feelin' ya right about now. That phrase and his expression have never seemed more fitting. It just makes sense. The past few weeks have been super crazy. There was the day we had to evacuate the building at school because the Store below us got robbed and the students were a little rattled. An ambulance being called at work, students feeling stressed, and overwhelmed, and not to get too personal but feeling all to hormonal and emotional in the midst of this. MUST. CATCH. BREATH. I have to say however, I wake up every morning and enjoy going to my job. I love it. Challenges and all. Through all this craziness let's not forget that I've slept little, and it continues in my crazy, yet super real dreams. The kind that when you wake up you have to think about whether it was real or a dream. Not the kind that you're playing chess with Anderson Cooper and Peter Griffin, (yes that was one of my dreams). On more than one occasion, I was convinced that it was real. Then when I start to think about it, I realize there is no possible way that Shawn Spencer from the TV show "Psych" is in my class.... but it seemed so real.... You know what I'm talking about right? You're laughing because you relate, am I right?.... Please say yes. Anyhow what is real is I changed my hair and now it's black and purple. I call it my "hot bruise" do. So my hair is black, and I put a few purple extensions in it. (brown chicken brown cow...inside joke). It's like I'm the one in Cosmo school all over again. I love it. So that's about it for right now. I'm doing well, and I'll take every bit of the craziness, it's quite entertaining because like Michael Scott says..."There is such a thing as good grief, just ask Charlie Brown".....I'm not quite sure what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3695747577788270752?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3695747577788270752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3695747577788270752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3695747577788270752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3695747577788270752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SYAZyGUt0qI/AAAAAAAAARU/vctZdhW385k/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6718266564784130689</id><published>2009-01-18T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:58:34.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love/hate relationship(s).</title><content type='html'>As I've now been 2 weeks, Diet Coke free, I've been contemplating my love/hate relationship with that delicious, yet devious drink. I do love the stuff, but I hate the fact that I don't drink water, and that carbonation isn't very good for you. It made me think of other love/hate relationships that I have with a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;     I love/hate- my rainbow flip-flops. I love the way they make my feet feel. It's like they're giving my feet a hug. I hate that I can't wear them to work. It forces me to wear actual shoes, which I hate/hate.&lt;br /&gt;     I love/hate- music. I love the new, funky, indie music I find. I love the music I have for any mood I'm in. It can change, or enhance a mood, and I love it. I hate what some would call "music", country music isn't music it's whining. Hip-hop or pop music is really just a synthesizer working overtime. This is my honest, (and right) opinion. :)&lt;br /&gt;     I love/hate- movies. I love them because it's so fun to escape reality isn't it? Plus it is SO much fun to watch a good looking man on the big screen. Comedy, Drama, Suspense, it's all great. I hate them because a good majority of movies suck big time, and I hate when I pay $10 to see a pile of junk that I could have done better crapping out! Not to mention some of the actors get paid piles of money to pretty much phone in their lines. I can't believe some of the movies they green-light. &lt;br /&gt;     I love/hate- modern technology. By this I mean the following: My car, cell-phone, computer, ipod, and tivo. Man do they make my life easier, and better. I hate how dependent I am on them. My car: takes me where I need to go, but I do have to fight with traffic, and take care of maintenance, which isn't easy. What would I do without my cell-phone, I actually have a panic attack if I leave it home. I love my computer, but I sure do spend a lot of time on it which I hate. I don't know what I did without my ipod, but I hate when it crashes, or freezes up. Finally, my tivo, is amazing. Thank goodness I have it to watch all my MANY TV shows, what would I do without you. But I hate, how much TV I watch because of it. Like I said Way to dependent on these things. But thank goodness for them. &lt;br /&gt;     Last but not least... I love/hate- animals. They bring so much joy to us. Buddy makes me laugh like crazy, and even the roadies (Elvis and Princess Sofia) are entertaining, but I hate them because we have to add birds to this category. I HATE BIRDS. I think they're awful. I mean come on they caused a plane crash. Yet another reason to hate birds. Can everyone just agree with me now. They crap on your car, your head, your freshly cleaned windows. They're a nuisance, and I promise you people they will peck your eyes out. I'm just sayin'......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6718266564784130689?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6718266564784130689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6718266564784130689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6718266564784130689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6718266564784130689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lovehate-relationships.html' title='My love/hate relationship(s).'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4360446962446705998</id><published>2009-01-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:10:49.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Here I come</title><content type='html'>I used to be a goal oriented person, I don't know what happened to me, but It's time to become that person again I so miss. I have a few goals I want to accomplish they say if you don't write down a goal, it's only a wish. So here are just a few for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arrevaderci Diet Coke-y:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SWYxpLMS_HI/AAAAAAAAARE/FcxLKWDZgfQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SWYxpLMS_HI/AAAAAAAAARE/FcxLKWDZgfQ/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288969395841989746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I love my delicious Diet Coke, I feel that I drink way too much of it. So I've bid Adieu to it. Hopefully that will help me drink more water, and help aide my weight loss goal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guess what.. it's lose weight, I haven't been going to the gym, shame on me, so I'm going to get my you know what in gear and drop those many unwanted lbs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got a fortune from a fortune cookie on New Years Eve that said something about getting out of debt or something like that, so that's a goal this year too.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a bunch of books that I've wanted to read. So that is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll do well at it. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4360446962446705998?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4360446962446705998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4360446962446705998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4360446962446705998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4360446962446705998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-here-i-come.html' title='2009 Here I come'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SWYxpLMS_HI/AAAAAAAAARE/FcxLKWDZgfQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3109640043739211839</id><published>2009-01-08T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:48:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old, In with the New!!</title><content type='html'>I must say I'm not sad to see 2008 leave. Luckily the year ended on a good note, but looking at the year with a glass half empty approach, this year sort of sucked. Between losing friend, losing a job, and just about losing my mind, yeah I'll say I'm glad it's bye bye to 2008. Here are a few things I learned, about myself mainly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Most people think my music taste is as they would put it "peculiar".... and I like it. I was able to see some great concerts, and had some interesting, experiences at them. I think my top 2 would be Vampire Weekend, and Ani Difranco. Vampire Weekend was so funky and fun. I love their Musical style. The lead singer is very Geek/chic. LOVED IT. Ani was great, because she's so folksy and fun, and it was a concert I went to with my sister, we haven't been to a concert together, forever, and it was a fun bonding moment.&lt;br /&gt;2. My name is much better when you pronounce it "Jernine". It's even better when a sentence starts..."But Jernine, I just want to be friends" ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue mascara makes my blue eyes pop. Such a great trick I learned. Nobody notices that I'm wearing blue mascara but they always mention how blue my eyes are. The secret is out.&lt;br /&gt;4. For some reason, I only like writing in Sharpie markers. I don't know why, I just like it&lt;br /&gt;5. Hawaii is heaven on earth. I'm so grateful that I was able to go there last Feb. with my Family. It was amazing, and I'll be honest that was probably the happiest moment of 2008. Sad huh. &lt;br /&gt;6. The following TV shows are AWESOME (I'm singing that, that means it's important): How I met your Mother, The New Adventures of Old Christine, The Mentalist and The Soup. Now there are many other TV shows that are awesome, these are just ones that I've discovered this year, with the exception of The Soup. I just saw Joel Mchale live, and it reconfirmed to me, that everyone needs to be watching this show. Do yourself a favor people.&lt;br /&gt;7. You're nothing without your family/good friends. I'm so lucky to have an amazing family to help me through hard times, and I really learned who my true friends are as well. Thank goodness for them both.&lt;br /&gt;8. It is so difficult to transition from a singles ward, to a family ward. I didn't think I'd have as hard of a time with it. But it has been so tough. Luckily I know that the Gospel is true, and the ward isn't the most important so it will fall into place, sooner or later. (Hopefully sooner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are in no particular order of importance, They're just what came to me at 1:00 in the morning, when I can't sleep. (Somethings never change). Anyway I'll I have to say is 2008.... Buh Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3109640043739211839?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3109640043739211839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3109640043739211839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3109640043739211839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3109640043739211839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old, In with the New!!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1645825439489214311</id><published>2009-01-01T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:07:16.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Chaos</title><content type='html'>It's been so awesome to come up to Utah to spend time with my family, this Christmas break has been great. I love the feeling of Christmas and all that it represents. The thing is that part of the feeling up in Utah is the lack of feeling of my toes. It has been super cold. On Christmas day it dumped snow like you wouldn't believe. There was slightly, (and by slightly I mean a bunch) more than we got in Vegas. It's been hilarious watching our Buddy playing in the snow.... through the window, from the warmth of the house. When the whole family gets together, with Jessica's dog Brody, it's so fun to watch the 2 dogs play. They're so cute. I could (and did) watch them for hours. We also were able to get together with extended family and see the Grandparents and cousins. I love being able to spend time with my family, and all I seemed to do was sleep, and watch movies. I guess I just save up my sleep from Vegas and take care of it up here. I was able to spend some time with my niece Kaycee. I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas, and was able to spend it with loved ones. I hope you all got what you wanted from Santa. But more importantly I hope you all reflected on the true meaning of CHRISTmas! Here is a fun video of Buddy and Brody having fun, and some of the fun moments of my week! 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However I did go spend an evening with them the other night and we had fun times with the camera. I love these kids. They're the closest things I'll have to my own so I like to spoil them and love on them. I must say my name is so much cuter when Lucas says it. I'll be so sad when he doesn't say Jernine anymore. He's actually said it right a few times. Here are a few pics of our fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355575057356&amp;amp;site=widget-cc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355575057356&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p1/2954361355575057356/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355575057356&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p2/2954361355575057356/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355575057356&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p4/2954361355575057356/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6157988252692802067?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6157988252692802067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6157988252692802067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6157988252692802067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6157988252692802067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/12/chillin-with-my-kiddies.html' title='Chillin with my kiddies!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3068375302940933219</id><published>2008-12-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:27:52.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmd8RO-FzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yLA3cMr2pKQ/s1600-h/Christmas2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmd8RO-FzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yLA3cMr2pKQ/s320/Christmas2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285429296439891762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love teaching, and my class is great. I just taught them the chapter on Tricology, which is the study of hair... fitting right? Well as one of their assignments I wanted them to either draw, or build me a model of the structure of a hair strand. This is what one looks like from our book. I knew they would all do a good job, but I was even more impressed than I thought I would be. Take a look below at some of their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVme8-W2wWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_qemYlC6e20/s1600-h/Christmas2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVme8-W2wWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_qemYlC6e20/s320/Christmas2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285430408064188770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The one on the front left is made out of a cake. The cuticle is graham crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmgHWvCEJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dXtnHjBIOCE/s1600-h/Christmas2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmgHWvCEJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dXtnHjBIOCE/s200/Christmas2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285431685918363794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmhOkOutjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mqz1NruHbUY/s1600-h/Christmas2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmhOkOutjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mqz1NruHbUY/s200/Christmas2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285432909311686194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Didn't they do a great job. I think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3068375302940933219?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3068375302940933219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3068375302940933219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3068375302940933219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3068375302940933219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/12/schools-cool.html' title='School&apos;s Cool'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SVmd8RO-FzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yLA3cMr2pKQ/s72-c/Christmas2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3804991373983109238</id><published>2008-12-29T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:49:24.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch up!</title><content type='html'>I've loved this week. It's been so AWESOME, being home for the Christmas holiday, and having nothing...I repeat nothing pressing to do. I'll be honest, I've mainly been sleeping. Who says you can never catch up on sleep? Now that I have a bit of time I thought I'd catch up on what's been going on. So the next few posts will be a little catching up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3804991373983109238?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3804991373983109238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3804991373983109238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3804991373983109238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3804991373983109238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time to catch up!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-850150855047498747</id><published>2008-12-14T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:50:11.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been too Busy to Blog</title><content type='html'>***Disclaimer- I'm in no way complaining***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is my life lately. Salon, School, Home, repeat. Some days it's Salon, School, Salon, Home. It's Sunday night, and I still have shows on my Tivo from last Monday. I love my jobs and I'm so grateful I have them, I know right now a lot of people are losing theirs right and left. Been there done that. So I'm happy I'm busy, but if my blogs get few and far between, that is why. I saw my kids this weekend and it had been so long since I've seen them. They said "Jernine, where have you been, we've missed you." I know adorable huh. They wanted me to stay for a week. I did too, but it's not to be right now. Anyhow, that's my life, in a nutshell. Hope every body's holiday is Hap-hap-hap-happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-850150855047498747?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/850150855047498747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=850150855047498747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/850150855047498747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/850150855047498747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-too-busy-to-blog.html' title='Been too Busy to Blog'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8382009345519725052</id><published>2008-12-07T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:02:34.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STuQlDPETlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QazEy2viM_A/s1600-h/pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STuQlDPETlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QazEy2viM_A/s320/pressure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970354592730706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pressure, pushing down on you pressing down on me, no man ask for. Under pressure, that burns a building down, splits a family in two, puts people on the street....It's the terror of knowing what the world is about, watching some good friend screaming "let me out" pray tomorrow, gets me higher....." - David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days? Holy crap today was one of those for me. I worked at the school and it seemed to be one crazy thing after another. I love teaching, but sometimes it gets frustrating when the students don't do what they're told, don't follow the rules, so I'm the bad guy for enforcing them. They knew these rules coming into the school. Plus I'm flabbergasted when they say "man I have a color and cut today, I don't want to do that." My reply to them is "Then why are you here? This is what you're trained to do." I don't want to be the hard a**, but I will be. I'm not going to allow the students to break the rules, because it hinders their growth and professionalism. It's all silly. But by the end of the day, I truly felt like a basket case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8382009345519725052?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8382009345519725052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8382009345519725052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8382009345519725052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8382009345519725052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STuQlDPETlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QazEy2viM_A/s72-c/pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1331650206132423503</id><published>2008-11-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:07:33.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last, but never least...more like first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN-NzTyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rIMYbMwfruc/s1600-h/43469_gak240tn_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN-NzTyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rIMYbMwfruc/s320/43469_gak240tn_st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698364157608786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never end this month without expressing thanks to my Savior. I'm so Thankful for my Church and all it teaches. I'm thankful for my Savior, and all he did for us, and for the Atonement. Without it I would be in big trouble. I'm mentioning this now, first because it has been on my mind a lot. My friend Holly, recently had a brother pass away, and while I am so sad for her and her family, I am so grateful she has the gospel and knowledge of what is to come. I know that the Spirit is a comfort to those that mourn, and I'm grateful that we have that knowledge. I want to say to Holly that my heart goes out to you and me and my family are praying for you and yours. &lt;br /&gt;I know I take the church for granted sometimes, and I'm very repentant of that. I am just glad I have it in my life. That is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1331650206132423503?