<?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-3586590438651778724</id><updated>2012-02-11T00:53:55.539-08:00</updated><category term='weddings'/><title type='text'>DAILY DOSE OF DANA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2401675188285301452</id><published>2011-07-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:08:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of Our Favorite Things....</title><content type='html'>Oh my the sounds that are filling this house! (Especially the one that filled the house accompanied by smoke as I typed away here and forgot about the boiling noodles on the stove)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cx-06E7D_k8/TjIO5WRZrPI/AAAAAAAACBU/3988zs8f6o8/s1600/DSC_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cx-06E7D_k8/TjIO5WRZrPI/AAAAAAAACBU/3988zs8f6o8/s320/DSC_0092.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more then thrilled when the people on TV talk, I think you think they are talking to you, Actually I am sure you think they are talking to you and I love how you react! &amp;nbsp;You are starting to crack up and giggle and as adorable as it is, so is your whining. It takes a lot to get you to a full blown cry but you willingly whine! &amp;nbsp;I love the whining giggle combo! That makes me feel like you are just recognizing yourself making sounds and I don't care who says what, thats what I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAH1Rn8vD68/TjIWjbIGlcI/AAAAAAAACBs/OvRTYQ2QNyg/s1600/DSC_0713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAH1Rn8vD68/TjIWjbIGlcI/AAAAAAAACBs/OvRTYQ2QNyg/s320/DSC_0713.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your Daddy. You love watching tv with him and when Daddy gets home from work your all about hanging out with him. Its so cute when he gets home from work and you notice him and you get all excited. Its one of the best parts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the pool! I wasn't sure about letting you in there and you loved laying on the raft and seriously just enjoying the lazy day in the pool, and then when we held you, you were splashing all over and having a blast. You were splashing the water up in your facing and spitting it, and you were cracking us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEXpVo36xa4/TjIPmPpLVUI/AAAAAAAACBY/fPYOfSYDPDs/s1600/DSC_0569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEXpVo36xa4/TjIPmPpLVUI/AAAAAAAACBY/fPYOfSYDPDs/s320/DSC_0569.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhEEBDs62f0/TjIP7ajd2wI/AAAAAAAACBc/xm6QZstX4jo/s1600/DSC_0572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhEEBDs62f0/TjIP7ajd2wI/AAAAAAAACBc/xm6QZstX4jo/s320/DSC_0572.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love bouncing in your jumparoo, so much that one day you literally bounced yourself to sleep. If I didn't see it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7sEnmOcFk/TjIWDFqfjUI/AAAAAAAACBo/9nNEWqClqHY/s1600/DSC_0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7sEnmOcFk/TjIWDFqfjUI/AAAAAAAACBo/9nNEWqClqHY/s320/DSC_0876.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You LOVE food, your crazy for your bottle, you actually stalk for it! You will follow with your eyes and cry for the empty bottle you just finished. And you love bananas, carrots, green beans, squash, sweet potato, apples, pears, peaches but you don't like PEAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojs_5UXwH_E/TjIVTQJwpJI/AAAAAAAACBk/t7tNla7lpD0/s1600/DSC_0829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojs_5UXwH_E/TjIVTQJwpJI/AAAAAAAACBk/t7tNla7lpD0/s320/DSC_0829.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you gasp a few breaths of air and then scream out HAH HAH HAH, and each HAH gets louder. You are starting to chat it up a little with your toys in the car and in your crib. You do love your glo-worm when your in your crib, we have even caught you holding it against your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rw3O2wJoLc/TjIXjXQv7hI/AAAAAAAACB0/COMj5BKscAk/s1600/DSC_8546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rw3O2wJoLc/TjIXjXQv7hI/AAAAAAAACB0/COMj5BKscAk/s320/DSC_8546.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately you have been taking your two tiny little hands and grabbing our cheeks and then you cuddle your little cheek against ours and it is truly the best feeling I have ever experienced in my life. I even swear your trying to give kisses. We love to each take one of your cheeks at the same time and just smother you with kisses and the best part is you love it and you crack up! I wish everyone could hear your little laugh because it is the best sound ever. Your always smiling, and there isn't a day that goes by where I swear time stands still while I get all caught up in you and I love every second of it. I am truly thankful that God gave you to me and I never knew how much I needed you in my life. I love you Killian James, and even though your just short of six months old I cannot remember life without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2401675188285301452?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2401675188285301452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2401675188285301452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2401675188285301452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2401675188285301452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of Our Favorite Things....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cx-06E7D_k8/TjIO5WRZrPI/AAAAAAAACBU/3988zs8f6o8/s72-c/DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2818228459592815431</id><published>2011-05-16T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:08:43.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you don't mind...(my creativity is lacking while my sensitivity is kicking....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's a little bit funny this feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm not one of those who can easily hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I don't have much money but boy if I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mbfMubCk8/TdHiEp1pO1I/AAAAAAAACAw/QR8GIPKmvg4/s1600/DSC_0509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mbfMubCk8/TdHiEp1pO1I/AAAAAAAACAw/QR8GIPKmvg4/s320/DSC_0509.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I know it's not much but it's the best I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sati0eKJx58/TdHi5XaTGDI/AAAAAAAACA0/dauLYgV1yZA/s1600/DSC_2707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sati0eKJx58/TdHi5XaTGDI/AAAAAAAACA0/dauLYgV1yZA/s320/DSC_2707.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLrq-uS03Ys/TdHjSqMz7FI/AAAAAAAACA8/LzUvZhhsPs8/s1600/Killian+Crying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLrq-uS03Ys/TdHjSqMz7FI/AAAAAAAACA8/LzUvZhhsPs8/s320/Killian+Crying.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6TDzju8fEc/TdHmDnSptXI/AAAAAAAACBA/n2D86lIG-Cc/s1600/DSC_3180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6TDzju8fEc/TdHmDnSptXI/AAAAAAAACBA/n2D86lIG-Cc/s320/DSC_3180.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pgPD8_BDF4/TdHjD-Y0c1I/AAAAAAAACA4/aigY4qBxoHo/s1600/DSC_3074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pgPD8_BDF4/TdHjD-Y0c1I/AAAAAAAACA4/aigY4qBxoHo/s1600/DSC_3074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asX1DJ2dO8g/TdHme6nTgiI/AAAAAAAACBE/VeFfPwclD_g/s1600/DSC_3241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asX1DJ2dO8g/TdHme6nTgiI/AAAAAAAACBE/VeFfPwclD_g/s320/DSC_3241.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnZinTl2wwc/TdHmluNEyQI/AAAAAAAACBI/ILwXsaa4CT8/s1600/Killian+Grass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnZinTl2wwc/TdHmluNEyQI/AAAAAAAACBI/ILwXsaa4CT8/s320/Killian+Grass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2818228459592815431?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2818228459592815431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2818228459592815431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2818228459592815431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2818228459592815431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hope-you-dont-mindmy-creativity-is.html' title='I hope you don&apos;t mind...(my creativity is lacking while my sensitivity is kicking....)'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mbfMubCk8/TdHiEp1pO1I/AAAAAAAACAw/QR8GIPKmvg4/s72-c/DSC_0509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3561626319356850668</id><published>2011-04-10T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:46:09.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Silly Life...your perfect....</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while once again, and I don't even know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with February 9, 2011, 6pm to be exact....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC2W7soUJ2A/TaIKC916UMI/AAAAAAAACAI/olGXB3UBl4w/s1600/DSC_0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC2W7soUJ2A/TaIKC916UMI/AAAAAAAACAI/olGXB3UBl4w/s320/DSC_0211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DczLAiXUmo0/TaIKbT9G99I/AAAAAAAACAM/stLPTZlHXwc/s1600/DSC_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DczLAiXUmo0/TaIKbT9G99I/AAAAAAAACAM/stLPTZlHXwc/s320/DSC_0213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkmQRIkAk0/TaIKppOdOdI/AAAAAAAACAQ/oYoLBdirF8U/s1600/DSC_0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkmQRIkAk0/TaIKppOdOdI/AAAAAAAACAQ/oYoLBdirF8U/s320/DSC_0236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Exactly 23 hours after we arrived at the hospital, a failed attempt to induce labor twice, and after some floor pacing, here you were! We had so much time to prepare, and yet nothing in the world could have prepared me for this. I think the second you entered the world and probably for the next 24 hours I felt like we were the only three people in it. I got to spend two hours completely alone getting to know my 8lb. 12 oz. baby boy. You have ten fingers and ten toes, I think you will have your dads hair and maybe my silly faces. We named you Killian James and we couldn't wait to share with you with the world. You were our personal little miracle and the love that poured out of me was uncontrollable and I don't think I will ever be the same person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mgvbooBqg/TaIQD4K3NXI/AAAAAAAACAU/lhHxIhlqzos/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mgvbooBqg/TaIQD4K3NXI/AAAAAAAACAU/lhHxIhlqzos/s320/DSC_0307.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jimK9JCB31Q/TaIRc4ttQRI/AAAAAAAACAY/CJaMms0esV8/s1600/DSC_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jimK9JCB31Q/TaIRc4ttQRI/AAAAAAAACAY/CJaMms0esV8/s320/DSC_0225.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is so much I want to share with you, so much I can't wait to tell you, so much I want to give you, and I can't wait for you to experience it all.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to meet the family, and everyone who will love you to pieces forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpW14G0pe70/TaITsYK9bFI/AAAAAAAACAc/MD_lBPtWBg0/s1600/DSC_9648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpW14G0pe70/TaITsYK9bFI/AAAAAAAACAc/MD_lBPtWBg0/s320/DSC_9648.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love your squeaky little cry, and I know its not gonna last too long, because soon its gonna be a big demanding cry, but right now I could listen to you squeak forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g84x2-h6g2k/TaIT6zTKD5I/AAAAAAAACAg/0YZwalwu93Y/s1600/DSC_9660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g84x2-h6g2k/TaIT6zTKD5I/AAAAAAAACAg/0YZwalwu93Y/s320/DSC_9660.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are just this little amazing person, and even though you don't say much, and you don't take up much space, you sure do mean a lot, and around here your gonna be very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvB9P9i4A3s/TaIUgBXeMcI/AAAAAAAACAk/Cn87gKXTVIc/s1600/DSC_9745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvB9P9i4A3s/TaIUgBXeMcI/AAAAAAAACAk/Cn87gKXTVIc/s320/DSC_9745.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just hope your happy here, and I hope you know we love you forever no matter what, and I just want you to know your perfect, and I don't think life can get any better then this. I think I have figured out who I am...your mom, and thats the greatest accomplishment of mine so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3561626319356850668?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3561626319356850668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3561626319356850668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3561626319356850668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3561626319356850668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-to-my-silly-lifeyour-perfect.html' title='Welcome To My Silly Life...your perfect....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC2W7soUJ2A/TaIKC916UMI/AAAAAAAACAI/olGXB3UBl4w/s72-c/DSC_0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-8677860392810573383</id><published>2010-11-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:40:20.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Dirt Squirt, Helllllooooo HERO (LOVE THE PREGNANT HORMONES)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thursday night when I left work at 8:30 pm I called my husband to see what he was up to and he informed me he was at the Volkswagon dealership. I was a bit dumfounded at first, and then realized that my darling husband (lol, because I mean it at this moment) was working on something. He was actually trading in our Jeep for a regular 4 door car. And honestly this made me feel like he was doing something, finally, for "OUR FAMILY".&lt;br /&gt;I can remember when we bought the jeep, I remember feeling so sad that it was a stick shift, because I cant drive stick shifts. You woud think I can learn too, but I can't, I make stick shift vehicles jump like frogs and its very scarey. But&amp;nbsp;I loved being&amp;nbsp;in it! I loved&amp;nbsp;the hard top, the soft top, the no top, the no doors, It was so much fun. I loved the Jeep waive that you just did when people in other jeeps drove by, It came with an elite sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM_cskFzEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/8F-tUOiJ39Q/s1600/DSC_2423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM_cskFzEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/8F-tUOiJ39Q/s320/DSC_2423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy loved the jeep too, more then any other car he ever owned, and I loved that he loved it. Might as well love what you pay for every month right!&lt;br /&gt;He would disapear into the Jersey pine lands for whole days sometimes. One time he came back and the whole thing and him were covered in mud and it smelled so bad. It was disgusting, but he was all happy and he was just as happy cleaning it all up too. Sounds weird, but he did love getting it all muddy and cleaning it all up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM_93K91pI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Q6SHQNFkux0/s1600/DSC_3829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM_93K91pI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Q6SHQNFkux0/s320/DSC_3829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could just see how happy and content he was to just drive aimlessly in his jeep. It was his car his means of transportation, to and from work, but it was his weekend toy too! He made "Jeep friends" in the NJ Pines and he always just had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TONAX-oCCEI/AAAAAAAAB_0/8KJozSFV_rg/s1600/DSC_6731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TONAX-oCCEI/AAAAAAAAB_0/8KJozSFV_rg/s320/DSC_6731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it our "Dirt Squirt' and we drove it all the way to Pennsacola, Florida. It was so much fun, I loved being in it and Billy loved driving it. He took lots of pictures of it and we have a lot of fun memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TONAlLOFeGI/AAAAAAAAB_4/VRC9ahvXtaY/s1600/DSC_1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TONAlLOFeGI/AAAAAAAAB_4/VRC9ahvXtaY/s320/DSC_1800.