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1331650206132423503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1331650206132423503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1331650206132423503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1331650206132423503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-but-never-leastmore-like-first.html' title='Last, but never least...more like first...'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN-NzTyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rIMYbMwfruc/s72-c/43469_gak240tn_st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5408067286945122344</id><published>2008-11-30T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:58:46.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN3051d93I/AAAAAAAAAPA/_ny-KnGOdv8/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN3051d93I/AAAAAAAAAPA/_ny-KnGOdv8/s320/thanksgiving2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274691339342968690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would end the month with the thing I am most thankful for...which is what I started out with. My family and friends. It's okay that I mention them twice, because they are so important to me, it's worth mentioning more than once. &lt;br /&gt;It has been so awesome being home for Thanksgiving, but I was a little scared because, since the weather was a little rainy, they had been cancelling flights, so early Thanksgiving morning I called and found out my flight was leaving on time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN4RaT9bLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eSLTxEFAegU/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+002.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/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN4RaT9bLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eSLTxEFAegU/s320/thanksgiving2008+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274691829097131186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew!!! While I was waiting in line to board the plane, I called my mom to let her know I was on my way. BUT.... being the trickster that I am I thought I'd have a little fun with it. Here's how the conversation went. Mom: "Happy Thanksgiving, we are so excited for you to get here" Me: "yeah, about that. Ummm My flight's been cancelled" Mom: "WHAT!!! Please tell me your kidding" Me: (as I'm giggling) "Okay, I'm kidding I'm getting ready to board the flight right now." Now I'll share with you my side of the conversation, and what those around me could here. Me: ".....I'm getting ready to board the flight right now.....Oh mom, are you crying?.....Don't cry, it was just a joke, I'll be there in an hour.... Oh man, did I ruin Thanksgiving? I'm a terrible daughter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN6Uv7_FRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7ptfhw0G__s/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN6Uv7_FRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7ptfhw0G__s/s320/thanksgiving2008+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694085465019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah my joke backfired, I've learned never to kid with my mom on Thanksgiving. Or as she puts it "Her Holiday." The people around me went from looking at me with confusion because we were all in line, to laughing because it serves me right for trying to play a joke on my mom. (oh Karma the mouse, how dare you)&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend has been fun and my family has been amazing. We had fun trying to work our timers to get the picture above that the 2 Dave's', were plum tuckered out. &lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun this weekend, we watched movies HSM 3, and Quantum of Solace, in the same day. Of course I was the kitchen cosmetologist and did hair, but I also had time to catch up with a few friends. My friend Tiersa who we try to get together every time I come up, but it doesn't always happen, and my friend Anais Haase. She &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN7y8TZ3II/AAAAAAAAAPY/h4XztGwSodo/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN7y8TZ3II/AAAAAAAAAPY/h4XztGwSodo/s320/thanksgiving2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274695703692172418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was one of my mission companions, and I haven't seen her in 6 years. It was so much fun catching up with her. We had such an awesome time and she looks amazing. Anais I love ya like crazy and I'm SO glad we caught up. Let's not let 6 years go by again. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me so excited for Christmas time. I can't wait to come back up and spend more time with my loved ones. This month has made me realize how much I have to be thankful for. For all of you, thank you for being a part of my life. I hope your Thanksgiving was as good as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5408067286945122344?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5408067286945122344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5408067286945122344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5408067286945122344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5408067286945122344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-last-hurrah.html' title='My Last Hurrah!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STN3051d93I/AAAAAAAAAPA/_ny-KnGOdv8/s72-c/thanksgiving2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5812098840612513959</id><published>2008-11-28T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:33:41.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Kaycee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STDhyEsW-mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-dj16m-4puQ/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STDhyEsW-mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-dj16m-4puQ/s320/thanksgiving2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273963414020356706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome being home to spend time with my family for the holiday. One thing that has be extra special is that my FAVORITE niece is here for the holiday. I can't believe how big she has gotten since I saw her in the summer. She also has the cutest new haircut. Plus this chick cracks me up. She tends to burp in such a way that it would impress anyone. Well at Thanksgiving dinner she burped, loud I might add and I couldn't help it I started laughing, then she burped again and said "ooh, I need to learn to close my mouth," well I completely lost it. I know I shouldn't laugh because that promotes bad behavior, but this is why I don't have children, and I'm not going to stop anytime soon. Anyhow, I'd do just about anything for her. Case in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STDfX4LJlmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V5pbNJXs00c/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STDfX4LJlmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V5pbNJXs00c/s320/thanksgiving2008+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273960764959987298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;point I went to "Shark Boy and Lava Girl" with her... did I mention it was in 3-D. Yeah she has me wrapped around her finger. So when Jessica told me that she was taking her to "High School Musical 3" and asked me if I wanted to go, I thought to myself, do I want to see the movie NO!!!!! But do I want to spend time with my sister, niece, and mom...well yeah, so I agreed to go. It was no easy feat either, one theater it was sold out, the other the sound was bad so they weren't showing it, and the third one was not until later, but Kaycee was all set to watch it, decked out in her HSM shirt and all. So we went to the later show. Well she was so happy. The whole time we were watching it she had the cheesiest smile on her face. It was good just seeing her so happy. I'm glad I could be a great aunt to her. High School Musical, was sooo cheesy, and definitely not my demographic, did I like the show? No! But... confession, I enjoyed it more than "Twilight." In fact, I would go see HSM again before Twilight. Bottom line, I did NOT like "Twilight at all. But I am SOOOO thankful for my niece Kaycee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5812098840612513959?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5812098840612513959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5812098840612513959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5812098840612513959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5812098840612513959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-with-kaycee.html' title='Fun with Kaycee'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/STDhyEsW-mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-dj16m-4puQ/s72-c/thanksgiving2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-997055499832224561</id><published>2008-11-26T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:05:10.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's nearly the end of the month. Hopefully I won't start having my Christmas panic.... who am I kidding, I will. But here are a few thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The rain. Even though I am totally loving the nice weather in Nov. I'm loving it that it's raining right now. It just doesn't rain that much here, so when it does it's kind of nice. Plus I love the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;2: Online check in. Now I don't have to check in at the airport, I can forgo all those lines. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;3: This is a little nostalgic but yesterday I hit my 10 year mark of being home from my mission. That is crazy. Even though my mission seems like a lifetime ago, I am so thankful for it. It has made me the person I am. So I'm so thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;4: Precious sleep. Anyone who knows me knows that this sure doesn't come easy for me. But last night I had such an awesome night of sleep and I didn't wake up once. Which in and of its self is an accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-997055499832224561?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/997055499832224561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=997055499832224561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/997055499832224561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/997055499832224561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/merci.html' title='Merci'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6968461867898252625</id><published>2008-11-25T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:54:37.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danke Schoen</title><content type='html'>Things to give thanks for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: A few days off. I feel like I've been working ragged, and while I'm loving every minute I'll be glad to get a few days off. It will be nice not having to turn on an alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;2: Text messaging/voice mail. I swear if it weren't for these things I'd never keep in touch with my friends or family&lt;br /&gt;3: Facebook. This is in an entirely different category because, not only do I reconnect with old friends, but it's a fun time waster too.... I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;4: Living comforts. I don't know how they did it in the olden days, but there is nothing better than listening to my ipod, while I look on my laptop, in between watching TV shows I've had recorded on my TV, all while laying on my bed. I couldn't do the whole, lighting a fire for warmth, and a candle for light, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;5: Peppermint ice cream. No need to elaborate. I love this time of the year for that reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6968461867898252625?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6968461867898252625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6968461867898252625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6968461867898252625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6968461867898252625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/danke-schoen.html' title='Danke Schoen'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8459986611342258248</id><published>2008-11-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:04:22.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSpNV1gTDDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kmqg5bPMUwE/s1600-h/shots.snap.com.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSpNV1gTDDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kmqg5bPMUwE/s320/shots.snap.com.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272111351325723698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a very happy night for me. As you can tell my long awaited and very beloved 24 was back with a 2 hour movie event. For those of you who live in a hole, 24 is (let me make sure I give this enough enthusiasm) THE BEST TV SHOW EVER, and all of you NEED to watch it. Since they had such a long hiatus, and weren't on last year due to the writers strike (I know.. LONGEST. DROUGHT. EVER), they did a movie event to bring us up to date, as to what our hero Jack has been doing since last season, and tie in what the next season will be about. I'm so stoked I can't even begin to describe. Sometimes I play a little game while watching. It's like a drinking game without drinking. So because of that I want to give a run down of the numbers, and give my views on the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- The number of people Jack killed. Some were at his own hand, and some he set up. But that's pretty good for a 2 hour event&lt;br /&gt;2- Number of torture scenes. It wouldn't be 24 without them.&lt;br /&gt;2- Number of times Jack said Dammit. I know, I'm shocked. Unless it happened more and I'm totally immune to it. But that was in the last 15 minutes as well. I think his new word of choice is Son of a B****, which is all good, because that's my panic word (or phrase) of choice as well. We're kindred.&lt;br /&gt;1- The number of smarmy old men that I'm going to love to hate. Jon Voight, I'm going to love loathing you. I'll give a 1/2 to Powers Boothe the outgoing President, who I've never really liked.&lt;br /&gt;Best line of the night goes to Jack when he said to the wimpy UN guy "Save your helmet for the Parade do you have a gun or not." I love you Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1- I'm liking the Woman Pres. I think she'll be a good addition to the new season. Plus her last name is Taylor and that's just awesome. &lt;br /&gt;2- All kick but men have the initials JB- Jack Bauer, James Bond, Jason Bourne. I don't think they did that by accident. Now I need to find me a man whose last name starts with B..... oh Jack...Where are you.&lt;br /&gt;3- Watching 24 is just as big of a workout as going to the gym. My heart rate was up the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;4- I loved Benton, and wish we would have had some more of him.. (I can't remember what his first name is..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm so excited for Jan. 11, 2009. I'll be glued to my TV (like I need an excuse right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8459986611342258248?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8459986611342258248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8459986611342258248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8459986611342258248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8459986611342258248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSpNV1gTDDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kmqg5bPMUwE/s72-c/shots.snap.com.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1461116936970578160</id><published>2008-11-21T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:51:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many more Thanks</title><content type='html'>Okay it's been a few days, so here are my thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The nice weather. It's been like in the high 70's here the last few weeks. Not even cool enough for a jacket. Let me tell you that's my kind of weather!&lt;br /&gt;2: Entertainment. I can't put in words the joy I am feeling because on Sunday there is a 24 movie event. YAY! I've missed Jack Bauer so much, and I can't wait. I can't help but get wrapped up in all my fun shows. I'm just not ashamed to say it. I can't wait to feel the 24 intensity once again&lt;br /&gt;3: The holiday season. I must say it's been a sneaky thing, because it came way sooner than expected. (Just like every year I suppose). I didn't even realize that Thanksgiving was next week, but I'm super excited to go home and spend time with my family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1461116936970578160?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1461116936970578160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1461116936970578160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1461116936970578160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1461116936970578160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-more-thanks.html' title='Many more Thanks'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1726805643467985356</id><published>2008-11-16T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:37:42.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and one more thing</title><content type='html'>I did forget to mention one thing I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;Long talks with loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC565ahAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PPl8xOiILjw/s1600-h/IMG_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC565ahAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PPl8xOiILjw/s320/IMG_1716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269415985519067954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Me and Jess, last Christmas, and may I say we are in true form. We are goofy together, and are super cool, and super sexy! :) (Inside joke for Jess)&lt;br /&gt;We had a long conversation last night, she actually heard the conversation I had with Sadie about Karma the Mouse. But what I'm thankful for is the fact that we can call each other in our times of need. I know I've sure called her many a time so she could hear my drama, and I'm so grateful if I get the chance to reciprocate. I'm not sure how often she reads this blog, but Jess I love ya like crazy, and I'll always be here. You're one of my heroes, and I hope you are feeling better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC7YBFkZnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g0faFfnwDao/s1600-h/IMG_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC7YBFkZnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g0faFfnwDao/s320/IMG_1733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269417585306527346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and Jen. Love you like crazy too Jen. We love to dish about our favorite TV shows, and all sorts of other very IMPORTANT stuff. Jen, you are as well one of my heroes. Jen has diabetes and I admire her, because it is something that sure changes your life. She's had a lot of problems in the past with it, but I'll be honest, I never can remember her every saying something like "Why me?" I'm sure she thinks it but she keeps a pretty positive attitude about it. I'm not sure I would do the same. Just want you to know Jen that it really is admirable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is I couldn't ask for 2 better sisters in the world. We sure fought like crazy growing up, but they are 2 of my best friends. Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1726805643467985356?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1726805643467985356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1726805643467985356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1726805643467985356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1726805643467985356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh and one more thing'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC565ahAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PPl8xOiILjw/s72-c/IMG_1716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3428669116602234256</id><published>2008-11-16T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:21:49.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of the negative. More positive stuff</title><content type='html'>Okay, I feel better after stepping on my soapbox, but now back to my thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1: My AMAZING Grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSCySCQbTLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sxvVWYGEmLo/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSCySCQbTLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sxvVWYGEmLo/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269407586936638642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are 2 of the most supportive, loving people I know. I had a good talk with my Grandma the other day. Albeit very short. She isn't much of a phone person. But she really wanted to know how my my new job was and was so excited for me. I really do appreciate it. They've raised great posterity. Now I no they don't read this, but Grandma and Grandpa your Jeanniney-bug loves you very much&lt;br /&gt;2: The Leavers, and these little kids of theirs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC1RDeO9xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5WfJ1WrCbT8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC1RDeO9xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5WfJ1WrCbT8/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410868618000146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not love these faces? Lucas didn't really want his picture taken, and Sadie was really into the show they were watching, but I love spending time with these kids. This is totally self-centered, but they totally boost my ego. They are always so excited to see me. Andrea informed me that they said, "Mommy, can you go away for like 4 days so Jeannine can come over." I'm sure it made Andrea feel bad, but it made me so happy. I watched them last night, and they asked me if I was going to be here when they woke up. They were very disappointed when I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC2hGb9jfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FM794NCkjr4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSC2hGb9jfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FM794NCkjr4/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412243803311602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always make me laugh. I walked into the room and saw Lucas like this. He was just wearing the bunny ears, his soccer uniform, and watching Madagascar. I had to take a picture of him. I love trying to reason with them. Admittedly it can be a bit frustrating, but the following conversation explains why it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: "Jernine, Sadie just hit me"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sadie come here"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie does not come........ 30 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "Jeannine, Elliet just hit me in the neck"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sadie, do you know what Karma is?"