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here we are 6 plus months preggers and I think reality krept up on my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;told Billy he didn't have to do this now, we&amp;nbsp;could wait - the baby isn't coming til February. He told me to relax he was handling it.&lt;br /&gt;The jeep has two doors, which I knew meant this car would not be kid friendly. The only way to get a baby in a car seat without a sling shot would be to put him in without the windows in the jeep and that would make for a terribly cold ride for a baby in Febraury.Plus the back seat is like a bench seat and there is no trunk so the dilemma did exist. I just figured we would cross this bridge as gently as possible when we needed too.&lt;br /&gt;For me this was the first "Daddy" thing Billy did. I was so proud inside because all this time I have felt so alone and so miserable being sick and uncomfortable and feeling like he got the easy part to just sit back and wait. I was mean and nasty for a good part of the last 6 months and I know that but at the same time I had no idea what was happening to me, and I was winging it. I couldn't prepare myself let alone prepare those people around me. I was a little jealous that Billy got to keep living his life as normal, like this pregnancy was normal, and I fealt like I wasnt even human anymore. I haven't even been able to get in the jeep since August because I havent even been able to climb up into it since I popped out.&lt;br /&gt;So Billy traded the "Dirt Squirt" for a fully loaded plain 4 door sedan thats really good on gas. Its roomy enough for the 3 of us, has the car seat hook ups all ready and a full size trunk for the stroller and its more of an economical vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so proud of him since he did it, we went and picked a car seat that would be good for him, and we left the jeep at the VW dealership and never looked back....&lt;br /&gt;I have been a little broken hearted about it, and I thought I was broken hearted for Billy, but he hasn't expressed one ounce of regret. He is truly my Hero!&amp;nbsp;He has actually been in love with his new car since he got it and he is even so much more excited about the baby. I was thinking maybe because I look more and more preggers every day Reality is finally setting in for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;Well Friday night we were out peruzzing the furniture stores, looking at recliners because the couch, and laying down are no longer friends of mine. Billy thinks a recliner will do the trick and treat me much nicer then the couch or the bed. So my hero, who is becoming quite the dad lately, wanted to take me recliner shopping,&amp;nbsp;So let the hunt begin! Well we were driving up Route 1, which is not only the shopping alley that the mall, the shopping centers and all furniture stores sit on, but so do al the car lots in the area. And there were traveling down Route 1 and there it was, the "Dirt Squirt" up on a ramp sitting on the VW used car lot high above all the other cars, for all the world to see, it was glorious and amazing and then I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;Billy started laughing at me. &lt;br /&gt;I was so crushed instantly, a week ago that jeep was mine, it was loved and it was good to us. (Do you hear me, I never even drove that Jeep!?!?!?!) I started crying even harder.&amp;nbsp;I asked him to not drive&amp;nbsp;by here ever again.&amp;nbsp;I fealt like they put it up there to make people want it, and it worked, because&amp;nbsp;I wanted it back.&amp;nbsp;I hate when people throw things in my face, and I really fealt like VW threw my jeep in my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-8677860392810573383?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/8677860392810573383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=8677860392810573383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8677860392810573383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8677860392810573383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-dirt-squirt-helllllooooo-hero.html' title='Goodbye Dirt Squirt, Helllllooooo HERO (LOVE THE PREGNANT HORMONES)'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM_cskFzEI/AAAAAAAAB_s/8F-tUOiJ39Q/s72-c/DSC_2423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5153087972682921861</id><published>2010-11-16T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:17:08.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking field goals, having my cake and eating it too, in black and white</title><content type='html'>So as I have finally crossed the midlle point, the first major milestone in this journey of my pregnancy, I have come to so much realization. I have been walking up and down memory lane peeking into certain windows of the past looking at who I want to be in the future and learning a little from those past&amp;nbsp;experiences. &lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I used to think everything in my mind was typed out on a type writer and then filed in a box in certain department, but now I see it more like a long hallway and&amp;nbsp;I see things in different rooms from the outside looking in. I like it this way - its easier to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much in my 33 years of life, some things I never even thought were important, and some things I placed too much emphasis on at the time. I have no idea who I will be by this time next year, allthough I can tell you from looking back who I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on, and I only can hope now that I have this little person depending on me, this little person who I havent even met, yet I love him more then anything, in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I wake up, I wake him up too, I love that he is with me no matter what, and I can feel&amp;nbsp;his life inside me. He kicks me like crazy and its even better then I had ever thought or imagined. I was so afraid of it at first.&amp;nbsp;Then when it finally happened I couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever felt him&amp;nbsp;and knew it was him without a doubt, I was at the sink washing my moms hair, she was talking and talking, and I just started cracking up. I fealt like someone blew a sherbert on the inside of&amp;nbsp;my stomach. My mom was so curious as to why I was cracking up and I told her he must here you talking, and he must like what your saying. Ever since that day the little flutters turned&amp;nbsp;into little thumps, and&amp;nbsp;now I think we are kicking field goals.&lt;br /&gt;We had an ultra sound a few weeks ago and she couldnt get all the measurements, because Killian James, (thats his name) was all scrunched up in a little ball, hardly into sharing himself with us. This was the first time I ever saw him so still. He was just not in the mood for us to be seeing him. So the tech couldn't get much measurements and asked that we come back in two weeks. It was a little sad but at least we would get to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told me to eat a tasteycake to get him moving right before I went for the next ultrasound, and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! He was seriously putting on a show! My mom and Dad, had come with me, they had never gotten to experience the ultrasound thing and I just wanted them to see how much fun it was to get to see him. He was flipping around and waiving and kicking and showing off! I think it was the best Ultrasound yet, even though the first two were amazing this one took the cake! LITERALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM61MWFB1I/AAAAAAAAB_k/8c_SAL8SUkI/s1600/KillianDaddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM61MWFB1I/AAAAAAAAB_k/8c_SAL8SUkI/s320/KillianDaddy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this tech printed out so many picks and she personalized them, one said "HI DADDY" and one said "HI MOMMY" and then I had a moment to myself with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM67LUmarI/AAAAAAAAB_o/zGMyklzLaTw/s1600/KillianMommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM67LUmarI/AAAAAAAAB_o/zGMyklzLaTw/s320/KillianMommy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY.....Mommy....mommy....Dana....MOMMY, MoMmY, I know it will be awhile before I actually hear the words but seriously ME, a MOMMY??? &lt;br /&gt;Just a small panic attack because you do know that&amp;nbsp;I never thought anyone would call me Mommy, AND then there it was in black and white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5153087972682921861?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5153087972682921861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5153087972682921861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5153087972682921861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5153087972682921861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/11/kicking-field-goals-having-my-cake-and.html' title='Kicking field goals, having my cake and eating it too, in black and white'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TOM61MWFB1I/AAAAAAAAB_k/8c_SAL8SUkI/s72-c/KillianDaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-325741395970496604</id><published>2010-08-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:31:11.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECONNECTING, WHAT!?!?!?... OMG!!! AND LETS TALK ABOUT THE PRIZE INSIDE!</title><content type='html'>So I keep trying to promise that I will update my blog, and I have written and just not posted, for various reasons. I like to write its my outlet, sometimes after I let it out, I feel better and don't always need to shere. Does anyone else have unpublished posts hiding behind the scenes of their blog?&lt;br /&gt;So I am finally blogging to tell you all abot the latest OMG in my life, and some of you know and some of you don't. So here it goes lets play catch up. So the last time I posted was June, and its been quite a crazy year, thats prob why I never find time to do this, not to mention that the two jobs get crazier and crazier, and I just collapse when I get home, so I get the feeling "8 days a week" wouldn't have been such a bad idea, because after 5 days I am completely oblivious anyway! Well&amp;nbsp;working 6 days a week, is usually pretty easy for me and I never think twice about it until suddenly I have felt like a sleep deprived maniac. Everything makes me tired, everything makes me cry, I am over exhausted and pretty much this summer I have felt so burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;I knew one day my age would catch up to me, I mean I couldn't go and go&amp;nbsp; ang go&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;forever, even though I swore I could. I am not a home body, and I am not into "home" things. Sure I want a nice home, but its not my focus. My focus is whats happening where its happening and how can I get involved. I am a gossip junkie and I love being in the know whether it be celebrity, high school crap, or local b.s. I want to know. If a fire truck goes down the street&amp;nbsp;I take a walk, I am so nosey its insane. But at least I can admit it. I can remember being at my mom-moms house when I was young and she alays drew the curtains closed after dinner, and sometimes especially in the summer, ya know neighbors would be out fighting or a cop may stop by someones house and she would peek through the tiniest slit in the closed curtains. I would do it through the other end, and we would chat about it quietly and share what we were seeing, her from her slit and me from mine.&amp;nbsp;And then all of a sudden she would call me a "Haunta House" and clear me from the curtains! This would always crack me up inside! We were doing the same thing together, but I think she always thought I would get her caught! And maybe I would have because in reality I didn't want to hide behind the curtain I wanted to go sit on the curb and get a front row seat! Anyway, I am not a gossip queen in a bad way&amp;nbsp;I can keep a secret really good too. I just want to know the secret, I won't ever tell, I just want to know! &lt;br /&gt;Well the last two years so much crap has gone down in my personal life that I seriously feel like closing the curtains. I can't believe I said it, but its true. I want to close the curtains and turn the lights off, I don't even want anyone to know I am home, and I am getting pretty good at recognizing the culprits in my life and I don't even answer the phone! I don't want to share anything with you because you twist and turn it, so I have cut off communication until I feel its safe!&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how your 30's change you.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Mom, I&amp;nbsp;am losing&amp;nbsp;my "Haunta House" ability. But its ok, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;So I am finding all of my past interests are dwindeling and this whole year of 2010, I have no clue who I am. And the people who I have surrounded myself with my whole life are different too.I have felt like a lonely lady with no real friends, and honestly you can't convince me otherwise. I have been given the chance to be so alone, that I have found the time to do some real soul searching and&amp;nbsp;If you were my friend you would know what am I talking about but you have no clue, and its ok. This is life and I am learning it.Its pretty much every man for themselves, and I got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a little bit and&amp;nbsp;it took a lot of tears and then in the middle of all this change and learning and loosing, I found out some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a sickness that lasts all day, and has yet to go away&lt;br /&gt;I found terrible skin, that used to be so clear and tan all year, now breaks out and even gets sun poison&lt;br /&gt;I found swolen feet &lt;br /&gt;I found out that I don't need to smoke, I don't even like it&lt;br /&gt;I found out that smells are disgusting, you smell, I smell, that guy over ther absolutely stinks&lt;br /&gt;I found that my great hair&amp;nbsp;sucks, its&amp;nbsp;terrible its dry and feels like straw no matter what I do to it&lt;br /&gt;I found out that sleeping is all I have wanted to do for the last three months&lt;br /&gt;I found out that you dont really care what I look like, so I don't right now either&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I am so uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I can't even eat a full meal, better yet I don't even like food&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there is an extra heartbeat inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there is a little baby boy who will be born Feb 3&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he waves his hands around&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he kicks his feet&lt;br /&gt;I found out that his foot is 1.4 centimeters long and I could see his toes&lt;br /&gt;I found out he is only 17.23 centimeters long total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/THPlXp657oI/AAAAAAAAB_U/y1Ju-d__99E/s1600/zKzah%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/THPlXp657oI/AAAAAAAAB_U/y1Ju-d__99E/s320/zKzah%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never planned for this, I can honestly say kids were not something I ever even thought about wanting, but I also found out that this tiny baby that only weighs ounces and measures in centimeters&amp;nbsp;with a heart beat that slams so fast and so loud is&amp;nbsp;going to be a part of my life soon, and for all the not wanting before, I certainly cannot wait for February.&lt;br /&gt;He is the prize inside of life, and for all the crap that has changed me and led me down this road, I can only ask that if I do anything right in my life, please let this be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-325741395970496604?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/325741395970496604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=325741395970496604' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/325741395970496604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/325741395970496604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/08/reconnecting-what-omg-and-lets-talk.html' title='RECONNECTING, WHAT!?!?!?... OMG!!! AND LETS TALK ABOUT THE PRIZE INSIDE!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/THPlXp657oI/AAAAAAAAB_U/y1Ju-d__99E/s72-c/zKzah%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1289648686344566601</id><published>2010-06-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:59:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret obsession, the airbrush is way too busy, and still in love...</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile, and I have been meaning to blog for awhile but I have been so busy - ridiculously busy and I have actually had a lot to say, sometimes too much to say, and again this is my outlet for that, but what can I say Facebook has monoploized my life! I know I am not the only addicted one, but the first step is admitting it, right!&lt;br /&gt;I love that the summer is here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;Can't believe I actually feel that way, because winter clothes are my favorite, and I am obsessed with boots, but my flip flop obsession is pretty equal, and I just hate the darn bugs. Seriously, if you ever see me just running around for no reason its probably because I am trying to escape the bee thats chasing me! Its actually a pretty hysterical site....&lt;br /&gt;I have found my need to constantly smell like a coconut is finally being satisfied!!!!! Thanks to Victorias Secret "Island Escape" Coconut and Sugarcane, is amazing!!! I love this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TAfJiCHTz_I/AAAAAAAAB_E/5bBZDk-HDEA/s1600/V301032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TAfJiCHTz_I/AAAAAAAAB_E/5bBZDk-HDEA/s320/V301032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not just because I spray tan people at work, but maybe because I am somewhat "tanorexic", well, I am majorly "tanorexic" I also love to make my tan last as long as possible, and for a few years now I love this stuff to. Get the gradual tan and around your wrists and ankles mix it with a regular lotion, so you don't get the weird marks where suddenly your feet are not tan! So anyway for all you spray tan nuts, as myself, its important to use a tinted moisturizerat least once a day, if not twice to make that spray tan last!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TAfLECEugtI/AAAAAAAAB_M/YkFe6JgxjFo/s1600/V296399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TAfLECEugtI/AAAAAAAAB_M/YkFe6JgxjFo/s320/V296399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also not just because I spray tan people at work, but maybe because I am somewhat "tanorexic", well, I am majorly&amp;nbsp;"tanorexic" I also love to make my tan last as long as possible, and for a few years now I love this stuff to. Get the gradual tan and around your wrists and ankles mix it with a regular lotion, so you don't get the weird marks where suddenly your feet are not tan! So anyway for all you spray tan nuts, as myself, its important to use a tinted moisturizer at least once a day, if not twice to make that spray tan last!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So those are my little secret obsessions, along with my airbrush makeup, that I have been busy using on everyone who comes into the shop for makeup. Hair is my secret obsession, and I would do hair til my fingers fell off, but sometimes its nice to dive into something else and get a little crazy and creative!!! I need to post some pics, but I actually have been forgetting to bring the camera a lot which is so not like me!!! So I should be able to get some pics together and share! &lt;br /&gt;Well everything else on the homefront is good, Rosco and my husband are good, we are all just great, and looking forward to a relaxing summer. We had some issues with the pool, no big deal, some squirel out there is really wishing he didnt use the filter pump to store his acorns. Hopefully I will actually use the pool this year!&amp;nbsp;I have already missed two summer events that I wish I didn't but thats what happens when you get overwhelmed with life.&amp;nbsp;Some times you just want to actually take a minute and smell the roses (I am ready to take my minute).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1289648686344566601?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1289648686344566601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1289648686344566601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1289648686344566601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1289648686344566601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-obsession-airbrush-is-way-too.html' title='secret obsession, the airbrush is way too busy, and still in love...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/TAfJiCHTz_I/AAAAAAAAB_E/5bBZDk-HDEA/s72-c/V301032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5087855856048282106</id><published>2010-03-17T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:42:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Buckwilly, and Rosco, the new kid in town...</title><content type='html'>So billy and I have emBARKED on a new venture and we decided to expand the family!&lt;br /&gt;Its our version of family planning.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted everyone to meet the new kid in town!!!&lt;br /&gt;His name is Rosco and he is a 7 month old beagle and he came fully equipped with lots of food, treats, and toys! We are so new to this puppy thing but we love it.&lt;br /&gt;We read the Beagle book that came with him and decided we were going to make sure no matter we would do this, this, this, and this. HAAAAA! That was a joke as soon as it came time for us to enforce the rules, it was like a roller coaster. Billy is def the leader of this pack because I cave at the cuteness immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GCg8YDMxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CmalvOuuHSo/s1600-h/DSC_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GCg8YDMxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CmalvOuuHSo/s320/DSC_0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is his favorite toy! Its a rubber chiken in a purple polka dot bikini! I crack up every time he brings it to me! Which just so you know is about 95 times a day- he loves this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GCn5hYslI/AAAAAAAAB-U/RAFe2WJFn90/s1600-h/DSC_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GCn5hYslI/AAAAAAAAB-U/RAFe2WJFn90/s320/DSC_0215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rosco is a great help with the dishes, he loves to lick the dishwasher! Strange, but he does it every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GDEI_T2eI/AAAAAAAAB-s/7Z2RQlm1e1A/s1600-h/DSC_0355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GDEI_T2eI/AAAAAAAAB-s/7Z2RQlm1e1A/s320/DSC_0355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he also is sooo funny he walks like a person, no joke, he does it for longer then I ever thought a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;could! These are my favorite shots below, he loves outside, and he is more social then we are. He talks to all the neighbors and cries when the kids walk by for school, and if they don't pay him any attention, he cries a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GC_7vk22I/AAAAAAAAB-k/ShgvZmxVy64/s1600-h/DSC_0352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GC_7vk22I/AAAAAAAAB-k/ShgvZmxVy64/s320/DSC_0352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GDKRAWNGI/AAAAAAAAB-0/-eddt25LNRA/s1600-h/DSC_0375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GDKRAWNGI/AAAAAAAAB-0/-eddt25LNRA/s320/DSC_0375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and he is def Billy's jeep buddy! The first night we brought him home he cried in the jeep the whole time, and now he loves it! He goes to the park with Billy, and tonight he got his first tick, not succh a great thing but we saved him!!!! And pretty much after a week he still likes us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5087855856048282106?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5087855856048282106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5087855856048282106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5087855856048282106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5087855856048282106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-buckwilly-and-rosco-new-kid-in-town.html' title='Me, Buckwilly, and Rosco, the new kid in town...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S6GCg8YDMxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CmalvOuuHSo/s72-c/DSC_0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3387008065361555032</id><published>2010-01-20T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:22:44.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!! New Blog Post, New Pics, New Year, New NEW nEW nEw...oh ya and a fire in the microwave, and Jeffs altar ego!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fTPnFoNgI/AAAAAAAAB98/g8o9PlojF60/s1600-h/DSC_9302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fTPnFoNgI/AAAAAAAAB98/g8o9PlojF60/s320/DSC_9302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a new 30 year old girl in town!!!! What a better way to welcome her to the club then with a great BIG SURPRISE PARTY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQ8FqbyHI/AAAAAAAAB90/rsZGuCw95UE/s1600-h/DSC_9291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQ8FqbyHI/AAAAAAAAB90/rsZGuCw95UE/s320/DSC_9291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my Katie Kates (also known as Katie Cakes) thought we were heading out to dinner to PF Changs, It would had been nice to go, but me and the family along with some friends had something else in mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were plotting for weeks, I set the stage with an alibi for dinner, in the mean time we were planning our own dinner and inviting friends and family. This is Katies friend from college, Heather, her husband Byron and their little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQrO-tvwI/AAAAAAAAB9s/QtFKOYrXr7k/s1600-h/DSC_9285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQrO-tvwI/AAAAAAAAB9s/QtFKOYrXr7k/s320/DSC_9285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQeWlpoLI/AAAAAAAAB9k/zDqMZEUqtkA/s1600-h/DSC_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQeWlpoLI/AAAAAAAAB9k/zDqMZEUqtkA/s320/DSC_9297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQeWlpoLI/AAAAAAAAB9k/zDqMZEUqtkA/s1600-h/DSC_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mackenzie, Katies niece who loves to party, she is so darn cute! Her hair is getting curly and she actually looks like Katie did when she was a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQKtVBTEI/AAAAAAAAB9c/8vHZTkF-_Og/s1600-h/DSC_9296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQKtVBTEI/AAAAAAAAB9c/8vHZTkF-_Og/s320/DSC_9296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Bailey, she is a little star!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQAG6j9xI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3XE8Bp3RsGg/s1600-h/DSC_9295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fQAG6j9xI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3XE8Bp3RsGg/s320/DSC_9295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;can u tell??? we love her so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fPK9RrIOI/AAAAAAAAB9M/k2VkNGy_YTs/s1600-h/DSC_9321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fPK9RrIOI/AAAAAAAAB9M/k2VkNGy_YTs/s320/DSC_9321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fOxo6SKoI/AAAAAAAAB9E/y4CGUpUxqys/s1600-h/DSC_9323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fOxo6SKoI/AAAAAAAAB9E/y4CGUpUxqys/s320/DSC_9323.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya, Mackenzie is mobile now, she walks around all by herself, and she is sooooo cute!!! I love that she wore the sweater dress and leggings i got her for Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fOocpDlKI/AAAAAAAAB88/zwfGiLyOmPE/s1600-h/DSC_9333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fOocpDlKI/AAAAAAAAB88/zwfGiLyOmPE/s320/DSC_9333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the funniest part of the night Katie and Bailey were all set to blow out the candles and Aidan came running in and stole the moment. He blew that candle right out from under them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fMYKCaQZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/TBxt-USYlTA/s1600-h/DSC_9340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fMYKCaQZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/TBxt-USYlTA/s320/DSC_9340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fMOM5uKJI/AAAAAAAAB8k/ssiB9cEMn5Y/s1600-h/DSC_9346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fMOM5uKJI/AAAAAAAAB8k/ssiB9cEMn5Y/s320/DSC_9346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fL3tfGofI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Qt8cAupJX-Q/s1600-h/DSC_9349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fL3tfGofI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Qt8cAupJX-Q/s320/DSC_9349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Aidan is all into the WII and we were laughing when he needed Mario to jump he would jump he was using his whole body it was adorable!!! Then he pulled up a box after about 2 hours and took a seat, which was too freaking cute too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fLomjnqOI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2gFzwz08PiI/s1600-h/DSC_9350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fLomjnqOI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2gFzwz08PiI/s320/DSC_9350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fLhI_ZUiI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0FOWBNlGxLE/s1600-h/DSC_9351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fLhI_ZUiI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0FOWBNlGxLE/s320/DSC_9351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fLBGt_UHI/AAAAAAAAB78/ffXBp6JeCmY/s320/DSC_9361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIaVoR4hI/AAAAAAAAB70/UwYKOTDCyik/s1600-h/DSC_9365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIaVoR4hI/AAAAAAAAB70/UwYKOTDCyik/s320/DSC_9365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure what Jeff was trying to say here, but ok we will go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fITxiWxAI/AAAAAAAAB7s/jdY_JgZM0nE/s1600-h/DSC_9369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fITxiWxAI/AAAAAAAAB7s/jdY_JgZM0nE/s320/DSC_9369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIILrdMsI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Q61AdvQs-K8/s1600-h/DSC_9371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIILrdMsI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Q61AdvQs-K8/s320/DSC_9371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIBWO9pnI/AAAAAAAAB7c/7_ypBmNTbpQ/s1600-h/DSC_9377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fIBWO9pnI/AAAAAAAAB7c/7_ypBmNTbpQ/s320/DSC_9377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then as the night was winding down, Heather and Jeff were finally going to get some dinner, and Heather put her food on a Metallic"30" plate and I had, had a few drinks, and Jeff was eating taking a bite of his meatball sandwich and says, Dana your microwave is on fire, I scream Heather get your food out its on fire, Billy there is a fire in the microwave. I was so relaxed and at ease with the situation!!! See what a few Pomegranite Martinis will do, calm the nerves and make a fire seem like no big deal!!! We were cracking up, Poor Heather. There was a huge warning on the bottom of the plate not to place it in the microwave, wonder why? LOL! We just love to play myth busters and test things out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fG4RG_EQI/AAAAAAAAB7U/cPp8D8SZIKI/s1600-h/DSC_9379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fG4RG_EQI/AAAAAAAAB7U/cPp8D8SZIKI/s320/DSC_9379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my cousin Jeff Soles, he is a stand up comedian, who suddenly decided to become his Altar Ego when he tried Jims shirt on!