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is it"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "A mouse" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "No Sadie, karma is not a mouse"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "Who's Karma then?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Karma is when you do something bad to someone, then something bad will happen to you. Remember when you hit Lucas?"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well you hit Lucas, then Elliet hit you. Do you feel bad you hit Lucas?"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "No"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well maybe that's why Elliet hit you then. How about nobody hit anybody else?"&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: "Okay, but what about the mouse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if Sadie will take anything from that conversation except to think that Jeannine is trying to teach me lesson's about mice. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have no idea if there is a mouse named Karma, but if there is, It really ruined a teaching moment for me. Hmmm... Is that my Karma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3428669116602234256?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3428669116602234256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3428669116602234256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3428669116602234256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3428669116602234256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-of-negative-more-positive-stuff.html' title='Enough of the negative. More positive stuff'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SSCySCQbTLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sxvVWYGEmLo/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4478090863348526268</id><published>2008-11-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:37:32.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm thankful for....and one thing I'm not</title><content type='html'>I apologize in advance for this long post... I'm on my soapbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story. My friend Kristen works at The Mandalay Bay, and she called me telling me she had 2 tickets to see Kathy Griffin in concert. I agreed and we went to the show. We sat down, and just as it was beginning to start 2.... (Hmmmm... nice words?) big jerks, sat down behind us. They immediately started talking... not whispering.... talking. Plus, the lady had a ear shattering cackle that I'm sure people in New York could here. Going to a comedy show, this does not bode well for us. Well they were talking so loud we couldn't even hear Kathy Griffin. Who isn't very quiet. Well my friend had enough so she turned around and said, "I don't mean to be rude, but when you are talking we can't hear her over you, do you mind talking a little softer?" Not rude at all right? Apparently they didn't think so, they started saying "We aren't even talking very loud, turn around and shut up. if you don't like it, move seats. Now get out of our faces" Ok, I'm paraphrasing, but it was kind of like that. Plus the fact that they were putting their hands in Kristen's face. So.. after that tension filled confrontation do you think we were enjoying ourselves? I'll answer that, the answer is NO we were not. Then for the next 10 minutes every time they laughed they would say "No having fun in this section", and "Oh no better not laugh we may get in trouble." Needless to say we were miserable. Were we wrong in saying something to them? I don't know. Kristen was not rude or sarcastic in any way and then they were complete drunken jerks. Well right about that time someone in another section got up and left and people around him started cheering. Kathy saw this and said, "Just so you know, we may be in Vegas, but in this theater it's a police state, and I'm all in support of the Shushers, if you are talking I'm the one that shushes you. So those of you that are talking and carrying on, good luck because I support the shushers." Well our section totally started cheering and the people behind us started saying, "we're in a comedy show not a movie." Finally I turned around and said quit being such d-bags. (but I did say the word) After that they called us the word... You know what word I'm thinking right... the big "C"-word. Kristen looked like she was about ready to punch someone. I was thinking to myself... I'm really to the point that being thrown in jail might be worth it if I punch this lady in the windpipe. (Please don't judge me and think I'm violent but these people were being horrible). Kristen turned to me and said "Are you enjoying yourself let's just see if we can switch seats." I quickly agreed we got up, (I was a little afraid that we were going to get cheered as well, but everyone was silent, I think they were wishing they would have got up and left as well, these people were ruthless). Kristen went directly to the Security guard and told him the situation, asking if we could please get different seats. Well the security guard asked where we were sitting, she told him where, and I'll be honest I was afraid that he was going to go up and talk to them. Now I'm all about confrontation, but I just didn't want to ruin things for the other concert goers. I already felt guilty that we were partially the reason there evening wasn't stellar, I didn't want a security guard making things worse. Well he just walked over by our old seats but talked to the usher and we got even better seats. The funny thing is, we could still hear that cackle. &lt;br /&gt;So things I've learned from this experience:&lt;br /&gt;1: Kristen and I don't think that Mandalay Bay is the best place for us, and comedy shows, after what happened with Joel Mchale, and Kathy Griffin. However the staff at Mandalay Bay, have always been accommodating and for that I'm very thankful&lt;br /&gt;2: Never confront an obnoxious drunk. Or never sit next to one if you can.&lt;br /&gt;My question is this- What would you have done in this situation? Should we have just stayed? Should we have said nothing and just left? (Probably). "WWYHD" What would you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4478090863348526268?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4478090863348526268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4478090863348526268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4478090863348526268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4478090863348526268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-im-thankful-forand-one-thing-im.html' title='Things I&apos;m thankful for....and one thing I&apos;m not'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5381598909316686901</id><published>2008-11-12T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:16:12.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>So here are some thanks for the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wow, I'm so thankful for the beautiful sunsets. Last night after the sunset the sky was the most beautiful red and purple, it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;2. My parents for buying me a plane ticket to come home for Thanksgiving. I have to teach until Wednesday night, so I wouldn't be able to leave until late Wednesday night, or early Thanksgiving morning. So that was super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm thankful for the fact that I filled my tank with gas for less than $30. That is a relief. Yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5381598909316686901?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5381598909316686901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5381598909316686901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5381598909316686901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5381598909316686901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-720918976688024919</id><published>2008-11-11T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:06:54.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanks today</title><content type='html'>Here is my few things today:&lt;br /&gt;1: Theraflu. My body is trying to come down with a cold, and I don't want it to, so yay for theraflu. I took some and now I'll be able to sleep so cozy. Even though I LITERALLY gag it down and have to give myself pep-talks to drink it. It sure does wonders&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm so THANKFUL I'm done with school. My students started today, and it sure brings back memories. I'm soooo excited for them, but it makes me so glad that that is behind me. I can't wait to teach them all the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3: I'm thankful for MY students. They all seem so glad to be there and so excited, It makes me so excited. Isn't enthusiasm contagious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-720918976688024919?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/720918976688024919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=720918976688024919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/720918976688024919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/720918976688024919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thanks-today.html' title='My Thanks today'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3687213087047314449</id><published>2008-11-08T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:10:40.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks and stuff</title><content type='html'>So here are my thanks today....&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thankful for friends that will go to the $3.99 and up shoe store in the ghetto, so I could by some fuzzy boots. Thanks Beca. We had a fabulous time, PLUS... I'm thankful that I found cute fuzzy boots. They're so cute, and getting them at the $3.99 and up store they were pretty cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thankful for my TIVO. There is not a better invention. I've been able to catch up on all my shows, and since now I'm going to be working nights, it sure is nice to know that I don't have to miss all my great TV. &lt;br /&gt;3. I'm thankful for my little hamsters. These little guys are so fun to watch. They make me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3687213087047314449?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3687213087047314449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3687213087047314449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3687213087047314449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3687213087047314449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-and-stuff.html' title='Thanks and stuff'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4627221138626668105</id><published>2008-11-08T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:26:16.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...Thank you very much....</title><content type='html'>Oh the things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;1: I'm so thankful for hugs.... what could be better huh? Seriously who couldn't love hugs? If you don't you're dead inside, and that's saying a lot coming from me. But there is a specific reason I'm thankful for them today, let me explain.... So today at my AWESOME job, I've been shadowing the freshman class, since I'm getting my freshman class on Monday. Well freshmen, don't work on actually people, they do their cuts, colors, perms, etc. on their Patty mannequin dolls, but, they do get to bring in models from time to time. So today was their first time to bring in their models. One student was doing the haircut they had learned on Tuesday on her niece. She was pretty nervous because she was going to be cutting a lot of hair off, so she asked me to stay near by for moral support. So I complied and kept an eye on her, I was there to give her pointers and help answer her questions, but mainly reassure her when I could tell she was starting to freak out. She was taking on a pretty difficult haircut and I was super proud of her for not wimping out. (A lot of students tried to back out of doing cuts, but we didn't let them,and I wouldn't let her do that anyway). She did such a great job, I cross checked it and helped her fix some very minor snips here and there, then I showed her some tricks on finishing the cut, and let me tell you this girl looked so cute at the end. The cut was soooo fantastic. The other students kept coming up to her and were in awe at the job she did. I think they were jealous they didn't get to do that cut on their models. My student, was beaming from ear to ear, and so was her niece, and afterward she gave me the biggest hug. This hug started from her head and went down to her toes. You could feel how happy she was. Let me tell you that warmed the very cockles of my heart. She threw her arms around her other instructor, and her instructor whispered to me, "I need to walk away because I'm going to start to cry... I'm so happy for her." Anyhow, THAT is why I'm thankful for hugs.&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm thankful for a day off. So it's not technically a full day off, because I'm going in to the salon in the morning to do a quick color, but it will be nice, after this hectic week, to be able to relax for the next 2 days. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4627221138626668105?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4627221138626668105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4627221138626668105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4627221138626668105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4627221138626668105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-youthank-you-very-much.html' title='Thank you...Thank you very much....'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-9113186106911878470</id><published>2008-11-04T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:57:56.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day Thanks!</title><content type='html'>While I'm not super excited about the whole Election, and while I sort of have a downer attitude about it...(not really a believer of the whole "every vote counts" hoo-ha) my first thanks today has to deal with it:&lt;br /&gt;1: I'm so thankful that it's over, I'm glad we won't be seeing the commercials anymore, getting the phone calls, e-mails... etc. etc. And even though I'm not too thrilled with the outcome either way, it will be good to have someone new in office for people to complain about. I know this sounds like I'm not thankful at all, but I am soooo thankful that I'm an American, and we actually have the right to vote. This country is awesome, and I love being a member of this great nation.&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm going to use all caps because yes, I am shouting this. I LOVE MY NEW JOB. I started my first official day of work today. Yesterday I went to a training class, and that was awesome, because I learned so many good techniques on how to be an effective instructor, but today I shadowed in a classroom, and was able to help the students when they were cutting on their mannequin heads. It was so great to see them get that Ah-ha moment. It was even great to see them struggle, but then after asking a few questions overcome that struggle. I literally left today with the biggest cheesiest grin on my face. I even did a haircut on the instructor of their class, so I did a live model demo. It was awesome to be able to take the reigns and show the students how I was cutting. I felt so at ease, I wasn't nervous or uncomfortable at all. I love what I do, I love doing hair, and I'm SO grateful for my job. Both of them. Right now I'm loving life, and I'm thankful for that too! Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-9113186106911878470?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/9113186106911878470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=9113186106911878470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9113186106911878470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9113186106911878470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-thanks.html' title='Election Day Thanks!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-9065062302712180632</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:41:14.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy the Brilliant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_oYVqk6tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6BhE1NIvkvI/s1600-h/buddy+braces+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_oYVqk6tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6BhE1NIvkvI/s320/buddy+braces+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264681994249628370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home last weekend and had to love a little on my brother buddy. He's just the most, to say the very least. I love just playing with him, and he loves when people play with him, so it all works out. The funny thing is that he HATES getting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_ota0rdaI/AAAAAAAAANY/11R47grchF8/s1600-h/buddy+braces+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_ota0rdaI/AAAAAAAAANY/11R47grchF8/s320/buddy+braces+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264682356411430306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  his picture taken. He will hide from the camera, and if you pull the camera out and turn it on, he bolts. I did get this picture above of him, but look at how mad he looks. So the funny thing is, my dad is teaching him new tricks everyday, and he's now getting him to literally jump through hoops for him. With him distracted I was able to get this video of him. It's so funny he'll do anything to play a little catch. Sometimes he's too anxious to get the ball and he won't jump through the hoops, but that's part of his charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e453abc290b4712" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e453abc290b4712%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A083F917649B1F93D2806EED8CFAE038DA9355A.6A9AEDECE8142C91BCBC7953200D73AEA4FCC613%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e453abc290b4712%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOdbc-QBEUHLx3bGuAhylj-vAZcs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e453abc290b4712%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A083F917649B1F93D2806EED8CFAE038DA9355A.6A9AEDECE8142C91BCBC7953200D73AEA4FCC613%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e453abc290b4712%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOdbc-QBEUHLx3bGuAhylj-vAZcs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-9065062302712180632?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e453abc290b4712&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/9065062302712180632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=9065062302712180632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9065062302712180632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/9065062302712180632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/buddy-brilliant.html' title='Buddy the Brilliant'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_oYVqk6tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6BhE1NIvkvI/s72-c/buddy+braces+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-2706838952097786021</id><published>2008-11-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:05:16.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thanks</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've got to play catch up, So a few things I have to voice my thanks for are:&lt;br /&gt;1: So awhile ago, I was writing how some of my clients were asking me in June if I was ready for Christmas. But the funny thing is I actually have Ideas this year, and not only that but I've already bought a few presents. AWESOME. The great thing about that is I'm totally in the Holiday spirit. Really focusing on things I'm Thankful for, and the other day when I was at store I was humming along to the Christmas Carols they were piping through the Musak.&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm really thankful for my pearly whites! I got my braces off on Wednesday and my teeth look AWESOME! Thanks Scott. Here's a pic. Notice my Cheesy smile. Also, don't mind the kinked neck, that's so I wouldn't have a double chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_i8YbIzbI/AAAAAAAAANI/d4aEPzBmv5c/s1600-h/buddy+braces+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_i8YbIzbI/AAAAAAAAANI/d4aEPzBmv5c/s320/buddy+braces+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264676016395701682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Okay, this is a total superficial one (like no braces isn't), but I love my music. I love discovering new music, I love listening to my old music. They may be Oldies but they sure are goodies. There is something about hearing my beloved Elvis, that puts a big cheesy grin on my face. I blast it, I rock out and I love EVERY SECOND! It's also awesome to find cheap MP3 download sites like my new fave MP3fiesta. So everyone do yourself a favor next time you're in your car blast your favorite song, sing at the top of your lungs and think of me, I'll be doing the same. My choice will be "Hard-headed woman".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-2706838952097786021?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/2706838952097786021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=2706838952097786021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2706838952097786021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2706838952097786021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-thanks.html' title='More Thanks'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQ_i8YbIzbI/AAAAAAAAANI/d4aEPzBmv5c/s72-c/buddy+braces+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6312832219359031473</id><published>2008-11-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:23:27.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks....Thanks alot!</title><content type='html'>So I decided to get in the spirit of the holidays I would write things I'm thankful for the whole month of Nov. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write something every day. But I want to have at least 31 things I'm thankful for. So to start the month off right, what I have to be thankful for is.........&lt;br /&gt;     1: My AWESOME Family!! I know that's a little cheesy and brown-nosey but I don't know what I would do if I didn't have them. I have a client that recently went through a very tragic event, and lost her grandchild. But rather than the family rallying around one another, there was nothing but discontent. I couldn't even imagine thinking, not to mention saying some of the things that my clients family have said to one another. It makes me so sad for her that she doesn't have a great support system like me. I never want to take that for granted. So to all my family immediate and extended. I love ya like crazy. I know they will always love and support me, and I know that sometimes that could be quite the cross to bare. :)&lt;br /&gt;     2: Along those same lines I'm thankful for my friends. You guys are the best. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of characters to associate myself with. I'm a lucky gal!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I'm a little cheesy. It won't always be like that. Like Veronica Mars would say I'm a marshmallow (because I'm a softie....) just keep that to yourselves please! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6312832219359031473?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6312832219359031473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6312832219359031473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6312832219359031473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6312832219359031473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksthanks-alot.html' title='Thanks....Thanks alot!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4673039964625146087</id><published>2008-10-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:06:57.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think it's sexy.... come on baby let me know!</title><content type='html'>So here I am changing my hair color once again. Lately I've changed it then changed it back so fast, people don't know I've done anything different. But the other day my friend Tayla at work did this lady's hair and I said I want to try that...do you think it would look good. Tayla is always trying to get me to do more daring things.  This is the girl that goes from white to red to black in about a month so I thought I want something new.... so with out further adieu.....what do you think? I know besides the whole myspace self taken photo. I must say for a girl that always goes back to my dark color, I'm loving it. I've got quite a few compliments and I really am loving the change. That being said I want your honest opinion. I know that at least 5 of you that read my blog are professional stylists, so be honest. I'm interested in every one's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQTbuwhId5I/AAAAAAAAANA/4fk9tGKaVbY/s1600-h/redhead+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQTbuwhId5I/AAAAAAAAANA/4fk9tGKaVbY/s320/redhead+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261571861019916178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4673039964625146087?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4673039964625146087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4673039964625146087' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4673039964625146087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4673039964625146087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-think-its-sexy-come-on-baby-let.html' title='If you think it&apos;s sexy.... come on baby let me know!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SQTbuwhId5I/AAAAAAAAANA/4fk9tGKaVbY/s72-c/redhead+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8280566776865682722</id><published>2008-10-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:11:13.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEK...</title><content type='html'>I found this in our house. It was big and icky and when I smushed it, I saw red on it's belly. YIKES! Better call a bug guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SP5FM_DpRmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FbAvEY6GWj4/s1600-h/yikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SP5FM_DpRmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FbAvEY6GWj4/s320/yikes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259717504202786402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8280566776865682722?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8280566776865682722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8280566776865682722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8280566776865682722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8280566776865682722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/eek.html' title='EEK...'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SP5FM_DpRmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FbAvEY6GWj4/s72-c/yikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7876361844138395506</id><published>2008-10-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:48:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so blue?</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you give a 4-year-old a blue raspberry laffy taffy. 2 words for you..... Lesson. Learned. I can't help it, he is still so stinkin' cute!!! What can I say, I'm a smitten kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPjPy2ZianI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BtgDlobV6Y0/s1600-h/beca%27s+wedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPjPy2ZianI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BtgDlobV6Y0/s320/beca%27s+wedding+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181037458090610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7876361844138395506?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7876361844138395506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7876361844138395506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7876361844138395506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7876361844138395506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-blue.html' title='Why so blue?'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPjPy2ZianI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BtgDlobV6Y0/s72-c/beca%27s+wedding+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-319503631325624189</id><published>2008-10-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:41:08.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beca The Beautiful</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Oct. 11, 2008. Beca got married. I'm so glad I was able to attend. She looked so beautiful. Her dress was perfect. Not to mention her hair! (do you see me patting myself on the back?) Without a doubt, I know her and Zack will be very happy, he is a great guy and they are a great couple. I was watching the kids that weekend and so I took them to the reception. (As well as the ceremony but that's another long story, I won't bore you with the details) As we were driving to the reception I told the kids we were going to see Beca and she was going to look very pretty. Sadie said "Like a Princess" I said "Yes just like a princess." On our drive there, we saw some spotlights shining in the sky, I'm not sure what it was for, but the kids were positive that they were for Beca. They kept saying "The lights are telling us to come see Princess Beca." They were so excited. Even when we turned away from the spotlights they were still sure it was for her. I must say they should have been. Congrats Beca and Zack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355568656580&amp;amp;site=widget-c4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355568656580&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p1/2954361355568656580/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355568656580&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p2/2954361355568656580/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355568656580&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c4.slide.com/p4/2954361355568656580/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-319503631325624189?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/319503631325624189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=319503631325624189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/319503631325624189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/319503631325624189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/beca-beautiful.html' title='Beca The Beautiful'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7614521952327854284</id><published>2008-10-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:19:10.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the cutest things</title><content type='html'>While I was watching the kids this week, I couldn't stop laughing at the funny things they were saying. I probably shouldn't have been laughing, but they would totally say things out of left field, things I wouldn't even expect them to say and by instinct I just laughed. This wasn't good when Lucas thought I was making fun of him. It's hard to explain to a 4-year-old that you aren't making fun of him, you just think he's funny. I wanted to write a few things down so I wouldn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPdyr0FChgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P7bkT_mqBFU/s1600-h/kids+weekend+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPdyr0FChgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P7bkT_mqBFU/s320/kids+weekend+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257797187018065410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Lucas said to me "Jernine how about you drive faster" Now in his defense I was going 50 in a 55 zone, but in my defense there was a lot of traffic. Then Lucas told me I needed to see the Halloween decorations because they were so Be-wootiful. Obviously he's Andrea's kid because all of them LOOOVVVE Halloween. (By the way this is his pose when I asked him to open his eyes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPd0KlB9OvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/c45ENLtRqTY/s1600-h/kids+weekend+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPd0KlB9OvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/c45ENLtRqTY/s320/kids+weekend+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257798815066176242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was also taken when I asked Sadie to open her eyes. It was opposite day I suppose. Notice her outfit. Friday she changed her clothes about 5 times, when I asked her about it she said "I need to wear theses clothes because I haven't worn them in awhile." Also she said to me "Jeannine remember when I got a bloody nose and I wasn't very scared but you were?" Umm... Yeah Sadie, I remember, I won't be forgetting that any time soon. I guess I didn't act as cool and collected as I thought I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPd1oTLxwMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ECpmje9EPpo/s1600-h/kids+weekend+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPd1oTLxwMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ECpmje9EPpo/s320/kids+weekend+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800425183232194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post this picture of Elliet...oh excuse me "Ellie" because whether she means to be or not this chick is HILARIOUS. I couldn't stop laughing at some of the things she said. Where do I begin. While watching a movie, someone on the movie said fat, Elliet responded to no one in particular "You should say thick, because thick means fat" I started laughing. The funniest thing is she had asked her Mom what thick meant, and Andrea was showing the difference of thick and thin with the size of books. So she is learning. Later that night, as she was playing on the couch she groaned and said "Scott didn't put his shoes away" I said Who? and she said "Scott" I said "And who is Scott?" She said "Daddy" I said "OK, so what do we call him?" and she said "Well his name is Scott isn't it?" That my friends is me being schooled by a 6-year-old TOUCHE'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7614521952327854284?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7614521952327854284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7614521952327854284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7614521952327854284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7614521952327854284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-say-cutest-things.html' title='Kids say the cutest things'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPdyr0FChgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P7bkT_mqBFU/s72-c/kids+weekend+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7581687094176743909</id><published>2008-10-11T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:28:53.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She likes me...She really likes me</title><content type='html'>While babysitting last night Elliet was coloring and I was on my computer, she started asking  me how to spell all the members of her families name, then she asked me to spell my name, I complied and spelled all of the names for her. I didn't think anything of it, but I found out why she asked me after they had gone to bed and I was cleaning up. I thought it was so cute, I HAD to take a picture. Now I know that if no one else likes me... at least Elliet does. AAAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPGKXCINegI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MmfrR051juU/s1600-h/kids+weekend+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPGKXCINegI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MmfrR051juU/s320/kids+weekend+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256134368431012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7581687094176743909?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7581687094176743909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7581687094176743909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7581687094176743909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7581687094176743909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-likes-meshe-really-likes-me.html' title='She likes me...She really likes me'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPGKXCINegI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MmfrR051juU/s72-c/kids+weekend+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-911079888308860801</id><published>2008-10-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:12:20.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scary Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Question: What do you do when the 4-year-old you are watching wakes you up at 3:30 in the morning and she's covered in blood?.... If the answer is FREAK OUT, then I did the right thing.... Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;   I'm watching my favorite kids for a few days and since I was only sleeping over one night I decided to sleep on the couch, I told the kids that if they needed me I'd be downstairs, I just didn't think they would need me. They're pretty good about staying in bed once they're down. Anyhow, at around 3:30 I open my eyes to see Sadie looking at me and whimpering, She's got blood all over her face and hands, on her shirt, and on her legs. I didn't know what was happening, I thought I was having a nightmare at first until she grabbed my hand. I immediately jumped up, picked her up, and rushed her to the sink, I turned on the light, and saw that she had a bloody nose. (I'm not a pro when it comes to bloody noses. I can't ever recollect having a gushing bloody nose like this one, and I did what I did when I saw Lucas with one a few months ago. You guessed it I freaked out). I made her hold a tissue to her nose and began cleaning the blood off her face hands and legs. Thankfully the bleeding stopped rather quickly and she was fine. I walked her upstairs and she laid back down and went right to sleep..... I on the other hand couldn't get my heart to slow down for about 20 minutes. Let me tell you, that was the scariest nightmare I've had in a long time! I don't know how you mom's do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-911079888308860801?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/911079888308860801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=911079888308860801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/911079888308860801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/911079888308860801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-scary-nightmare.html' title='My Scary Nightmare'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8699646351622180086</id><published>2008-10-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:39:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandanna-rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPABfxsjq0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YNT6_N8Jj3Q/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPABfxsjq0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YNT6_N8Jj3Q/s320/vampire+and+greek+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255702410569165634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Kristen is about the biggest dog lover I know. She has rescued 2 cute Golden Retrievers from a puppy mill and did all she could to get that place shut down. As a result of getting these puppies they have both needed hip surgery. Well as any animal owner will know, vet bills can be astronomical therefore she has to be creative to come up with money to help pay for them. Well her and her mom started sewing these cute doggie bandanna's and selling them at different events. They have an event coming up and Kristen said to me (and I quote) you're Mormon....you sew right? (I guess she thinks in order to become a Mormon we need to pass some sort of home-EC class. I kid.) My response when anyone asks me if I sew is "of course I do....I'm a Taylor". Anyhow, she asked me if I would be willing to sew some bandanna's for them, and they would pay me. Of course I said yes, and let me tell you I've been up to my elbows in bandannas. They have the cutest ones and I said I have to give one of these to my "brover" Buddy. They have the cutest material, and I gave him one that has motorcycles on one side, and paw prints on the other....So cute, and fitting for my parents dog. Here's an example of the bandannas I've been doing for the past week. My total count for the week....Large: about 100, I didn't get an exact count. Medium: 74, Teacup: 34. Crazy huh!!!!/&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPACB7KQXOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VgcHyF3jQAw/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPACB7KQXOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VgcHyF3jQAw/s320/vampire+and+greek+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255702997225200866" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8699646351622180086?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8699646351622180086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8699646351622180086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8699646351622180086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8699646351622180086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/bandanna-rama.html' title='Bandanna-rama'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SPABfxsjq0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YNT6_N8Jj3Q/s72-c/vampire+and+greek+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1739064429121618311</id><published>2008-10-10T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:51:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lucky luck!</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know who I have to thank....(Actually I do know who to thank and I have said many a thankful prayer), but it seems my luck is changing. It's about time. I know we all go through dark times, but lately it seems mine have been pitch black. But alas, I see a light. First, my computer is working. Yay! and second, I found out I got the job at the Cosmetology school. I'm excited for this. I've always been interested in teaching at the school, and now I get the opportunity. I just have to remember to teach the way state boards wants me to teach and not teach short cuts. I'm looking forward to this challenge. These last few months I know I was suppose to learn a lesson in humility, patience, faith and obedience. I just hope I did learn things. I know that sometimes...okay A LOT of the time I was unsuccessful, but I did learn not to take things for granted. Anyhow, I'll keep you posted on how the job goes....Oh and in case someone did send a leperachaun my way, I thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1739064429121618311?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1739064429121618311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1739064429121618311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1739064429121618311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1739064429121618311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lucky-luck.html' title='My lucky luck!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4172279510715084134</id><published>2008-10-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:31:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Hallelujah! It's about freakin time! So whats new everybody? Not a whole lot here? I do have to give a major thanks to my bro-in-law Dave! He saved my life, and by life I mean computer. I don't know what I was doing to it, but he did use the term "de-fragging the hard drive" which totally sounds like something they would do on Star Trek but whatevs. Anyhow I'm back baby. I don't know how the Pioneers did it. Well that's about all I have to say. I'm just glad I'm back withdrawal sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4172279510715084134?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4172279510715084134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4172279510715084134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4172279510715084134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4172279510715084134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-27016150728810918</id><published>2008-10-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:33:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My unlucky luck</title><content type='html'>So if it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. Amid trying to find out if I have this new job, which they keep saying they've made no decision yet; (Is that a bad sign???); moving houses, (which is no fun.... ever); and trying to get my life on firm footing; my computer has now decided to wage war on me! I haven't been able to get on the Internet for....oh.....ever! Right now I'm using my brother-in-law's computer while he's trying to fix mine! Aahhh my knight in shining armor. Anyhow, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to get Internet access; which totally sucks because I really can't afford a new computer right now! So don't think I've dropped off the face of the earth. I'm just in the dark ages for the time being.  Oh and if you see a leprechaun do you mind sending him my way.  I can use all the luck I can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-27016150728810918?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/27016150728810918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=27016150728810918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/27016150728810918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/27016150728810918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-unlucky-luck.html' title='My unlucky luck'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7122589877748762734</id><published>2008-09-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:11:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey turns 100K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNbc_hYg59I/AAAAAAAAALM/I2CL0TJhTy0/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNbc_hYg59I/AAAAAAAAALM/I2CL0TJhTy0/s320/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248625399597950930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a monumental day for me! My precious car Joey turned 100,000 miles today! It was an occasion that I wanted to make sure I documented. I wanted to commemorate this ala How I Met Your Mother style. I downloaded I'm gonna be (500 miles) by The Proclaimers.