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fGxYSXtVI/AAAAAAAAB7M/VSlJuqk3j_c/s1600-h/DSC_9383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fGxYSXtVI/AAAAAAAAB7M/VSlJuqk3j_c/s320/DSC_9383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fGrUVMQMI/AAAAAAAAB7E/EUovQ-_ZKzw/s1600-h/DSC_9396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fGrUVMQMI/AAAAAAAAB7E/EUovQ-_ZKzw/s320/DSC_9396.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3387008065361555032?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3387008065361555032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3387008065361555032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3387008065361555032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3387008065361555032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprise-new-blog-post-new-pics-new.html' title='SURPRISE!!!! New Blog Post, New Pics, New Year, New NEW nEW nEw...oh ya and a fire in the microwave, and Jeffs altar ego!.'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1fTPnFoNgI/AAAAAAAAB98/g8o9PlojF60/s72-c/DSC_9302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4572106701484938361</id><published>2009-10-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:04:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Duncan are friends again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Suu3RBC15uI/AAAAAAAAB6c/mEEayu_9GfA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTEtMjAwOTEwMzEtMDAwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760357"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Suu3RBC15uI/AAAAAAAAB6c/mEEayu_9GfA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTEtMjAwOTEwMzEtMDAwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760357"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398610081299687138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4572106701484938361?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4572106701484938361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4572106701484938361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4572106701484938361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4572106701484938361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-and-duncan-are-friends-again.html' title='Me and Duncan are friends again!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Suu3RBC15uI/AAAAAAAAB6c/mEEayu_9GfA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTEtMjAwOTEwMzEtMDAwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-760357' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-440491262866654112</id><published>2009-10-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:21:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty, Duncan, not Dana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuutRI5AdkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N57-EmxwWck/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTAtMjAwOTEwMzAtMjMxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-700174"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuutRI5AdkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N57-EmxwWck/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTAtMjAwOTEwMzAtMjMxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-700174"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398599088289642050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See why I don&amp;#39;t bake.... I get a huge blob of cookies! This why am not a friend of betty&amp;#39;s or duncans...&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-440491262866654112?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/440491262866654112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=440491262866654112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/440491262866654112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/440491262866654112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/10/betty-duncan-not-dana.html' title='Betty, Duncan, not Dana!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuutRI5AdkI/AAAAAAAAB6U/N57-EmxwWck/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTAtMjAwOTEwMzAtMjMxNi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-700174' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1314410789276537649</id><published>2009-10-25T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:55:52.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He got the shot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuTXeCK84MI/AAAAAAAAB6E/O3lAlg1xNFg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2lkXzg3OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-752182"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuTXeCK84MI/AAAAAAAAB6E/O3lAlg1xNFg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2lkXzg3OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-752182"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396675164475547842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuTXec9R91I/AAAAAAAAB6M/BelL7rJ1Sos/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2lkXzI0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-753126"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuTXec9R91I/AAAAAAAAB6M/BelL7rJ1Sos/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2lkXzI0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-753126"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396675171665966930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My husband did a photoshoot with Brianna Taylor a little while back, well her album is being released and she used his pics! I am so proud of him!&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1314410789276537649?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1314410789276537649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1314410789276537649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1314410789276537649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1314410789276537649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-got-shot.html' title='He got the shot!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SuTXeCK84MI/AAAAAAAAB6E/O3lAlg1xNFg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2lkXzg3OC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-752182' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7202098715667812341</id><published>2009-09-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:42:17.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Suede on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SsOYejS8zEI/AAAAAAAAB58/H49ymXEf4RY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzItMjAwOTA5MzAtMTIxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-737634"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SsOYejS8zEI/AAAAAAAAB58/H49ymXEf4RY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzItMjAwOTA5MzAtMTIxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-737634"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387317229903465538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O.P.I SUEDE polish in ink is my ne favorite! NO more shine its a matte world now!!!!!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7202098715667812341?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7202098715667812341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7202098715667812341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7202098715667812341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7202098715667812341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-your-suede-on.html' title='Get your Suede on...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SsOYejS8zEI/AAAAAAAAB58/H49ymXEf4RY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzItMjAwOTA5MzAtMTIxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-737634' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7586945373826672681</id><published>2009-09-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:12:55.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene HAIR - BEEN THERE? DONE THAT? I DON'T THINK SO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So its a whole new world, maybe I am showing my age, maybe I am sad and maybe a little jealous! I love to cross the line just a little when it comes to hair make-up clothes, I am not crazy or extreme, well maybe to some I can be extreme, but I am fighting my 30's all the way, I tried to suck it up and deal, but I can't!!! Everything new that walks through the door I want, and I like to think &amp;nbsp;can pull off a lot of things but I COULD NEVER PULL THIS OFF, AND I know that!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me show you whats been walking through the door!&lt;br /&gt;They (high school girls) are calling it "Scene" Hair.&lt;br /&gt;When things are so drastically new, I can not be like yes lets go for it!!!!I need to size up the situation and find the point, not sure I get this one yet, but as more and more demand for it comes along All of a sudden it will click, well thats usually the case.&lt;br /&gt;So let me catch you up on the scene girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5nFRvGsDI/AAAAAAAAB5E/cgYU8oZyUDU/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5nFRvGsDI/AAAAAAAAB5E/cgYU8oZyUDU/s200/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soooo this is the pic everyone brings in - "I want my hair like this", always this pic!! I googled the pics so I had to keep them small because they get a little pixely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5ndeP_V6I/AAAAAAAAB5M/5UTi2tM22-c/s1600-h/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5ndeP_V6I/AAAAAAAAB5M/5UTi2tM22-c/s200/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is fun!!! i feel like we have seen this before, its like Joan Jett meets Avril Levigne and they were placed in a bottle and shook up and this is what came out!!!! Its fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5o3sOURMI/AAAAAAAAB5U/-lVkY-ULc9E/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5o3sOURMI/AAAAAAAAB5U/-lVkY-ULc9E/s320/images-3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So If I had to get Scene hair I would want this hair, already made a leopard skin clip in extension, its ADORABLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought I would share some pics of Karma's real live Scene girl!!!!! Steve was so proud of himself, as he totally should be, because he totally hooked this girl up, and she really looked adorable!!!! We all loved it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qBR6MHyI/AAAAAAAAB5c/nmmjsCvpbxY/s1600-h/DSC_4735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qBR6MHyI/AAAAAAAAB5c/nmmjsCvpbxY/s320/DSC_4735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qIpv6eTI/AAAAAAAAB5k/5fiyNztsP6Q/s1600-h/DSC_4732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qIpv6eTI/AAAAAAAAB5k/5fiyNztsP6Q/s320/DSC_4732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qz015FkI/AAAAAAAAB5s/edVbBgJXT24/s1600-h/DSC_4724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5qz015FkI/AAAAAAAAB5s/edVbBgJXT24/s320/DSC_4724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day made me want scene hair!!!!!Oh to be 15 again(just an fyi I WOULD NEVER WANT TO BE 15 AGAIN!!) But then I remembered I was 32!!!!! And Kymm doesn't really want scene hair or her picture taken! This is her "no pictures please" face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5rOmTSX3I/AAAAAAAAB50/ohnLWW35TRE/s1600-h/DSC_4736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5rOmTSX3I/AAAAAAAAB50/ohnLWW35TRE/s320/DSC_4736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7586945373826672681?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7586945373826672681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7586945373826672681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7586945373826672681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7586945373826672681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/09/scene-hair-been-there-done-that-i-dont.html' title='Scene HAIR - BEEN THERE? DONE THAT? I DON&apos;T THINK SO?'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sq5nFRvGsDI/AAAAAAAAB5E/cgYU8oZyUDU/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7684051348736837496</id><published>2009-09-09T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:16:26.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: dana2 001.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sqh9mssCMHI/AAAAAAAAB48/ws1nMeEpytI/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZGFuYTIgMDAxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sqh9mssCMHI/AAAAAAAAB48/ws1nMeEpytI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZGFuYTIgMDAxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786642"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379687858678411378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;p&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br&gt;From: &amp;quot;dana&amp;quot; &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:danaleigh17@tmo.blackberry.net"&gt;danaleigh17@tmo.blackberry.net&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2009 04:13:29 &lt;br&gt;To: &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:go@blogger.com"&gt;go@blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Subject: dana2 001.jpg&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is me just testing blogging from my blackberry!!! Its a back in the day pic just for fun!!!!&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7684051348736837496?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7684051348736837496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7684051348736837496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7684051348736837496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7684051348736837496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/09/fw-dana2-001jpg.html' title='Fw: dana2 001.jpg'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sqh9mssCMHI/AAAAAAAAB48/ws1nMeEpytI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZGFuYTIgMDAxLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-786642' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3222767635219947310</id><published>2009-09-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:57:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF U SEEK AMY, or maybe u want a PIECE OF ME because I am TOXIC, u got me on your RADAR at the CIRCUS...its a FREAK SHOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rBvFNowI/AAAAAAAAB40/9DiuVml6wkE/s1600-h/DSC_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rBvFNowI/AAAAAAAAB40/9DiuVml6wkE/s200/DSC_4553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063788921856770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Sunday we took a shop trip to the Circus, I mean the Britney Spears Concert.&lt;div&gt;I wasn't too impressed by Britney when she first came on the celeb scene but Her last two CD'S are definitely always in my CD Player in my i-pod, no matter what I have access to them at all times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since she is the center of all media attention, Queen of drama, trend setting, fun silly Brit Wit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love Britney!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She def. Lip Sings, her mouth is moving even when she shouldn't be singing, she doesn't dance like she used to, but she most definitely puts on a great show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rBV8cwII/AAAAAAAAB4s/ldMpjplTYgg/s1600-h/DSC_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rBV8cwII/AAAAAAAAB4s/ldMpjplTYgg/s200/DSC_4556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063782174212226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this pic I wish you could see how horrible her extensions look, its terrible how critical I can be of theses things, she should expect so much more from her hair dresser, my clients expect so much from me and they are not Britney Spears, and I give my best - note to Brit - new stylist for sure! I do try to remember that she did shave her head within the last two years so it can't be that long really, but still there are so many things that can be done here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rA5svgaI/AAAAAAAAB4k/6jcY3M5vLOg/s1600-h/DSC_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rA5svgaI/AAAAAAAAB4k/6jcY3M5vLOg/s200/DSC_4584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063774592139682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rAa640tI/AAAAAAAAB4c/-WWaiCvsu-Y/s1600-h/DSC_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rAa640tI/AAAAAAAAB4c/-WWaiCvsu-Y/s200/DSC_4585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377063766329971410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qNVCX0UI/AAAAAAAAB4U/A7lZ1l8FcGY/s1600-h/DSC_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qNVCX0UI/AAAAAAAAB4U/A7lZ1l8FcGY/s200/DSC_4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062888577421634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, this pic here, I just put this here so everyone could see, she looks perfect all the time right? Not so much, look she is human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qM_2wSOI/AAAAAAAAB4M/j8qCDX6L7Mg/s1600-h/DSC_4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qM_2wSOI/AAAAAAAAB4M/j8qCDX6L7Mg/s200/DSC_4588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062882891548898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just thought I would throe this one in just cause its John, me and Steve catching a smoke during a stage change! My eyes are closed but whatever it's all in good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qMWMmIpI/AAAAAAAAB4E/obrsnOu51iQ/s1600-h/DSC_4674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qMWMmIpI/AAAAAAAAB4E/obrsnOu51iQ/s200/DSC_4674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062871708869266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya back to the circus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qL6AiLiI/AAAAAAAAB38/jNbjYg9I8lk/s1600-h/DSC_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8qL6AiLiI/AAAAAAAAB38/jNbjYg9I8lk/s200/DSC_4625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062864142085666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8pe6x1wOI/AAAAAAAAB30/RuZO-OTBqCA/s1600-h/DSC_4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8pe6x1wOI/AAAAAAAAB30/RuZO-OTBqCA/s200/DSC_4630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062091254776034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8peXhZ63I/AAAAAAAAB3s/WBHmUzciMl4/s1600-h/DSC_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8peXhZ63I/AAAAAAAAB3s/WBHmUzciMl4/s200/DSC_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062081790602098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this pic below!!!! Never saw it coming and then it just happened and the best part was that those boys with cute buts are wearing pink d's and I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8peLT0oTI/AAAAAAAAB3k/NGk1TtZ-1e4/s1600-h/DSC_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8peLT0oTI/AAAAAAAAB3k/NGk1TtZ-1e4/s200/DSC_4650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062078512406834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8pdkTXQsI/AAAAAAAAB3c/6gZ60e561IA/s1600-h/DSC_4651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8pdkTXQsI/AAAAAAAAB3c/6gZ60e561IA/s200/DSC_4651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062068041499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nxSJduCI/AAAAAAAAB3U/bxVQB2clW0k/s1600-h/DSC_4661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nxSJduCI/AAAAAAAAB3U/bxVQB2clW0k/s200/DSC_4661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377060207742269474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nwsFgReI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3appAGg1OUQ/s1600-h/DSC_4663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nwsFgReI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3appAGg1OUQ/s200/DSC_4663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377060197525112290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all in all it was absolutely a great show, very entertaining, and did I mention it was over before 10PM. Yup I have to thank Brit because I got home and got to watch "True Blood" and I got Brit and Bill Compton all in one night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nwFSegzI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tS84Opiz8LQ/s1600-h/DSC_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8nwFSegzI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tS84Opiz8LQ/s200/DSC_4688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377060187110540082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told ya it was freak show! Ok this was me being nice, in a way. Pretend I was taking this pic for Glamour magazines do's and don'ts page! I was being nice by leaving out the faces, but then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8meOCBkAI/AAAAAAAAB28/-7yllpy0nus/s1600-h/DSC_4716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8meOCBkAI/AAAAAAAAB28/-7yllpy0nus/s200/DSC_4716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377058780708179970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...They asked us to take a pic for them! Ok, u got it and now u got on my blog too!  Lady's do not wear your lacy pink thongs on the outside of your jeans! Looks a little weird even if you are pretending to be the ring masters sex slave at the Britney Spears concert- Its just WEIRD!!! but I guess thats why its a Freak Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8mdpUG5oI/AAAAAAAAB20/-7_u58RpMIY/s1600-h/DSC_4717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8mdpUG5oI/AAAAAAAAB20/-7_u58RpMIY/s200/DSC_4717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377058770851915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3586590438651778724-3222767635219947310?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3222767635219947310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3222767635219947310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3222767635219947310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3222767635219947310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-u-seek-amy-or-maybe-u-want-piece-of.html' title='IF U SEEK AMY, or maybe u want a PIECE OF ME because I am TOXIC, u got me on your RADAR at the CIRCUS...its a FREAK SHOW!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sp8rBvFNowI/AAAAAAAAB40/9DiuVml6wkE/s72-c/DSC_4553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6729009533564151472</id><published>2009-07-25T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:33:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Christenings, A birthday bash, a funeral and a flashing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s200/DSC_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365800030560843666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the last few weeks have been jam packed my book is building like crazy and I love it more then anything. this will be a long one!!!&lt;div&gt;I know that its been crazy keeping up with me and blogging as been put to the side but I do try and so today I sum a up a whole month of craziness in one post! So bear with me, I have been trying to feed my updates through twitter and facebook, so feel free to join me there too! Its mostly random comments of thoughts that I wouldn't dare say out loud but its fun I am even guilty of drunk tweeting and facebooking via my blackberry from Las Vegas but ya never know what your going to get with me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least on here you can get the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we kicked this month off with Amelias christening and that was an amazing day. This little girl is so precious to both me and Billy, we were so honored to become her Godparents, it really meant a lot to us. He was sooo excited and i think he totally feels a connection to her and her family so all in all its a wonderful thing! Thing is I think I feel so bad for her, because when she grows up and she looks back at the pictures she is either going to love me for being crazy or she will just think I am plain crazy! Guess we will have to wait and see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciF2kzlYI/AAAAAAAABzY/DPSmtiN707I/s1600-h/DSC_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciF2kzlYI/AAAAAAAABzY/DPSmtiN707I/s200/DSC_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794964979815810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciFcQSbWI/AAAAAAAABzQ/mQafBRLsBeY/s1600-h/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciFcQSbWI/AAAAAAAABzQ/mQafBRLsBeY/s200/DSC_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794957914434914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this little angel face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciFB7e0kI/AAAAAAAABzI/UdUXt979iZo/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciFB7e0kI/AAAAAAAABzI/UdUXt979iZo/s200/DSC_0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794950847844930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciE5UL8AI/AAAAAAAABzA/kmCfQByS1e0/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciE5UL8AI/AAAAAAAABzA/kmCfQByS1e0/s200/DSC_0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794948535545858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciETKxcrI/AAAAAAAABy4/jnx0fxlEThI/s1600-h/DSC_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnciETKxcrI/AAAAAAAABy4/jnx0fxlEThI/s200/DSC_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794938295513778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckMZS7iWI/AAAAAAAAB0A/jP5j_xl4iAY/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckMZS7iWI/AAAAAAAAB0A/jP5j_xl4iAY/s200/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797276402551138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckMIsn5bI/AAAAAAAABz4/2bskP3T1Trs/s1600-h/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckMIsn5bI/AAAAAAAABz4/2bskP3T1Trs/s200/DSC_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797271946913202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckL40iwKI/AAAAAAAABzw/mNiKYHDf87c/s1600-h/DSC_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckL40iwKI/AAAAAAAABzw/mNiKYHDf87c/s200/DSC_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797267685163170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckLj2-BxI/AAAAAAAABzo/NfOrjcu-2oU/s1600-h/DSC_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckLj2-BxI/AAAAAAAABzo/NfOrjcu-2oU/s200/DSC_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797262058194706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckLI2bsKI/AAAAAAAABzg/WQCjgc4Jfs8/s1600-h/DSC_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnckLI2bsKI/AAAAAAAABzg/WQCjgc4Jfs8/s200/DSC_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365797254808187042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we had Victorias 11th birthday party! All of Billy's cousins little kids were there and believe me there is too many to count!!! So it was a big partyand we took some pics! But I know I didn't need to tell you that!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoJK61PgI/AAAAAAAAB0w/9Izjm2PinUA/s1600-h/DSC_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoJK61PgI/AAAAAAAAB0w/9Izjm2PinUA/s200/DSC_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365801619050282498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Marissa and her sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoI080D5I/AAAAAAAAB0o/sJMew6vPg00/s1600-h/DSC_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoI080D5I/AAAAAAAAB0o/sJMew6vPg00/s200/DSC_1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365801613153013650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sierra!!! She cracks me up too because every time she sees Billy she stops and smiles it cracks me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIsulB3I/AAAAAAAAB0g/kmL_OTtIGN0/s1600-h/DSC_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIsulB3I/AAAAAAAAB0g/kmL_OTtIGN0/s200/DSC_1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365801610945824626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Victoria the birthday girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIYP8UaI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/2JBNLEVQOgI/s1600-h/DSC_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIYP8UaI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/2JBNLEVQOgI/s200/DSC_1206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365801605448618402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIMPq2-I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/MV6FL8s4WPM/s1600-h/DSC_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIMPq2-I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/MV6FL8s4WPM/s1600-h/DSC_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncoIMPq2-I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/MV6FL8s4WPM/s1600-h/DSC_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqEi3Xk7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/kSO18c5fnd8/s1600-h/DSC_1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqEi3Xk7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/kSO18c5fnd8/s200/DSC_1584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803738602116018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqEbLyIqI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/am5vGV5PGF4/s1600-h/DSC_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqEbLyIqI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/am5vGV5PGF4/s200/DSC_1391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803736540258978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Gabrielle, sooo adorable with this larger then life personality!!! look at her dress, I thought it was so cute she had it on backwards, I love when kids dress themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqENfZJwI/AAAAAAAAB1I/MUnnO5d1F8Y/s1600-h/DSC_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqENfZJwI/AAAAAAAAB1I/MUnnO5d1F8Y/s200/DSC_1695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803732864411394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Carla she is adorable too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqDp7QNeI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FjHenFDTFQk/s1600-h/DSC_1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqDp7QNeI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FjHenFDTFQk/s200/DSC_1360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803723317589474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqDIXTayI/AAAAAAAAB04/OeTdv1KdKLA/s1600-h/DSC_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncqDIXTayI/AAAAAAAAB04/OeTdv1KdKLA/s200/DSC_1221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803714308434722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncrXiF8bPI/AAAAAAAAB1g/rFLZ0KhxebA/s200/DSC_1362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365805164323958002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncrYIfVNBI/AAAAAAAAB1w/CcdpnUYtBfY/s1600-h/DSC_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncrYIfVNBI/AAAAAAAAB1w/CcdpnUYtBfY/s200/DSC_1402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365805174630986770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kierra and Salina, love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncrX0HUlbI/AAAAAAAAB1o/_tt6ohjVgzg/s1600-h/DSC_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncrX0HUlbI/AAAAAAAAB1o/_tt6ohjVgzg/s200/DSC_1468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365805169161573810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had Tylers Christening and he was Baptsed with Starla, Marissa, Sierra and Selina, the priest was a riot he was def. amused by baptising 5 kids at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sncs8QCs_3I/AAAAAAAAB2g/UmqIDYw3YIA/s200/DSC_1913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806894645313394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncsfJFr9fI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IJOpAekYmsw/s1600-h/DSC_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncsfJFr9fI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IJOpAekYmsw/s200/DSC_1958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806394562573810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SnctTK1sCfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/syn7Z15-vZM/s200/DSC_1964.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365807288385538546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sncse_KcVBI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/pFOk-dHsSro/s1600-h/DSC_1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sncse_KcVBI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/pFOk-dHsSro/s200/DSC_1956.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806391898166290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncsegcQKqI/AAAAAAAAB2I/oP92pEjaSm0/s1600-h/DSC_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncsegcQKqI/AAAAAAAAB2I/oP92pEjaSm0/s200/DSC_1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806383651367586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncseWSWAtI/AAAAAAAAB2A/OtTv1sUOhgU/s1600-h/DSC_1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncseWSWAtI/AAAAAAAAB2A/OtTv1sUOhgU/s200/DSC_1953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365806380925453010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the priest wearing carlas tiarra!!! So adorable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3586590438651778724-6729009533564151472?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6729009533564151472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6729009533564151472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6729009533564151472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6729009533564151472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-christenings-birthday-bash-funeral.html' title='Two Christenings, A birthday bash, a funeral and a flashing...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SncmstVb95I/AAAAAAAAB0I/3cFz9G4nCuc/s72-c/DSC_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2886032597437015739</id><published>2009-07-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:25:03.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital stays, sad days, and what a day on the 4th of July...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its been in and out of hospitals for us this last week. My mom had a fourth stent placed, and Billys step mom lost her battle with cancer with this weekend, and poor little Amelia had a little accident but she is going to be just fine, and poor little Molly bean was bit by her dog, 3 little stitches in her little tiny nose. But her and Buddy are friends again.&lt;br /&gt;All and all our fourth of July weekend was celebrated mildly and quietly. I went to Aunt Mary's for a little bit and thought I would share some pics.&lt;br /&gt;This is MacKenzie, and I love the little faces she makes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK75VIdw8I/AAAAAAAABxk/-pH4xlkpWgg/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK75VIdw8I/AAAAAAAABxk/-pH4xlkpWgg/s200/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549500496528322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was her first 4th of July and she was deff a little firecracker!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK9DLohlXI/AAAAAAAABx0/vpvYdr9Fq3Y/s200/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355550769256961394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean seriously...look at this girl!!!! love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep this one to myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK8VrGXXAI/AAAAAAAABxs/8yVA03NjSOk/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK8VrGXXAI/AAAAAAAABxs/8yVA03NjSOk/s200/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549987429637122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Juno, she is the brand new addition to the Meyer family!!!! I would steal this girl too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK94XDeg8I/AAAAAAAAByE/JGfOKUX4HGc/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK94XDeg8I/AAAAAAAAByE/JGfOKUX4HGc/s200/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551682855863234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK93wIjtdI/AAAAAAAABx8/XFLzn7OSgXM/s1600-h/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK93wIjtdI/AAAAAAAABx8/XFLzn7OSgXM/s200/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551672408192466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;And I know my Aunts are going to kill me, but oh well!!!! This is Bailey and Aiden in the pool!!! Having a blast too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK-TqGPPpI/AAAAAAAAByU/5_L1u7OUv6s/s1600-h/DSC_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK-TqGPPpI/AAAAAAAAByU/5_L1u7OUv6s/s200/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355552151824187026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK-TfCdigI/AAAAAAAAByM/Xm9vbhICCZ0/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK-TfCdigI/AAAAAAAAByM/Xm9vbhICCZ0/s200/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355552148855556610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt; we always need a little Bailey fix, we get this biggest charge out of this kid!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_EkdvHAI/AAAAAAAAByk/XRsBjJa3mQU/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_EkdvHAI/AAAAAAAAByk/XRsBjJa3mQU/s200/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355552992125721602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_EQS9uyI/AAAAAAAAByc/leCCE6KKkCc/s1600-h/DSC_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_EQS9uyI/AAAAAAAAByc/leCCE6KKkCc/s200/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355552986711833378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;So that was the extent of our pics because when I went home I accidentally left the camera behind! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I would love to share some Christening Pics with you, but I am waiting for someone else to, so then I can release mine! I will just share one little thing!&lt;br /&gt;Of all the little girls I know this is the wildest one, her personality and her wild imagination just wow me! and I could hang out her forever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_zCFrbmI/AAAAAAAABys/3gLUo196iRM/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK_zCFrbmI/AAAAAAAABys/3gLUo196iRM/s200/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355553790351863394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So til tomorrow, and maybe I can leak some Christening pics!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3586590438651778724-2886032597437015739?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2886032597437015739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2886032597437015739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2886032597437015739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2886032597437015739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/07/hospital-stays-sad-days-and-what-day-on.html' title='hospital stays, sad days, and what a day on the 4th of July...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SlK75VIdw8I/AAAAAAAABxk/-pH4xlkpWgg/s72-c/DSC_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2179304397441438410</id><published>2009-06-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:25:08.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YA WANNA BE STARTIN SOMETHING, BILLY JEAN, u P.Y.T., u should BEAT IT because this shiz is OFF THE WALL</title><content type='html'>So where do I start, I along with a million other people are surely saddened by the recent news of the passing of Michael Jackson. I just wanted to share with someone, that my first love is gone. I was six when the Thriller album was released and it was my first album ever. I loved it! I loved that the album cover was a trifold and when you opened it, to me anyway, me and Michael were the same size practically. It was my lifesize picture along with the first poster that was hanging in my room. My dad was having mild heart attacks because I was six and i HAD THE HUGEST CRUSH ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWVXVaBW_I/AAAAAAAABvc/KpPqssSEJjs/s1600-h/michael-jackson_10.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWVXVaBW_I/AAAAAAAABvc/KpPqssSEJjs/s200/michael-jackson_10.Jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351847960315517938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was my poster but in mine I know that jacket was red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWc2RhNgMI/AAAAAAAABvs/c7W8gNmks94/s1600-h/beatitgreyej8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWc2RhNgMI/AAAAAAAABvs/c7W8gNmks94/s200/beatitgreyej8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351856188429271234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Michael so much that my mom had bought me a dress it was a one piece tank dress,black skirted bottom, white top that said"I &lt;3 Michael", it came with a silver glove and silver socks, and I remember I wore it to a party at Celebration Station, and I thought I was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;My dad used to take me to the flea market in the Levittown Shopping Center after chuch on Sundays, and he would buy me Michael Jackson buttons, and I remember he bought me a red purse, and a purple purse and they both had a different pic of Michael Jackson on them. I spent alot of time putting the buttons on the straps of those purses.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Biily Jean was on the radio, I argued with my Aunt, because the chance is not my son, those were my words. But  I argued it with her because my childish ears heard chance not kid. &lt;br /&gt;I used to try my hardest to moonwalk. It worked good on the tile floor with socks on!&lt;br /&gt;My nonna played her 8 track tape of "Off The Wall" for me in the car, she always wanted to put something else on because she didn't really approve of this music, but she humored me, but she wouldn't get a different one, maybe it was my Aunt Beths, and not really hers? Who knows, I just know I listened to it in her car, over and over and over again! (yes I said 8 track, if u don't know please don't ask, lets just leave it alone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWY3uHBpKI/AAAAAAAABvk/gouLcBdisIM/s1600-h/MichaelJackson-OffTheWall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWY3uHBpKI/AAAAAAAABvk/gouLcBdisIM/s200/MichaelJackson-OffTheWall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851815237428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why noone really liked the "The Whiz" I loved it!!!! C'mon now, Ease on down, Ease on down the road!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we even attempted to do the Thriller at my wedding, thanks to my cousin Jeff. I was older when he was into Michael Jackson. I remember he had the "Bad Tape" and thats when Michael Jackson was changing everything about himself that cute little round face was getting shaper and Michael Jackson had moved on from "Billy Jean" and was moving toward "Dirty Diana".&lt;br /&gt;I must be feeling like people fealt when Elvis died. &lt;br /&gt;All I know is last night when I saw Jermaine Jackson having a hard time fighting the tears and letting the world know his brother had passed, I lost it. I was crying so hard and thinking about all these memories, at al these different points in my life. This is what an Icon is, someone who shows up in all corners of your life, someone who's music plays a part in every phase, that is what makes him "The king of Pop". From LA to NYC, this country is mourning the loss of a major influence in the entertainment industry, and I think it is a loss that will be felt for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;I think Michael Jackson should be remembered for who he was the musician, the humanitarian, the icon, that made all our hearts sing and dance more than just once. This is the Michael I will always remember in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWdcU2qu5I/AAAAAAAABv0/-TMbBIwizRo/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson+-+Wanna+Be+Startin%27+Somethin%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWdcU2qu5I/AAAAAAAABv0/-TMbBIwizRo/s200/Michael+Jackson+-+Wanna+Be+Startin%27+Somethin%27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351856842159602578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWezdORVjI/AAAAAAAABwE/3tA920znlVY/s1600-h/6a00d83451cbb069e20112791d624828a4-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWezdORVjI/AAAAAAAABwE/3tA920znlVY/s200/6a00d83451cbb069e20112791d624828a4-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351858339054704178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWezI8zaGI/AAAAAAAABv8/kL6uUy9Le8c/s1600-h/mj-diana31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWezI8zaGI/AAAAAAAABv8/kL6uUy9Le8c/s200/mj-diana31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351858333612730466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2179304397441438410?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2179304397441438410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2179304397441438410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2179304397441438410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2179304397441438410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-wanna-be-startin-something-billy.html' title='YA WANNA BE STARTIN SOMETHING, BILLY JEAN, u P.Y.T., u should BEAT IT because this shiz is OFF THE WALL'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SkWVXVaBW_I/AAAAAAAABvc/KpPqssSEJjs/s72-c/michael-jackson_10.Jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3846754848166415431</id><published>2009-06-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:03:13.