(To really understand this you'll have to watch the clip below). It's crazy to think I've had this car for that long, I've had some great memories, and I can't believe I've logged all of those miles give or take like 1000. My sister drove the car once from Las Vegas to Utah, and one time Ben Smith did. Joey didn't like that one bit, and wasn't very cooperative with him. Anyhow, I love this car, and I just needed to post this monumental occasion. Thanks Joey!! Here's to 100K more!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNbfTAjBExI/AAAAAAAAALc/EFfnmSF8mDI/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNbfTAjBExI/AAAAAAAAALc/EFfnmSF8mDI/s320/vampire+and+greek+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248627933404271378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMnEJKzsqIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMnEJKzsqIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7122589877748762734?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7122589877748762734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7122589877748762734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7122589877748762734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7122589877748762734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/joey-turns-100k.html' title='Joey turns 100K'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNbc_hYg59I/AAAAAAAAALM/I2CL0TJhTy0/s72-c/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4126679517459773281</id><published>2008-09-20T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:09:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all greek to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXhYRb9aSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/InGbD901RdY/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXhYRb9aSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/InGbD901RdY/s320/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248348747883964706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! that time is upon us, Greek Festival time. Me loves to get my Greek on! This is such a blast. I've been every year for the last 4 years and I've loved every minute of it. Not only do we get some YUM-M-M-Y Greek food, but we also do a little Greek "dancing" (please notice the quotations. Whenever I say I dance it is always heavy with air-quotes. A dancer I am not!!!). My good friend Tiffany and I love to make fools of ourselves and have a blast doing this. This year we brought Tiffany's sister Tyerra with us, she needed to learn the ways of the Greek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXhtgFlrdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Dr4KOKQud3I/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXhtgFlrdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Dr4KOKQud3I/s320/vampire+and+greek+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349112593919442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our proper Greek attire in tow, we got our Greek groove on! I don't know if Tyerra was impressed or a little embarrassed to be with us, but we had a BLAST! For those of you that have never attended one of these I highly recommend this! (I'm recommending a lot of things lately). It's so cool to see the culture of these people. Makes me wish we did things more of our culture...but I'm part Swedish, and I'm no fan of Lutefisk. Whatever, no matter I can pretend to be Greek at least one day a year. All I have to say is that My Big Fat Greek Night, was fan-freakin-tastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXkn0hAC0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1icrN1VqehA/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXkn0hAC0I/AAAAAAAAALE/1icrN1VqehA/s320/vampire+and+greek+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248352313533270850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4126679517459773281?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4126679517459773281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4126679517459773281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4126679517459773281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4126679517459773281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-greek-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all greek to me!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXhYRb9aSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/InGbD901RdY/s72-c/vampire+and+greek+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5470516847439866312</id><published>2008-09-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:47:13.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Vampires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXezKaQR1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jHZpFnt4Pnw/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXezKaQR1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jHZpFnt4Pnw/s320/vampire+and+greek+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248345911319349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about Edward, or any of the Cullen bunch. These are my favorite vampires. One kick butt band called Vampire Weekend. If you haven't heard them then do yourself a favor, and listen! Anyhoo....They were in concert this week and my BFF, Beca and I went to partake in their awesomeness!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXc9ChabhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FctimzTmdP4/s1600-h/vampire+and+greek+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXc9ChabhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FctimzTmdP4/s320/vampire+and+greek+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248343881977327122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were such a blast, and they sounded so good, plus, the lead singer was such a cutie. So-o-o adorable. It was one concert I didn't want to end, but since they only have one album, it wasn't very long. Still I can say I saw them when... because I'm convinced they'll be around for awhile. So to the few of you that read this blog I recommend....nay I implore you to give them a listen.. trust me...you'll thank me later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5470516847439866312?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5470516847439866312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5470516847439866312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5470516847439866312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5470516847439866312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-vampires.html' title='My Favorite Vampires!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNXezKaQR1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jHZpFnt4Pnw/s72-c/vampire+and+greek+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7909789580590334344</id><published>2008-09-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:43:57.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we do it!</title><content type='html'>Lucas is the cutest little dancer. He's always singing and dancing. Especially in the car. I had to pull over and take this little video of him. Check out his facial expressions. Is he not the cutest little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aabed36e38ffaac3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daabed36e38ffaac3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837998CF585AD86E713CCF1326D79E09E11DFE59.84BA9F0A3CB744C4A4B34E240F00DF1304B7D8E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daabed36e38ffaac3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd_BOn3YbEy3Q7tNxhf4hDgOPNdM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daabed36e38ffaac3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837998CF585AD86E713CCF1326D79E09E11DFE59.84BA9F0A3CB744C4A4B34E240F00DF1304B7D8E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daabed36e38ffaac3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd_BOn3YbEy3Q7tNxhf4hDgOPNdM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7909789580590334344?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aabed36e38ffaac3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7909789580590334344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7909789580590334344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7909789580590334344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7909789580590334344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-how-we-do-it.html' title='This is how we do it!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-725572810685716496</id><published>2008-09-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:29:37.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for French Fries</title><content type='html'>So when I was watching the Leaver kids we went bowling. For those of you that know me, you know that I'd rather get a root canal then go bowling. I'm not much of a fan to say the least. Among a whole list of things that I don't like, the thought of putting my feet in sweaty bowling shoes... well it sort of skeeves me out, but I wanted to do something fun, and one day when we were driving past the Redrock Casino, the kids told me that's where they go bowling, so I figured we'd do that. I know it was a big task to take on by myself, what can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. Just a word of advice, I learned that kids are good for about 5 frames, then they get bored. I also learned that you should keep an attendant close because the ball will frequently stop rolling half way down the lane. The last thing that I learned was no matter what age you are, once you start bowling, you do the typical things like dance if you roll a good frame, or fall down if you didn't. I got documentation of this by way of video. Of course I had to snap some photos also. I think the kids were more excited about the french fries they had as a snack. Elliet kept asking me if she won, luckily she did....by one point, or else I'm not sure what would have happened. I have to admit, they behaved pretty well, and they were so super cute bowling and dancing. Just look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355565427005&amp;amp;site=widget-3d.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565427005&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p1/2954361355565427005/bb_t048_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565427005&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p2/2954361355565427005/bb_t048_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565427005&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p4/2954361355565427005/bb_t048_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out this cute video of the kids bowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1aa842e4a40cffd8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246811293479275842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliet: 57, Lucas: 56, Sadie: 42.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and FYI, I probably wouldn't have done much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-725572810685716496?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1aa842e4a40cffd8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba46e79b7cf39e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed138422b3722afd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/725572810685716496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=725572810685716496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/725572810685716496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/725572810685716496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/bowling-for-french-fries.html' title='Bowling for French Fries'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SNBrEpdXDUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/J2miCWSAyYY/s72-c/Picture+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6666326096756963763</id><published>2008-09-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:22:18.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Krazyness</title><content type='html'>So I had the opportunity recently to watch the Leaver kids. They are so much fun. We had a good time, and as Sadie would say "They were a good job." :) We had a lot of fun and of course I couldn't help but snap a few pictures, which is good, because they sure like to pose! Can you blame them... they're A for Adorable! Let's take a trip down memory lane. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3mj8MgnYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zueru2lMmO0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3mj8MgnYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zueru2lMmO0/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246102646084902274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...could this get any cuter? Is he not the cutest thing all sported up in his soccer uniform? Andrea warned me of this but I was not prepared for the overload of cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3oN0DHZlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/d1bweOiXb6Q/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3oN0DHZlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/d1bweOiXb6Q/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246104464964150866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture totally captures Sadie's personality. I can just picture here saying, take one of me right now, I did as I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3pNuzTS9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SvEuFX8guao/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3pNuzTS9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SvEuFX8guao/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246105563067272146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's cute Elliet...oh I mean Ellie, as she likes to be called now. I love to do fun things with her hair, even though a lot of times she didn't want me to do things too extravagant. I was able to do a cute low side pony-tail with her hair all curled. Aahh!!! How cute is she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing the twins liked to do when Elliet was at school, was use me as a jungle gym. As the fun aunt I totally let them. One of the things that they found particularly exciting was playing airplane. They would put their chest on my feet and I would hold them up so they looked like they were flying. WWWEEEEE. They had so much fun doing this, and side-note, it's a great abs workout as well! So it's a win-win situation. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355565234508&amp;amp;site=widget-4c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565234508&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p1/2954361355565234508/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565234508&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p2/2954361355565234508/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355565234508&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4c.slide.com/p4/2954361355565234508/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how much fun they are having. They make it so easy for me to agree to be their jungle gym! More to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6666326096756963763?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6666326096756963763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6666326096756963763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6666326096756963763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6666326096756963763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/kid-krazyness.html' title='Kid Krazyness'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3mj8MgnYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zueru2lMmO0/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-840096755020205452</id><published>2008-09-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:24:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends, Good Food, Good Fun!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was able to catch up with a few friends for dinner. It's been way too long since we've done this, and I miss these girls like crazy. Sometimes I just wish life wasn't too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3jBe1_KuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5sU52PD0oeo/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3jBe1_KuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5sU52PD0oeo/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246098755555371746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tiffany, Barb, and Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at Red Robin (Delicious Fries), and I realized how lucky I am to have great friends. I just wish we could get together more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-840096755020205452?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/840096755020205452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=840096755020205452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/840096755020205452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/840096755020205452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-friends-good-food-good-fun.html' title='Good Friends, Good Food, Good Fun!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SM3jBe1_KuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5sU52PD0oeo/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-2312824216212876629</id><published>2008-09-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:35:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipsed!</title><content type='html'>So I finally finished the 3rd book from Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse. It only took me a month and a half. It was okay, but I was so ready to be done with it already...What's that Bella, you going to whine some more?....SHOCKER!!!! I have to say, knowing I'm going to have a bit of backlash, that I'm more convinced now that Jacob's the right one for her. I know what's going to happen. (see. Spoil Me!!!...I read spoilers) So why bother reading the last book. What to do; what to do? Oh well, maybe after I read a few other books, I'll be ready for the 4Th one. In the meantime, I'll read a book that the narrator doesn't make me want to scratch my eyes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-2312824216212876629?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/2312824216212876629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=2312824216212876629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2312824216212876629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/2312824216212876629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/eclipsed.html' title='Eclipsed!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7078612371257074508</id><published>2008-09-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:27:26.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet escape</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I took an unexpected trip (escape) home. While I was there it rained like crazy, but that was alright by me. I also did a lot of playing and bonding with my "brover" Buddy. I have to say, this little guy can brighten any dark day. Or as my Dad calls him. Budrick James Rapscallion. Buddy loves to play catch, and can't seem to get enough of it. Even if my Dad has played catch with him, he still needs my Mom to play catch with him as well... because...you know, he doesn't want her to miss out on all the fun. While I was home he also included me as well. Isn't he thoughtful. Anyhow, here are a few movies of him playing catch with my mom, and the rain. Good times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-561827577cfa3d1f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D561827577cfa3d1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6934ACB613146779B54FEBF2F853A24F316FFB7E.817AC613D16AFF3A63614A569F03DD555C06BD75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D561827577cfa3d1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiAWTirdNpytEC4JeFYPqKXpOJ2k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e2f3e47dece825%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A2309477B76A0796053D6DAD35BCB8E35ADC14C.40A0D9D515646767286350A44D8D78A20E694EA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e2f3e47dece825%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzRULm02WQWG2di_DWZ_okkTh0L0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e2f3e47dece825%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A2309477B76A0796053D6DAD35BCB8E35ADC14C.40A0D9D515646767286350A44D8D78A20E694EA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e2f3e47dece825%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzRULm02WQWG2di_DWZ_okkTh0L0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this goes on for hours, but I was super cold, I only got a quick second of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7078612371257074508?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=561827577cfa3d1f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d2e2f3e47dece825&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7078612371257074508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7078612371257074508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7078612371257074508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7078612371257074508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sweet-escape.html' title='My sweet escape'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3344721443495433156</id><published>2008-09-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:21:51.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...I'm it...but not for long!</title><content type='html'>The rules are you have to take 10 pictures of the following things and you have to do it right away. No straightening, cleaning or wiping your child's nose. Then you tag five others. Oh, and P. to the S. Thanks a lot Laura!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAgvs3znrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lq_FjMivqpQ/s1600-h/100_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAgvs3znrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lq_FjMivqpQ/s320/100_0728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242225970130427570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any straightening but that doesn't mean I didn't crop the crap out of the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laundry Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAhV6KXSSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cDKEBxWLluM/s1600-h/100_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAhV6KXSSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cDKEBxWLluM/s320/100_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242226626532952354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAhzgmpu-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yNToQ1MprzE/s1600-h/100_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAhzgmpu-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/yNToQ1MprzE/s320/100_0716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242227135068355554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of the food in there is mine, but I can't be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kitchen Sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAicasPgCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cX2A7vec9Y8/s1600-h/100_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAicasPgCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cX2A7vec9Y8/s320/100_0715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242227837855825954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAi493fvDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7NHbjzTNtMY/s1600-h/100_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAi493fvDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7NHbjzTNtMY/s320/100_0717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242228328334605362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should explain. I don't really have a favorite room in my house. Even my room sometimes feels like a prison cell. But I do love being in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What My Kids are doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAjfuEQRyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cC4G1JkRddw/s1600-h/100_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAjfuEQRyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cC4G1JkRddw/s320/100_0706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242228994108049186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a rare time that Elvis and Princess Sophia were awake during the day, and doing a little exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAkUALOstI/AAAAAAAAAJc/03KAVvYWzrs/s1600-h/100_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAkUALOstI/AAAAAAAAAJc/03KAVvYWzrs/s320/100_0713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242229892322341586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Laura, this is the guest toilet. I haven't been home, so I don't know what happened in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAk4k-frxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bxJlq3obbDU/s1600-h/100_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAk4k-frxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bxJlq3obbDU/s320/100_0711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242230520676331282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm being a little creative again, but if it was up to me, I'd be barefoot all the time. No shoes necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Self-photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAlgoBLccI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oluu7H5GcvE/s1600-h/100_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAlgoBLccI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oluu7H5GcvE/s320/100_0727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242231208687661506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit, I did put on a little lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dream Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAmRjNAnoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hq4AVDYdPPw/s1600-h/100_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAmRjNAnoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hq4AVDYdPPw/s320/100_0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242232049208696450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I've been to Maui, doesn't mean it's not my dream vacation, because it seems, like it was a dream, that I ever went there, and when someone says sweet dreams, that's what I dream about...aaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag: Kristine, Laci, Jenny, Tiffany, and Amberlee. Happy tagging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3344721443495433156?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3344721443495433156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3344721443495433156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3344721443495433156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3344721443495433156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagim-itbut-not-for-long.html' title='Tag...I&apos;m it...but not for long!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SMAgvs3znrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lq_FjMivqpQ/s72-c/100_0728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-924352330679218661</id><published>2008-08-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:43:20.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up Permanente!</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago, I went home to visit family and recoup after a minor surgery, and thought while I'm in pain why not add to it and get a little permanent make-up done. My sis Jess knows this girl that did her eyebrows, and I can't tell you how badly I've wanted permanent eyeliner, so I set up the appointment, and now I no longer have to worry about eyeliner, applying it, or having it wear off throughout the day. So here are a few things I'd like to share about my experience.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;1. It's not a tattoo, She didn't use a tattoo gun, that way it looks more natural, and if I don't get it touched up then it will fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No it didn't hurt at all. Jenny, the girl that did the permanent make-up, numbed me for 20 minutes, and used what looked like a slanted brush, but the bristles were needles. It just felt like I was getting my eyebrows tweezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Afterwards, my eyes were a little swollen, but other than that no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so glad I did this. It does save a lot of time, and when my eyes water my eyeliner doesn't rub off... AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this little excursion couldn't have been done without it being documented photographically! So check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTEDVXsrPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4PjQ8efPfg4/s1600-h/100_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTEDVXsrPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4PjQ8efPfg4/s320/100_0608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239027828093922546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close up before! Wow my eyebrows really need help, talk about a freckle face, and does it look like I have a lazy eye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTEkM44YoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e5aMylFG6_k/s1600-h/100_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTEkM44YoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e5aMylFG6_k/s320/100_0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028392752865922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look at the tool she used. Yikes! I promise it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTFDsJcADI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0gsbEulABd8/s1600-h/100_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTFDsJcADI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0gsbEulABd8/s320/100_0632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239028933719752754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTGM7srvrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uSs1L5uQsyg/s1600-h/100_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTGM7srvrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uSs1L5uQsyg/s320/100_0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239030192024567474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me the next day with my niece Kaycee. I'm not wearing any make-up, doesn't that look awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-924352330679218661?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/924352330679218661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=924352330679218661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/924352330679218661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/924352330679218661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-few-weeks-ago-i-went-home-to-visit.html' title='Make-up Permanente!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SLTEDVXsrPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4PjQ8efPfg4/s72-c/100_0608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1736697187575141548</id><published>2008-08-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:26:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do yourself a favor....or favors....again</title><content type='html'>I know it seems like every time I blog about doing yourself a favor it is always watching a TV show; well this post is no different. But before you think I'm a complete couch potato, I'll add one more thing that has nothing to do with TV. Oh and I know I watch entirely to much TV, but technically I watch TV in my room on my bed, so I guess that makes me a bed potato, not a couch potato....That being said I first and foremost want to tell you to do yourself a favor, and at least once, get a facial. When people want to get pampered, I know the first things they do are either get a massage or get a pedicure. I'm not a fan of the massage. Most times I feel like I'm being beaten up, and I'm not going to pay anyone to get beaten up. Pedicures are good but a facial isn't something that people get regularly and that is a darn shame. Facials are completely relaxing, and your skin feels so good afterwards. So please do yourself a favor.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SK3coJhudWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hy3bxygzuA4/s1600-h/MV5BMTUwMTYwMjQ0N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTkxMzEzMQ%40%40__V1__CR0,0,302,302_SS80_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SK3coJhudWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hy3bxygzuA4/s320/MV5BMTUwMTYwMjQ0N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTkxMzEzMQ%40%40__V1__CR0,0,302,302_SS80_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237084524012008802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the TV part of this post, I recently started watching the TV show "How I met your mother" and was quickly addicted. This show is soooo Fun---Wait for it---ny. It's like Friends but way better. It's super creative and I have found myself on many occasion laughing until I was crying. Totally worth it. Please do yourself a favor and do these things....you'll thank me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1736697187575141548?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1736697187575141548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1736697187575141548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1736697187575141548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1736697187575141548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-yourself-favoror-favorsagain.html' title='Do yourself a favor....or favors....again'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SK3coJhudWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hy3bxygzuA4/s72-c/MV5BMTUwMTYwMjQ0N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTkxMzEzMQ%40%40__V1__CR0,0,302,302_SS80_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8997547290703760615</id><published>2008-08-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:48:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I'm on my soapbox one more time, and I need to get this off my chest. I think in all the blogs I read a good 85% of them talk about how they're obsessed with the Twilight series. Well let me give you my opinion. Please keep in mind this is MY opinion, and it's my blog so that's that. I guess I'm not really into it. I'm not a fan of Edward, I think he's controlling and overprotective. I'm not a fan of Bella, I think she's whiny and needy. (Yes I'm aware she's a teenager and that's how they are). I guess I would be a fan of Jacob. Hello who would want to cuddle with someone cold? Then again, I'm not a big fan of Jacob either. &lt;br /&gt;That being said, I will say this. Stephenie Meyer is a great story teller. I will give her props for that. They are fun stories. I'm just not a fan of the leading characters, but she sure knows how to paint a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave a scathing remark to me, remember it is my opinion, and I'm not saying anyone who is a huge fan is lame. I've been to the midnight show of Harry Potter 4 out of the 5 movies, and can't even count the number of times I read the books. I can embrace my inner geek. This just isn't my bag. That's all I have to say about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8997547290703760615?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8997547290703760615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8997547290703760615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8997547290703760615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8997547290703760615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-nonsense.html' title='Twilight Nonsense'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-881002504832933857</id><published>2008-08-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:14:13.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoil Me!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to step on my soapbox for a second, and let you all in on a little secret about me, (or not so secret) I. LOVE. SPOILERS. I can't help it I do. When I read an article in a magazine or on one of my favorite websites,and I see those two words in all caps (you know ***SPOILER ALERT***) I get a little smile on my face and all tingly inside. What can I say I'm a need to know girl. Here's the thing... there is nothing wrong with that. People constantly are telling me I need to stop doing that, and asking me why I would want to read them; so I will explain. The ironic thing is I have to start my explanation off with a large **SPOILER ALERT**: I can't tell you how upset I was when I'm watching 24 excited that Tony came out of his coma and then all of a sudden he's dead. It was like a bop in the nose! I was angry, I had no warning and was not prepared for that horrible scene, from then on I needed a little warning. I tend to get into shows quite a bit and I'm super bugged if things zig when I'm expecting a zag. Sometimes I need to be warned, for instance on a reality show when I don't like someone I want to know if they're going home, that way if they are then good and I can enjoy the episode that much more, and if they aren't at least I'm warned. Here's the thing, I'm just as surprised when I read the spoiler alert so I still get that Oh My Gosh moment. The funny thing is when I tell people I know what's going to happen they say don't tell me, but then proceed to ask questions like am I going to be happy, is it something I'm going to be expecting, etc. etc. People, don't do that.. don't give me a hard time for reading spoilers and then proceed to ask questions about them...it's very contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize there are downsides to this, sometimes even after reading spoilers I'm still disappointed, and sometimes it is fun to be in on the surprise. I was amazed at the end of The Sixth Sense when we find out that Bruce Willis was dead all along, but If I can find out who is getting nominated on Big Brother early, I'm not upset if I miss it, because I'm still in the know. &lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't like spoilers I understand, but don't get after me, I like to read my spoilers, it's not like I'm spoiling anything for you. We can still co-exist in harmony. So please, let me be. ***SPOILER ALERT***? YES PLEASE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-881002504832933857?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/881002504832933857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=881002504832933857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/881002504832933857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/881002504832933857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/spoil-me.html' title='Spoil Me!!!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-6455570266511865866</id><published>2008-08-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:21:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The McHale Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 426px;"&gt;So here's the situation, I love Joel McHale, I love the Soup (Oh do yourself a favor and watch that show... you'll thank me later), and I love laughing. Good combination. Well Joel was coming to the Mandalay Bay to do a stand up show and I didn't hesitate to get tickets. They weren't the best seats but I didn't care, I was going to be there.  It couldn't have come at a better time either, I had just experienced the week from Hell. I hadn't felt good all week and I'm afraid that Friday I had somewhat of a breakdown at work.  I just kept telling myself "tonight you'll be going to Joel, he'll make you laugh, he'll make you feel better."&lt;br /&gt;So that night after a hectic afternoon of running around doing errands, I went to my friend Kristen's house and we went to the show.  Kristen works at the Mandalay Bay, and she tried to get us better seats, but was unsuccessful. It was okay though because we were still going to go.  So we frantically ran to the box office because we were running late.  I had the tickets waiting at will-call and went to retrieve them.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen was told she needed to introduce herself to a man named Andy at the box office because they were going to be working closely together, so while I went to get the tickets she asked for him. Well after about 5 minutes the lady came back and said that Ticketmaster cancelled my tickets....WHAT?????? I asked why they did that and the lady said I don't know but it has something to do with the address on your credit card not matching the address you gave, and Ticketmaster did refund my money but it might not show up for 10 days, which didn't make sense to me considering I've used Ticketmaster quite a bit lately.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it wasn't the box office's fault so I had to walk away so I didn't take my frustration out on the 2 lady's there, so I went to the bathroom and cried for the second time of the day. After a few minutes I came back out and explained to the lady that I'm sorry that I walked away but I know it's not her fault and this is the only thing I've been looking forward to.  Well needless to say she felt bad.  In the meantime, while I am apologizing to the box office lady's and talking to them red-eyed, red-nosed and throat catching, Kristen was introducing herself to Andy. He asked if we were staying for the show and she explained we weren't because Ticketmaster cancelled my tickets.  At this point I can only surmise that I must have looked over to him, with the most pathetic look on my face, because he said let me see if I can get you some seats. Well I was NOT going to get my hopes up because I didn't want to cry for a 3rd time that night, but low and behold Angel Andy waved 2 tickets at us.  We ran over and I gave him the biggest hug ever.&lt;br /&gt;So we give the usher our tickets and they usher us to the 3rd row!!!! 3RD ROW!!!! Man was I dizzy with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was all the drama that happened before, but Joel was amazing. I didn't want the show to end, and in case you're wondering Yes!!!! He made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;On our way out who do we see but none other than Joel McHale taking pictures and signing autographs. He was so pleasant, I pushed my way up there and got my picture with him. I had to restrain myself from smooching him right on the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I'll I can say is it was an incredible end to an intolerable week. I just need to express my thanks again to my hero Andy, my friend Kristen for the awesome hook-up, and the lady's at the Mandalay Bay box office for being so nice to me while I was borderline psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Note to all you who read this.....Be careful when you use Ticketmaster, and if you are buying tickets to an event at any of the casinos, go through the event box office and not ticketmaster.....AARRGGHH....They haven't heard the last from me.. They'll be receiving a strongly worded phone call from me.&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few of the pictures I took. Feel free to swoon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=119912983&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="426" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-6455570266511865866?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/6455570266511865866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=6455570266511865866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6455570266511865866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/6455570266511865866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/mchale-mania.html' title='The McHale Mania'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8232395726195754829</id><published>2008-08-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:57:21.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Globetrotting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJ5k91-2VaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zT-AFY4a4vM/s1600-h/fbaf9634f645635c06b74024f121984b.200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJ5k91-2VaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zT-AFY4a4vM/s320/fbaf9634f645635c06b74024f121984b.200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232730830676579746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week at work an old patient came in to get new retainers. His name is Shane Christensen, and he is a current Harlem Globetrotter.  I went to a few games as a child and thought it was pretty cool.  We asked if he would do a few tricks for us with his basketball.  He was really sweet and said he would, and I just so happened to have my camera so I recorded it. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;He was such a good sport to sign autographs and do tricks.  He was so sweet and congenial. Not to mention he is NOT UGLY. Very easy on the eyes! :) Thanks Shane, or as he's known on the Globetrotters "Scooter"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the video's of him showing off his skills and helping Sydney spin the ball! Good Times!  