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little GaGa in Vegas, I didn't believe it til Perez told me, even though I was there!!!</title><content type='html'>While in Vegas we mad a little stop at The Hawiian Tropic Zone after the Drag show. upon our arrival everyone was telling me to look at "Little GaGa", but me and Jeff were on the hunt for the bathroom, I never saw and I never paid attention. Everyone was making fun of me because later I was in disbelief of everything they were saying, I thought they made her up! Well I was just catching up on PerezHilton.com, because I was on vaca I was a little behind, and look what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-12-lady-gaga-gets-her-own-mini-me"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-12-lady-gaga-gets-her-own-mini-me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say I wish I paid attention, I wish I snapped a pic, I wish, I wish, I wish! I am so sorry for not paying attention guys and I am so sorry I didn't believe you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3846754848166415431?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3846754848166415431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3846754848166415431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3846754848166415431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3846754848166415431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-gaga-in-vegas-i-didnt-believe-it.html' title='Little GaGa in Vegas, I didn&apos;t believe it til Perez told me, even though I was there!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3427417664021441815</id><published>2009-06-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:16:12.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas...but I like to share!</title><content type='html'>Stiletto Nails are all over the West Coast! This is a rep from one of the distributors we use, look out because these will be on my fingers my next refill! I promise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkVIYpva3I/AAAAAAAABvU/-jCXrgaNKT0/s1600-h/DSC_8981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkVIYpva3I/AAAAAAAABvU/-jCXrgaNKT0/s200/DSC_8981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329266279836530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinsel Hair, we bought it and brought it home, this is one of this companies reps doing a demo and then she is putting pink tinsel in my hair. She was one of the nicest people ever and Steve totally mastered her technique so we are on!!! If you want tinsel hair just call me, i can do it too!!!!!! Double click on the pic to make them bigger - I know you can see my Tinsel Hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkVIN8EZNI/AAAAAAAABvM/EKhw9_0Pr1Y/s1600-h/DSC_8980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkVIN8EZNI/AAAAAAAABvM/EKhw9_0Pr1Y/s200/DSC_8980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329263403918546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUmk0HkVI/AAAAAAAABvE/FXtfq8sJKy8/s1600-h/DSC_8978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUmk0HkVI/AAAAAAAABvE/FXtfq8sJKy8/s200/DSC_8978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328685429035346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUCQHoWiI/AAAAAAAABu8/F5Vg086xb5g/s1600-h/DSC_8976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUCQHoWiI/AAAAAAAABu8/F5Vg086xb5g/s200/DSC_8976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328061398440482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUCG6-opI/AAAAAAAABu0/BKmDtTXBFPE/s1600-h/DSC_8975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUCG6-opI/AAAAAAAABu0/BKmDtTXBFPE/s200/DSC_8975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328058929455762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUB5sQS1I/AAAAAAAABus/wylK17i33Ko/s1600-h/DSC_8973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUB5sQS1I/AAAAAAAABus/wylK17i33Ko/s200/DSC_8973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328055378037586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUBnibq5I/AAAAAAAABuk/s80g8JYK6aE/s1600-h/DSC_8969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUBnibq5I/AAAAAAAABuk/s80g8JYK6aE/s200/DSC_8969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328050505001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I love me some big hair!!!!! I can't resist showing you how amazing and how far a little tease and some hairspray will take you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUBSL8TVI/AAAAAAAABuc/QGNpX6M1d-A/s1600-h/DSC_8963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkUBSL8TVI/AAAAAAAABuc/QGNpX6M1d-A/s200/DSC_8963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348328044773526866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is just a preview there is sooo much more to come, I have come home already, I am a bit sick, but I am alive!!!! So stay tuned I will post more this evening!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3427417664021441815?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3427417664021441815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3427417664021441815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3427417664021441815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3427417664021441815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-vegasbut.html' title='What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas...but I like to share!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SjkVIYpva3I/AAAAAAAABvU/-jCXrgaNKT0/s72-c/DSC_8981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5825334620314173886</id><published>2009-05-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:41:26.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the prom! ...Well Kind of...(picture overload and censored)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYehJWiJCI/AAAAAAAABuU/_g4Xe6rLSeg/s1600-h/DSC_7709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYehJWiJCI/AAAAAAAABuU/_g4Xe6rLSeg/s200/DSC_7709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338487963089249314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Season, it goes by fast, and it is my absolute favorite at work!!! I could do up-do's til my fingers bleed. I sooo am in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;This year I just fealt like I dove in and never came up for air, and Its over now, and its sad. But I had a little fun with it this year, we took pics of every girl we did for Karma's facebook, and then me and Kymm went to watch the Pennsbury Parade. &lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes I love it so much because I had no idea what it was all about when it was my Prom. I skipped out on my Jr. Prom because my bf (so called boyfriend) was an ass, and I let him convince me it was a waist of time, and so you can only guess that the same bf took me to Senior Prom, and it wasn't all it was cracked out to be at all, I think I missed out on the whole big picture. &lt;br /&gt;So I graduated from Pennsbury in 94, somewhere along the way people were competing to see who could arrive at the prom in the most creative way. I must tell you I went in a regular car with my friends, no big thing at all. But somehow it escalated to a parade of floats that carries the senior prom goers up to the red carpet and drops them off at the school that has transformed into a world of something else. I know in 94 our theme was "Lands of Enchantment" and I know the school was transformed into those lands, but I have no real recollection of the actual scenery. This year the theme was story book. Soo all the floats were story book themed, and the school was transformed into the pages of storybooks. I only got a quick peek into the school and no pics but I did get lots of Float pics with the prom attendees!!! Pay attention to the hair, I did a lot of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcUc3Da8I/AAAAAAAABuM/KokIP3o-9cg/s1600-h/DSC_7665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcUc3Da8I/AAAAAAAABuM/KokIP3o-9cg/s200/DSC_7665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485545964366786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This pick above and the one below are my photographer moments of the day! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcUMAMtOI/AAAAAAAABuE/-ZegI-ngCk8/s1600-h/DSC_7683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcUMAMtOI/AAAAAAAABuE/-ZegI-ngCk8/s200/DSC_7683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485541439321314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcT0eM2MI/AAAAAAAABt8/8mVRwUeMAPk/s1600-h/DSC_7701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcT0eM2MI/AAAAAAAABt8/8mVRwUeMAPk/s200/DSC_7701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485535122708674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcTtAhwUI/AAAAAAAABt0/tsl0XrOH4U8/s1600-h/DSC_7712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYcTtAhwUI/AAAAAAAABt0/tsl0XrOH4U8/s200/DSC_7712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485533119201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwLMSeJRI/AAAAAAAABts/FinlIA5p7Is/s1600-h/DSC_7731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwLMSeJRI/AAAAAAAABts/FinlIA5p7Is/s200/DSC_7731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381477222851858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKg5732I/AAAAAAAABtk/N3DuxHiKDIM/s1600-h/DSC_7733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKg5732I/AAAAAAAABtk/N3DuxHiKDIM/s200/DSC_7733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381465577217890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKUv52AI/AAAAAAAABtc/6mBXLtNfQCM/s1600-h/DSC_7734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKUv52AI/AAAAAAAABtc/6mBXLtNfQCM/s200/DSC_7734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381462313916418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Julie, I know its hard to see her but she was my #1 of the day. She booked her apt months ago and I had so much time to plot and plan her hair and makeup were awesome!!!!!! I am tooting my own horn but I do not care she looked amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKCAAtTI/AAAAAAAABtU/_V4g9PyQ7BU/s1600-h/DSC_7748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwKCAAtTI/AAAAAAAABtU/_V4g9PyQ7BU/s200/DSC_7748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381457281201458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Casey below, she looked so amazing I didn't eve recognize her on the float, It had only been a day since I had seen her and she looked like a princess, loved the yellow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwJ7IuhPI/AAAAAAAABtM/Y4_jGeylfb8/s1600-h/DSC_7752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIwJ7IuhPI/AAAAAAAABtM/Y4_jGeylfb8/s200/DSC_7752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381455438710002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuRVcCDXI/AAAAAAAABtE/MDusax5QesY/s1600-h/DSC_7756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuRVcCDXI/AAAAAAAABtE/MDusax5QesY/s200/DSC_7756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337379383734832498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book that mentions PHS as being the best prom to attend in America, who knew right? Apparently these kids know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuREv0RQI/AAAAAAAABs8/AjUMIUY6sMk/s1600-h/DSC_7762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuREv0RQI/AAAAAAAABs8/AjUMIUY6sMk/s200/DSC_7762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337379379254412546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuQ3hNmDI/AAAAAAAABs0/ZvklsthfDfk/s1600-h/DSC_7767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIuQ3hNmDI/AAAAAAAABs0/ZvklsthfDfk/s200/DSC_7767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337379375703496754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Kymm did this girls hi-lites, we didn't do her prom hair, but I love this pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTrNv2GI/AAAAAAAABss/lB3QQQ7cDL8/s1600-h/DSC_7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTrNv2GI/AAAAAAAABss/lB3QQQ7cDL8/s200/DSC_7772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337378324428609634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTZ2p5gI/AAAAAAAABsk/CFK-b-JTKRM/s1600-h/DSC_7776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTZ2p5gI/AAAAAAAABsk/CFK-b-JTKRM/s200/DSC_7776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337378319768348162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTVusbcI/AAAAAAAABsc/u0w5JeFVItE/s1600-h/DSC_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTVusbcI/AAAAAAAABsc/u0w5JeFVItE/s200/DSC_7783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337378318661217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTIbSZfI/AAAAAAAABsU/t4MVkqo4Zw0/s1600-h/DSC_7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItTIbSZfI/AAAAAAAABsU/t4MVkqo4Zw0/s200/DSC_7784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337378315090159090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItSzRt5GI/AAAAAAAABsM/W3jbKGeYm8w/s1600-h/DSC_7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShItSzRt5GI/AAAAAAAABsM/W3jbKGeYm8w/s200/DSC_7796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337378309412873314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what this was but this girl flipped the finger and i snapped the pic, so classy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIq0StbpdI/AAAAAAAABsE/uC1GLQwwYJM/s1600-h/DSC_7795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIq0StbpdI/AAAAAAAABsE/uC1GLQwwYJM/s200/DSC_7795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337375586251417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIq0Htsr6I/AAAAAAAABr8/thPJxFdtu0k/s1600-h/DSC_7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIq0Htsr6I/AAAAAAAABr8/thPJxFdtu0k/s200/DSC_7800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337375583299743650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below must be the "in crowd" for sure the popular kids, I cold tell they were all stunning, but they lacked all the personality and the girls were on their phones and they never smiled at all...and the two above they were def. sporting their PHS colors and with so much enthusiasm, I think they were forced off the "in crowds" float but its just drama, they will be friends again later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIqz-DmfbI/AAAAAAAABr0/YniopPoGfQQ/s1600-h/DSC_7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIqz-DmfbI/AAAAAAAABr0/YniopPoGfQQ/s200/DSC_7801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337375580707257778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIqz9cASNI/AAAAAAAABrs/Mdum_o6YJ_Y/s1600-h/DSC_7802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIqz9cASNI/AAAAAAAABrs/Mdum_o6YJ_Y/s200/DSC_7802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337375580541176018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there is a sticker on this tank that says "My kids love Penn Rynn" which is a local elementary school, so why does someone around here own this tank?? and why did these prom kids want to parade around on it, Evening gowns and machine guns? Not sure about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXeIfbmI/AAAAAAAABrk/SENbRR_1h1A/s1600-h/DSC_7807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXeIfbmI/AAAAAAAABrk/SENbRR_1h1A/s200/DSC_7807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372892078239330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXIfuzuI/AAAAAAAABrc/l3e3DiWYKGU/s1600-h/DSC_7808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXIfuzuI/AAAAAAAABrc/l3e3DiWYKGU/s200/DSC_7808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372886270136034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this girls dress, she had feathers in her hair and it was just georgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXJYSGBI/AAAAAAAABrU/nbObTHY7ktA/s1600-h/DSC_7813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoXJYSGBI/AAAAAAAABrU/nbObTHY7ktA/s200/DSC_7813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372886507329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoW6liJEI/AAAAAAAABrM/op51KXpgAXM/s1600-h/DSC_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoW6liJEI/AAAAAAAABrM/op51KXpgAXM/s200/DSC_7816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372882536375362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this girl above!!!!!!!!! hahaha, very creative!