Pardon the dorky laughter in the video...that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-745bb97eff7ed50d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D745bb97eff7ed50d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63E8D8414F7C8368F663AC07C21623F9D4316B1D.24B53C2D63C484FD9C656C383DD14D16D3F3A6CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D745bb97eff7ed50d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL7WJEM5hNxTLkinX1Dr1NrRtpFk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D745bb97eff7ed50d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330281204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63E8D8414F7C8368F663AC07C21623F9D4316B1D.24B53C2D63C484FD9C656C383DD14D16D3F3A6CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D745bb97eff7ed50d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL7WJEM5hNxTLkinX1Dr1NrRtpFk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgOiDOaixI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u69YQl0mrpA/s320/100_0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had the opportunity to go to a few concerts this week. First I went to Jack's Mannequin with my friends Beca, and Katie. Paramore was headlining but we went mainly for Jack's Mannequin. It was at the Henderson Pavilion and wow what an experience that was. First I exchange a few words with this cranky security guard that I could tell didn't want to be there. I can't really blame him because it was hot out there but still... He could have told me I couldn't park where I was rather than threaten my car with a towing. However we found a better parking space, thank you very much and we were off to listen to Jack's. They were awesome. Here is a cute picture of us three... sexy huh? The only thing sexier than us is when a guy can rock out on a piano. Can I just tell you he was awesome. I wish I could have gotten a better picture of him, but I'm afraid this is as good as it gets.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgPFmV2cNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HMBTSPvXjgA/s1600-h/100_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230947556056789202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgPFmV2cNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HMBTSPvXjgA/s320/100_0574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were really good. He'd stand up and pound on the piano with one hand and hold the microphone with the other hand. Now I know what you're thinking... you're saying that's not hard I can do that too, well he makes it sound good. He definitely knows what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;After a fantastic set from Jack's Mannequin we got ready for Paramore, I'm not a huge fan, but I was curious. Well as soon as they came out, all of their die hard (and teen aged might I add) fans jumped on their chairs. The security guard calmly told everyone to get off their chairs, but of course there are always a few who think the rules don't apply to them. One girl in a tacky zebra print tank top to be exact (and directly in front of us)proceeded to get back on her chair. Katie told her she needs to get down and she gave her a finger gesture and told her to... well you know...... it rhymes with chuck cloth (you get the point). So I said to Beca and Katie if she doesn't get down I'm throwing something at her. Well she didn't... so I did... Then the security guard told them once again to get down, and being the oh so mature girl that she was.... told on me. I know what you're going to say... me throwing a glow in the dark bracelet isn't mature, but at this point what harm is it..right? The security guard didn't really care and I certainly didn't care, so it all works out.  It made for an interesting night. Well after that we were kind of done. But I'm happy to say it was a pretty fun night, mean people included; it makes for a good story.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was concert time again. This time it was Slightly Stoopid and Pepper. I dragged my friend from the salon Tayla with me and we headed to the Hard Rock. I forgot to bring my camera with me and I was pretty P-O'ed, because Pepper was H-O-T Hot! I looked up a photo of them on the Internet and I'm afraid this doesn't do it justice but it will have to do.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgRql-h8zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m9sJVlMq3M0/s1600-h/pepperpresshighres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230950390637392690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgRql-h8zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m9sJVlMq3M0/s320/pepperpresshighres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the 2 lead singers... I don't even know their names both had their shirts off and it made Tayla and I happy! Pepper was awesome, but since the concert started so late we were pretty tuckered out by the time Slightly Stoopid took the stage. I guess I'm not the spring chicken I thought I was. However there were a few times I didn't think I would be able to leave because our feet were sticking to the alcohol soaked floor. We tried to get out of there quick though because we found a clinger in the form of a moderately drunk guy that was trying his best to lay on the charm. Bless his delusional heart. All in all I had a few fun nights, which has been good for me since I've been feeling so BLAH lately.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to jump on my fuddy duddy soapbox and say, WOW... the Hard Rock is crazy, as in crazy scary. I felt like I was smack dab in the middle of Sodom and Gomorrah. I've lived in Vegas for 5 years, and I can see why they call it Sin City, just because of The Hard Rock. However, they do have the coolest display case of Elvis Presley paraphernalia. I could have looked at that forever. What can I say I'm a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5738827809324188444?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5738827809324188444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5738827809324188444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5738827809324188444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5738827809324188444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/08/concert-craziness.html' title='Concert Craziness!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SJgOiDOaixI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u69YQl0mrpA/s72-c/100_0572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-4106908551284491050</id><published>2008-07-24T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:55:45.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Elliet...there is a pegasus</title><content type='html'>So for the 2 of you...myself included; that read my blog, you'll know that I promised Elliet for her birthday a pegasus... What did I get myself into? Where on earth was I going to find a pegasus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at the beginning of the month I was telling my friend, Beca about this as we were heading to Target, saying how I need to find a pegasus, or I'm going to crush one 6-year-olds spirit...and I refuse to do that. I went i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIjpdn96PhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g5zbG1Te1Mo/s1600-h/410ZDQ83B7L__SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226684062717591058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="391" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIjpdn96PhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g5zbG1Te1Mo/s320/410ZDQ83B7L__SS260_.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n the toy section not expecting much and after looking and looking and kicking myself for ever promising such a thing, Beca calls my name and......(cue the choiring angels) holds up this...... How perfect is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's not cute in any sense of the word, but Elliet wanted a pegasus, and what sort of fake Aunt would I be if I didn't deliver. By the way I found this in the stuffed version as well! I'm AWESOME.... Okay and Beca gets credit for finding it in the first place. Now everyone can be HAAPPPPPYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-4106908551284491050?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/4106908551284491050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=4106908551284491050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4106908551284491050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/4106908551284491050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-ellietthere-is-pegasus.html' title='Yes Elliet...there is a pegasus'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIjpdn96PhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g5zbG1Te1Mo/s72-c/410ZDQ83B7L__SS260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5280415137925009769</id><published>2008-07-20T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:32:32.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs sleep</title><content type='html'>Last night...early this morning...2 a.m. 3 a.m... Will the madness never stop!&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching the minutes tick away along with my sanity there were a few things I learned from a bout of insomnia.... 5 things in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only thing that late night TV advertises is Viagra and male enhancement medications-- Are the only people that aren't sleeping me and men with inferiority complexes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I kick butt at online family feud!--Let me say this is one game show I would clean up on...survey says.....Jackpot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are sleep deprived Big is a really funny movie.--  I don't know if I was just really tired, but Tom Hanks had me cracking up. Don't worry I was laughing quietly, I wouldn't want my Nazi roommate to tell on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter what they say, there is no such thing as a quiet hamster wheel.--When I bought one for my little guys it claimed to be noise free.... yeah right... I demand a refund.. Oh and a side note on that.... hamsters are indeed nocturnal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, on a normal day I wake up entirely too early.--I forgot to turn off my alarm... so when it went off at an inhumane hour of 4:45, I thought I truly am masochistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5280415137925009769?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5280415137925009769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5280415137925009769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5280415137925009769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5280415137925009769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-needs-sleep.html' title='Who needs sleep'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8132952114533401439</id><published>2008-07-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:14:54.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani Difranco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPLxn_tzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EBuASuDh69s/s1600-h/100_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPLxn_tzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EBuASuDh69s/s320/100_0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225244046090161186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;On my last visit home, my sis Jess and I went to the Ani Difranco concert. It was a good concert. Jess is a big fan and introduced me to her, and I've become a fan as well. Now being a female singer a lot of her song lyrics are filled with female angst and they're all about girl power, but below are lyrics to a new song of hers and I really liked it because they're so happy! Anyhoo, The evening was a lot of fun and it was awesome to spend time with my sister and one of my best friends! It's good to have some one on one sister time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPQnVJJVEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/db19FmDkCJg/s1600-h/100_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPQnVJJVEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/db19FmDkCJg/s320/100_0553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225249366788887618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiling Underneath&lt;p&gt;i don't mind waiting in line no no&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind the gas or the groceries or the grind&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you I'm having a good time&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;i don't mind the stoner  waiter or the poorly cooked food&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind little miss kitty or her knuckle-head dude&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if every last person here is ugly and rude&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you i have good attitude&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;we could be stuck in traffic for over a week&lt;br /&gt;with a car full of quintuplets who are all cutting teeth&lt;br /&gt;around my neck could be a flaming Christmas wreath&lt;br /&gt;and I'd be smiling under smiling underneath&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;i don't mind waking up early for a flight that's delayed&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind a week's vacation was chilly and grey&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind the traffic cops or the TSA&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you I'm having a good day&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPRa4xy5kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M0tTeCnccjA/s1600-h/100_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPRa4xy5kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M0tTeCnccjA/s320/100_0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225250252527953474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;i don't mind spilling my hot sauce onto my white shirt&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind the twinge when i walk in that knee that i hurt&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if my gums are peeling back or my hair getting thin&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you i win&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm with you&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;we could be stuck in traffic for over a week&lt;br /&gt;with a car full of quintuplets who are all cutting teeth&lt;br /&gt;around my neck could be a flaming Christmas wreath&lt;br /&gt;and I'd be smiling under smiling under smiling underneath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8132952114533401439?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8132952114533401439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8132952114533401439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8132952114533401439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8132952114533401439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/ani-difranco.html' title='Ani Difranco'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIPLxn_tzCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EBuASuDh69s/s72-c/100_0551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5035113359026058242</id><published>2008-07-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:00:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is gross (Not for weak stomach's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIEfNurYGcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gPJY5aSXh6g/s1600-h/art_hairball_nejm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224491363455211970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIEfNurYGcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gPJY5aSXh6g/s320/art_hairball_nejm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WARNING: This is a little "hairy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this awhile ago, and it still shocks me. But this 18-year-old girl was complaining of stomach pains, abdominal swelling, and throwing up after eating resulting in a 40 lb. weight loss, after about 5 months of this, doctors went exploring and discovered a huge mass taking up almost her whole stomach.. What was it you ask?.......A TEN POUND HAIR BALL. You read that right! This girl had a condition called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trichophagia&lt;/span&gt;; it's when you eat your own hair. This big hairball is the result of 18 years of eating hair. Now I don't eat hair but I often wonder how much hair I've ingested over the years of working in a salon. This picture makes me wonder what's brewing inside me, but as a hairstylist I beg and plead with you all not to do this. The weight loss isn't worth it I promise you that. Feel free to post your comments below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5035113359026058242?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5035113359026058242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5035113359026058242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5035113359026058242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5035113359026058242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-this-is-gross.html' title='Now this is gross (Not for weak stomach&apos;s)'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SIEfNurYGcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gPJY5aSXh6g/s72-c/art_hairball_nejm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7583583857990802067</id><published>2008-07-17T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:07:34.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say HOTTT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SH_AKyh7zMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-o48zFoFYLM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224105384368393410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SH_AKyh7zMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-o48zFoFYLM/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I never thought I'd be one that got starstruck but I must admit, I was like a giddy school girl....let me explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I went home for Christmas I went with some friends to Squatters, for lunch, where my sis Jess works. She has a few regulars, one of them being a man named John I believe (I could totally be wrong). His son is hunky movie star Matt Davis. He was Warner on Legally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; and He was on Blue Crush. I've always thought he was hot, but when I saw him at Squatters that day my heart instantly started beating faster. My sister and him a friends and she introduced us, and I don't &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I acted like a fool, but I can't make promises. Anyway regardless of how I acted, I wasn't thinking clearly and didn't get a picture taken with him, and could have punched myself for not doing so, but my sister saved the day and took one later. So thanks Jess. Now I can swoon! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7583583857990802067?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7583583857990802067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7583583857990802067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7583583857990802067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7583583857990802067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-you-say-hottt.html' title='Can you say HOTTT!!!!'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SH_AKyh7zMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-o48zFoFYLM/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-375859831427321939</id><published>2008-07-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:38:30.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Madness</title><content type='html'>You know those people who tell you...scratch that brag to you, that they're done with their Christmas shopping in August?  You all know at least 1 person right? I hear that all the time, and I always think "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... you're crazy" when inwardly I'm full of jealousy. I'm one of those last minute stress shoppers, the kind that get so frustrated and can't really enjoy the holiday's. Then if I do get a great idea, it's always last minute and I can never find the "great idea" I had in the store at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AARRGGGHHH&lt;/span&gt;! I've heard at least 3 times in the last few weeks "the year is half over" and "Christmas is 6 months away, right around the corner." I'm like.... yeah.... so..... I think I work next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure. Bottom line is every year I have these amazing intentions to plan ahead, and every year I'm one of those last minute shoppers. &lt;br /&gt;    So here's the thing, I actually have a few ideas for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; this year! Now the hope is to remember them for 6 whole long months. My hope is by posting this blog, I'll remember those ideas, and not talk myself out of them..... Oh... and PS, this is in NO WAY bragging. I will stay humbled by this brief and unusual streak of..... brilliance??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-375859831427321939?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/375859831427321939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=375859831427321939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/375859831427321939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/375859831427321939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-madness.html' title='Christmas Madness'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-801739340010342580</id><published>2008-07-08T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:32:22.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do yourself a favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHPEg3-K4nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AXNSYOWEbgk/s1600-h/psych1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732462112105074" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHPEg3-K4nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AXNSYOWEbgk/s320/psych1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen to Adam Carolla in the mornings, and every now and then he has a segment called "Do Yourself a Favor", in which he advises his listeners to try things that have made his life easier or better. I realized I should do that as well, to well the masses of people that read my blog....all 1 of me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHPEnq6s7JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QNpDgr9EpZw/s1600-h/psych-y52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732578866982034" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHPEnq6s7JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QNpDgr9EpZw/s320/psych-y52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my first entry in Do yourself a favor is....check out Psych. It's on the USA network. This TV show is so quick and funny. Not to mention that James Roday makes me weak in the knees. The season starts back up on Friday July 18th, also the 1st and 2nd seasons are available on DVD, so you have time to catch up....Trust me...you'll thank me later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-801739340010342580?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/801739340010342580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=801739340010342580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/801739340010342580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/801739340010342580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-yourself-favor.html' title='Do yourself a favor'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHPEg3-K4nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AXNSYOWEbgk/s72-c/psych1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-8035762716512206040</id><published>2008-07-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:46:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis &amp; Princess Sofia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMHtOpTHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vip5QQjHKzs/s1600-h/100_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMHtOpTHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vip5QQjHKzs/s320/100_0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220524866659360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?  So in may when I was watching my favorite kids, I took them to a trip to the pet store, just to look at the cute puppies and much to my surprise we left with a cute little female hamster.  We talked about what we were going to name this little girl and decided on Princess Sofia. I didn't realize at the time that a 5-year-old, and 2 4-year-olds, would have a hard time letting her go. I had planned on keeping her at my house, but after talking to Andrea, she said they'd give it a try. So they had her a little over a month, and even though we made a list of rules for the little girl kids will be kids, and they were a little rough.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMHbT9PpZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XoGvoBLOYqQ/s1600-h/100_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMHbT9PpZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XoGvoBLOYqQ/s320/100_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220524558847550866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the meantime, I became a little attached and decided it was time for me to get a little furry friend, so I picked up Little Elvis, 2 days before I was asked to hamster sit Princess Sofia while the Leavers went out of town. I found out shortly after that it would be a permanent thing. I guess Sadie got to excited with Princess Sofia and the end result was Princess Sofia being thrown against the door and getting a bloody nose, and a serious case of the dizzies.  So in 2 days I went from having no pets to 2 pets. That's not the most shocking part however....I found out I was deceived at the Pet store and Princess Sofia is in fact...a dude. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;   Luckily I can put the 2 guys in the same cage, and there will be no reproduction, and they are "fweinds", but the pickle I find myself in, is do I keep the name Princess Sofia? Give me some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;   Oh and while I'm a much bigger fan of Skinny Elvis, I'm afraid I've got myself a fat Elvis. He's twice the size of Princess Sofia, and quite the lazy thing. All he needs now is a peanut butter and banana sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;   Give me your insight on the whole name change. I'd hate to have a hamster with gender issues.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMM1f7mCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/b7RqOnojCO8/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMM1f7mCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/b7RqOnojCO8/s320/GetAttachment2.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220530506296592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMF0A4vn5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vmv6qeYhlZI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMF0A4vn5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vmv6qeYhlZI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522784201875346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elvis doing what he does best..eating)                            (Princess Sofia getting her drink on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-8035762716512206040?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/8035762716512206040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=8035762716512206040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8035762716512206040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/8035762716512206040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/elvis-princess-sofia.html' title='Elvis &amp; Princess Sofia?'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHMHtOpTHpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vip5QQjHKzs/s72-c/100_0407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-7280873722615028485</id><published>2008-07-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:59:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Retirement Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFqStyxBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/mc72sjHzSLw/s1600-h/100_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFqStyxBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/mc72sjHzSLw/s320/100_0498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070312861828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Dad retired in June, and I was able to go up to Utah for his retirement party.... I have to say that it was an amazing trip home, and the Party was so much fun. We were able to see a lot of friends that we haven't seen for a long time. Some of my Dad's high school friends showed up, and friends from our neighborhood and ward from years back also came to share this special time with us. How awesome is that. I must say after over 30 years of working in the school&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFiOt_OXGI/AAAAAAAAADU/FIceOzuBJ90/s1600-h/100_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFiOt_OXGI/AAAAAAAAADU/FIceOzuBJ90/s320/100_0505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220061448101583970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; district my dad deserves to party, and what a party it was. Congrats Dad.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm so glad I was able to make it. I knew I'd have fun, because I would get to see my family and be there to support my Dad, but honestly I wasn't expecting to have as much fun as I did. It was good to visit family and friends, it was pretty nostalgic. It was such a fun weekend to go down memory lane with people, and meet some of the people from my parents past. Not to mention we had a ton of food.  What can I say, no function is complete without food am I right? I'm sure my parents are still eating hamburgers and hot dogs, not watermelon though, because I pretty much took care of that when I was home. What can I say, I'm a sucker for good fruit..... um....wait, did&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFio8zKdzI/AAAAAAAAADc/oNztwBrz8KQ/s1600-h/100_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFio8zKdzI/AAAAAAAAADc/oNztwBrz8KQ/s320/100_0500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220061898754127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that come out right.&lt;br /&gt;   I wish I had a few more pictures, but, Kaycee did take a few of these candid ones. In case u don't know, My Dad is the handsome one in the blue shirt.   &lt;br /&gt;   All in all, the party and weekend was a big success. Food, good; company; good, and Dad had an awesome time. Done and done!&lt;br /&gt;   Now that he's retired, I sure hope that he finds the time to relax and have fun before he goes back to work, which of course he will. I know he probably has a list of "honey-do's" from my mom, but I don't think that will keep him from having a little fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFjFcpOvZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VscoYnzG0Vw/s1600-h/100_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFjFcpOvZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VscoYnzG0Vw/s320/100_0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220062388338736530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad loves to play golf, ride his motorcycle and his new favorite thing to do is play with buddy (Okay so maybe that last one is Buddy's favorite thing to do).&lt;br /&gt;   First on their list is going on an Alaskan cruise. Good for them. I also hope he steals my mom away from her job every now and again, to get on the motorcycle and go. Hey retirement doesn't mean being old. They stay young and that is just fine with me! Congrats again Dad. I love ya like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom &amp;amp; Dad in Hawaii on their motorcycle, those young, crazy kids).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-7280873722615028485?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/7280873722615028485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=7280873722615028485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7280873722615028485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/7280873722615028485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/07/dads-retirement-party.html' title='Dad&apos;s Retirement Party'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SHFqStyxBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/mc72sjHzSLw/s72-c/100_0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-3076997046322374411</id><published>2008-06-30T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:45:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGkMWm0SxfI/AAAAAAAAADE/O8P4XW7EHIA/s1600-h/01AwcA9gMfl5YAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217715225801967090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGkMWm0SxfI/AAAAAAAAADE/O8P4XW7EHIA/s320/01AwcA9gMfl5YAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      So one of my favorite TV shows is The Soup, I have myself a MAJOR crush on Joel Mchale, and think he can do no wrong.  For those of you in the dark ages that have never heard of it, it's a TV show on E! that does a rundown of things that have happened on TV throughout that week. He makes fun of reality TV and Talk Shows and I love, love, love, love it. One of my favorite things that was on the show one time last year was him showing a clip of a little girl licking a pickle. It was hilarious, and every time he would reshow it, it would make my day.  I needed to share with all...and that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-3076997046322374411?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/3076997046322374411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=3076997046322374411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3076997046322374411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/3076997046322374411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/06/soup.html' title='The Soup'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGkMWm0SxfI/AAAAAAAAADE/O8P4XW7EHIA/s72-c/01AwcA9gMfl5YAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5044434728871907176</id><published>2008-06-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:17:52.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRlY82RQ8I/AAAAAAAAACs/TZjQ43tyFwE/s1600-h/100_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRlY82RQ8I/AAAAAAAAACs/TZjQ43tyFwE/s320/100_0479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216405747726894018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a new brother, you might not know this considering that I come from a family a family of 3 girls, but alas, I do have a new brother. He's got a ton of black hair and he's a cutie. He looks nothing like any of us...perhaps he cuter....Oh and if there was a book entitled Spoiled Rotten: How to get your parents to be puddy in your hands, he would be the author.   OK so he's my parents new dog. He's a cute black lab and he is the apple of my parents eye.  Okay so maybe mine as well. I didn't think the void in my heart could have been filled since our dear pooch (Ah"mutt"daus) passed, but Buddy comes close. I mean how can you not love that face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRm1ayUVBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YgP27ZxNZz4/s1600-h/100_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRm1ayUVBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YgP27ZxNZz4/s320/100_0482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216407336311346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My parents have taught him how to catch, which he loves to do, as you can tell in these pictures. While playing catch, he wants to involve everybody so he makes sure everybody gets a turn. They have also taught Buddy how to talk when prompted (he barks), to lay down and to play dead.  The new thing that my Dad is trying to teach him to do is to sing. My Dad will start singing&lt;br /&gt;"How much is that doggie in the window" and he tries to get buddy to bark twice...which he does but he gets so excited that when he hears my Dad start to sing then he'll bark.  It brought us hours of amusement watching him and laughing at him. I can't wait until they get that little trick perfected.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRpPiJKD-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mNcxzpEVNwE/s1600-h/100_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRpPiJKD-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/mNcxzpEVNwE/s320/100_0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216409983986044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I must say he sure brings so much joy to our lives. There is something that is so joyous about an animal. They just love you so much and do the funniest thing that light up your day, don't you agree? I certainly couldn't imagine life without them. I'm glad that all of our pets have found us...Buddy included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5044434728871907176?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5044434728871907176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5044434728871907176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5044434728871907176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5044434728871907176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/06/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGRlY82RQ8I/AAAAAAAAACs/TZjQ43tyFwE/s72-c/100_0479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-5627168619267121520</id><published>2008-06-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:21:01.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite niece Kaycee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMa9cDkzdI/AAAAAAAAACM/7j-7CEkcZ6w/s1600-h/100_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMa9cDkzdI/AAAAAAAAACM/7j-7CEkcZ6w/s320/100_0468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216042436230696402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I blogged about my adopted niece's and nephew earlier, I must blog about my favorite niece Kaycee.... okay well she's my only niece but that's beside the point.  Kaycee lives in Spokane during the school year and stays with my sis, and bro-in-law, Jess and Dave during the summer.  She also visits a few other times during the year, so sometimes it's hit or miss if I see her. But when we do see each other we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;! That's best friends, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; whatever you prefer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMclYwsr1I/AAAAAAAAACU/dciOCOmn_Ww/s1600-h/100_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMclYwsr1I/AAAAAAAAACU/dciOCOmn_Ww/s320/100_0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216044222052609874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though there is no blood relation between us two she's a gal after my own heart. I do not know a 10-year-old that is more into movies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movie stars&lt;/span&gt; than this girl. See what I mean....we're 2 peas in a pod. She is very content to watch movies and remembers everyone that is in them.  What a genius!&lt;br /&gt;She also likes to take pictures. She does a decent job, but I think she also likes to be pretty creative and take abstract photo's, and different kinds of self-taken photos. Check out some of her work.&lt;br /&gt;One of her awesome pictures of....what else her mouth, not to mention the self-taken one. She's having fun, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMeTK_aJlI/AAAAAAAAACc/3vuWQ1ntBA4/s1600-h/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMeTK_aJlI/AAAAAAAAACc/3vuWQ1ntBA4/s320/100_0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216046108141823570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMeTK_aJlI/AAAAAAAAACc/3vuWQ1ntBA4/s1600-h/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-5627168619267121520?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/5627168619267121520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=5627168619267121520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5627168619267121520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/5627168619267121520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-niece-kaycee.html' title='My favorite niece Kaycee'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGMa9cDkzdI/AAAAAAAAACM/7j-7CEkcZ6w/s72-c/100_0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-531566823154722987</id><published>2008-06-23T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:15:40.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite kids</title><content type='html'>So since my only niece lives in Spokane and I hardly ever see her, I have to adopt pseudo nieces and nephews, enter the Leavers. I met Scott and Andrea through my friends Mike and Lianne Gardner, who I met through my good friend Jon Bancroft; Lianne's brother (are you with me still?). Andrea was looking for someone to help her watch the kids a few days a week so she could get some hassle free errands done. I offered to help because I had a few days off during the week and felt like I did nothing but waste a day away.  It's no surprise that I quickly fell in love with this family and adopted my way into their family. Now that I work for Scott and Mike in their orthodontics office I'm afraid I don't get to spend as much time with them as I would like to. However, when Scott and Andrea want to get away for a kid free weekend they ask me to fill in... I love it and I feel very flattered that they trust me with their most prized possessions.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBvP6t0arI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lAs-BiX04tM/s1600-h/100_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBvP6t0arI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lAs-BiX04tM/s320/100_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215290687745190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elliet&lt;/span&gt;. She's 5 going on 6 and reminds me every time I see her that I promised her a Pegasus for her birthday next month. I better get on that. She loves horses and she is an excellent artist. Check out her mad painting skills on this butterfly jewelery box for her mom's birthday. I have to say she is hands down a better artist than I am. One time she asked me what I was good at drawing when I told her I wasn't very good at drawing like her mom and her, she asked me "are you not good at drawing anything because you don't love yourself?"  I have no idea where she thought that one up, but it sure got me thinking? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.... the mind of and artist! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBxFu1rMQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zWxLNfmAIPQ/s1600-h/100_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBxFu1rMQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zWxLNfmAIPQ/s320/100_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215292711781478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sadie, she's 4 now and she is a ball full of energy.  The last time I watched them from the time I got there Thursday night, until I put them to bed, I don't think she stopped talking. She cracks me up. She's pretty creative as well, she has 2 pair of sandals that are the same style but one is pink and one is red. She has started wearing one pink and one red one. Everyone will comment on it and she has the widest grin. She's also very expressive. She'll say "hey Jeannine, I know what we can do....." then she'll say something and follow that up with "that's a good idea." She knows how smart she is, which tends to get dangerous for me cause I'm afraid she has me wrapped around her cute little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBzaKIUWEI/AAAAAAAAACE/lOnR1XvRNw0/s1600-h/ReadMessageLight.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBzaKIUWEI/AAAAAAAAACE/lOnR1XvRNw0/s320/ReadMessageLight.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215295261728069698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Last but not least, here is cute little Lucas. Is it any wonder why I love these kids. I mean just look at that face. After I cut his hair I said "Lucas you're so handsome" he said "yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jernine&lt;/span&gt;, I handsome." As any 4-year-old twin goes they can be quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;, Lucas and Sadie are no exception. When he gets in a little trouble and I have to get after him he says "But Jernine, I sorry. I want you to be happy." By the way can you hear that sound? It's the sound of my heart melting. I can't stay mad at him. He is also, the cutest little singer and dancer. It's so cute watching him especially when he doesn't know I'm watching. What can I say I'm a smitten kitten when it comes to these 3 kids.  Much thanks to Scott and Andrea for sharing them with me. (On a side not look at Sadie checking herself out in the mirror, she's soooo cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-531566823154722987?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/531566823154722987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=531566823154722987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/531566823154722987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/531566823154722987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-kids.html' title='My favorite kids'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SGBvP6t0arI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lAs-BiX04tM/s72-c/100_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135667307168384439.post-1054435852897266003</id><published>2008-06-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:37:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog</title><content type='html'>Okay so i thought it was about time that I started one of these little ditties. I guess it's time for me to enter the blog club. Not sure why I decided to, probably because I love reading other peoples blogs, but whatever the case may be welcome welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135667307168384439-1054435852897266003?l=blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/feeds/1054435852897266003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135667307168384439&amp;postID=1054435852897266003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1054435852897266003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135667307168384439/posts/default/1054435852897266003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-de-da-da.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my blog'/><author><name>Jeannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667472552647357127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_d9ed9OGpA/SKTfFIdkb6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nenGDDcQe7w/S220/100_0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