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoWeSHVpI/AAAAAAAABrE/QY4LODxnLjg/s1600-h/DSC_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIoWeSHVpI/AAAAAAAABrE/QY4LODxnLjg/s200/DSC_7820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372874938734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above I did the girl in purple Kymm did the girl in blue, My girl was hollering to me,"HEY DO U LIKE MY HAIR?" I was cracking up, It was cute!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSvxP0yI/AAAAAAAABq8/R9PcIG-OBA0/s1600-h/DSC_7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSvxP0yI/AAAAAAAABq8/R9PcIG-OBA0/s200/DSC_7821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370611889984290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and this pic was just taken on accident but it cracked me up, whatever? Whoever she is , she should have rethought the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSg_2ZbI/AAAAAAAABq0/1BHmbiPe_hY/s1600-h/DSC_7823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSg_2ZbI/AAAAAAAABq0/1BHmbiPe_hY/s200/DSC_7823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370607924700594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this pic below is not a story book but I guess some people are still going for the traditional most unusual way to arrive, and I loves this its a piano guy and his dog, It was called Travelingpiano.com , they claim to "bring the beat to the street"! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSWsb-AI/AAAAAAAABqs/w_2rIFknJ4A/s1600-h/DSC_7826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSWsb-AI/AAAAAAAABqs/w_2rIFknJ4A/s200/DSC_7826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370605158922242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSNvkIMI/AAAAAAAABqk/_jNftMvUXwQ/s1600-h/DSC_7830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImSNvkIMI/AAAAAAAABqk/_jNftMvUXwQ/s200/DSC_7830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370602756120770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImR57UrbI/AAAAAAAABqc/w0V7FVfD4Ko/s1600-h/DSC_7831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShImR57UrbI/AAAAAAAABqc/w0V7FVfD4Ko/s200/DSC_7831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370597436730802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkHYHAp8I/AAAAAAAABqU/L3xmY40gHL4/s1600-h/DSC_7834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkHYHAp8I/AAAAAAAABqU/L3xmY40gHL4/s200/DSC_7834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368217536997314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkHJ_vH_I/AAAAAAAABqM/qzLthNoQKbw/s1600-h/DSC_7837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkHJ_vH_I/AAAAAAAABqM/qzLthNoQKbw/s200/DSC_7837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368213748391922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkG1ro-tI/AAAAAAAABqE/gTGCopHo-Dk/s1600-h/DSC_7838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkG1ro-tI/AAAAAAAABqE/gTGCopHo-Dk/s200/DSC_7838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368208295394002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above was "Dora the explorer" I love this girls red dip dyed dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkGnTd0nI/AAAAAAAABp8/vug4c2X66BI/s1600-h/DSC_7841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkGnTd0nI/AAAAAAAABp8/vug4c2X66BI/s200/DSC_7841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368204435903090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymm, did this girls hair below, she came in on a root beer float, not because its a book because all the books were taken and they thought it wuld be funny, it was cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkGCWF-yI/AAAAAAAABp0/ZTXyZatsUbI/s1600-h/DSC_7842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShIkGCWF-yI/AAAAAAAABp0/ZTXyZatsUbI/s200/DSC_7842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368194514811682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was 2 hours into the parade and it wasn't even half over but it was getting dark...I will update all the prom girl transformations as soon as prom season really is over , still got two more weekends of random prom girls, but nothing like the last 4 weeks have been!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5825334620314173886?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5825334620314173886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5825334620314173886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5825334620314173886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5825334620314173886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-prom-well-kind-ofpicture.html' title='I went to the prom! ...Well Kind of...(picture overload and censored)'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ShYehJWiJCI/AAAAAAAABuU/_g4Xe6rLSeg/s72-c/DSC_7709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7638315307926478860</id><published>2009-04-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:01:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ Transit forbids Seat Flipping? Bi-Level Trains? The New York Hair Show, OHHHH PAULO!! Shear Genius!!!</title><content type='html'>This is picture overload, I will try to keep it simple, but if you were paying attention to my live updates on facebook and tweeter you pretty much have a good idea of what the day was like but I NEEDED to share with my blog friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;So we were doing our own hair til 3am Saturday night, apparently we never follow a schedule because this was not the plan! But I guess plans were meant to be deviated from!!!&lt;br /&gt;So finally we caught a train at noon on Sunday - also not the plan, but you got that point already!&lt;br /&gt;We finally board the train only to find out and get called out by NJ Transit employee that seats cannot be flipped?? Well Addy and I were sitting in a seat where we were riding backwards and the train ticket taker(?) decided to freak a little.."You can't flip the seats, this train is going to be overcrowded and we are not flipping seats today".&lt;br /&gt;well these seats were already flipped who knew you could even flip them, so after she had a hissy fit she made an announcement to the whole train...thanks mean lady! And I have never been on a bilevel train, never even knew it existed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNjlZ02I/AAAAAAAABps/qeX2m8voNSc/s1600-h/DSC_6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNjlZ02I/AAAAAAAABps/qeX2m8voNSc/s200/DSC_6130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533759418225506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway after waiting around all morning from 8am til 11 am Yvette and Addy looked pretty happy to finally be on the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNf5nFpI/AAAAAAAABpk/_v0-52gLDtY/s1600-h/DSC_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNf5nFpI/AAAAAAAABpk/_v0-52gLDtY/s200/DSC_6131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533758429238930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and John were pretty happy too! Until we realized we weren't on the express. We stopped so slowly as Rangers fans from across NJ hopped on and were ready - Oh yea a freaking game - the dumb ticket lady was right a train full of hair dressers and Rangers fan, who knew....Suddenly all I heard was snoring, looked to my left and caught these two fast asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNfoSknI/AAAAAAAABpc/rLHV_fW9DEM/s1600-h/DSC_6136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNfoSknI/AAAAAAAABpc/rLHV_fW9DEM/s200/DSC_6136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533758356591218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally arrived, kind of. Whoever thought it was fine idea to let me and Addy take a cab alone while the rest of them hopped in one, wasn't thinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;Our cab passed their cab at the point of go, but apparently we all got dropped off at different corners at the Jacob Javitz Center. So me and Addy stood there waiting for them to arrive. John finally calls me - "did you take the only slow cab in nyc?"&lt;br /&gt;No we are here&lt;br /&gt;So are we&lt;br /&gt;we are by the street vendor&lt;br /&gt;we are too wonder why we don't see you?&lt;br /&gt;WHY??? BECAUSE THERE IS A VENDOR AT EVERY CORNER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We figured it all out eventually!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNJAYGOI/AAAAAAAABpU/W0L1WcmYLHU/s1600-h/DSC_6183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNJAYGOI/AAAAAAAABpU/W0L1WcmYLHU/s200/DSC_6183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533752283601122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this guy out!!!! The Salon bought an Airbrush Tan and i am sure if put paint in it - you could get this look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncM7WR2ZI/AAAAAAAABpM/2cjwmRVRvsI/s1600-h/DSC_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncM7WR2ZI/AAAAAAAABpM/2cjwmRVRvsI/s200/DSC_6138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533748617370002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this was like the highlight of my freaking day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Know this guy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbXDRQenI/AAAAAAAABpE/0ep726FIaSc/s1600-h/DSC_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbXDRQenI/AAAAAAAABpE/0ep726FIaSc/s200/DSC_6142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330532823030856306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Paulo, he was a contestant on Shear Genius! Loved that show and I did hope that Paulo or Nicole would win, neither did, but I was so excited to have spotted him!!! And then he spotted me taking his pic, and he said"give your camera to someone and get over here girl!"&lt;br /&gt;He was so nice, and I was so shocked, his real personality did not come through on the show, and I bet if it had he would have won, he was so freaking nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbW03zPyI/AAAAAAAABo8/9RzgT-IPs5w/s1600-h/DSC_6144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbW03zPyI/AAAAAAAABo8/9RzgT-IPs5w/s200/DSC_6144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330532819165986594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we watched Nicholas French, he is a two time NAHA winner, Platform Artist who specializes and was demonstrating "Avante Garde" hairstyles. These were great to watch and I loved his shoes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbWaJwtrI/AAAAAAAABo0/uoGef5Mkk4Q/s1600-h/DSC_6148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnbWaJwtrI/AAAAAAAABo0/uoGef5Mkk4Q/s200/DSC_6148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330532811993560754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sfnagdh_pgI/AAAAAAAABos/k1qmp-BWesc/s1600-h/DSC_6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sfnagdh_pgI/AAAAAAAABos/k1qmp-BWesc/s200/DSC_6149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531885187573250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnagaAgYHI/AAAAAAAABok/1x-dOffP8QQ/s1600-h/DSC_6151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnagaAgYHI/AAAAAAAABok/1x-dOffP8QQ/s200/DSC_6151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531884241805426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnagDQrUiI/AAAAAAAABoc/uqPMdN9OuTk/s1600-h/DSC_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnagDQrUiI/AAAAAAAABoc/uqPMdN9OuTk/s200/DSC_6159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531878135616034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnafnuvBkI/AAAAAAAABoU/dk763z7MIKk/s1600-h/DSC_6158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnafnuvBkI/AAAAAAAABoU/dk763z7MIKk/s200/DSC_6158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531870745495106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see his shoes?? I am such a shoe person, but I am easily impressed, and I can't help but everytime I take a class these male demonstrators wear the freakiest shoes that are so gross, next time I will take pics, so I just was impressed that his shoes matched him so well, and they were hot at the same time!!!! Good job Nocholas French, way to be a trend setter!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sfnafr9KdEI/AAAAAAAABoM/IinHLyWZC8w/s1600-h/DSC_6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sfnafr9KdEI/AAAAAAAABoM/IinHLyWZC8w/s200/DSC_6155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531871879754818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6xjkQJI/AAAAAAAABoE/vjYvw9PeZwY/s1600-h/DSC_6162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6xjkQJI/AAAAAAAABoE/vjYvw9PeZwY/s200/DSC_6162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530138216218770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok these next two pics, oed this make up!!!! I bout glitter shadow like this so between me and Kymm we have quite a few colors to choose from, I wouldn't do this to you like this, but I do love extreme runway looks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6moTcYI/AAAAAAAABn8/Q4_Gp59GOpQ/s1600-h/DSC_6169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6moTcYI/AAAAAAAABn8/Q4_Gp59GOpQ/s200/DSC_6169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530135283298690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6gqeoGI/AAAAAAAABn0/rvEC1iFSzRo/s1600-h/DSC_6170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6gqeoGI/AAAAAAAABn0/rvEC1iFSzRo/s200/DSC_6170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530133681807458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the first day at the show was ended, maybe because of the economy, so many vendors were not here. This was very sad for me, I look forward to buying my Bed head hairspray and paste at a great price, and they weren't there so I didn't buy much of anything and that was good too, esp. since we are on the money saving budget and trying to live like we are poor, because in reality we are!!!! I spend money like its never ending and I learned alot about myself this past week - Thanks Mom! &lt;br /&gt;Ok I digress but Just had to send a shout thank you to my mom!!!! Who need therapy - mom will help you figure it all out if you let her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6a18-NI/AAAAAAAABns/vcJlF-A8jBY/s1600-h/DSC_6172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6a18-NI/AAAAAAAABns/vcJlF-A8jBY/s200/DSC_6172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530132119320786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is us outside waiting for the cab that never comes....so we walked back to Penn Station, my muscles in my legs are still stiff from it but its all good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6P0wQqI/AAAAAAAABnk/ifOZtu_PPlA/s1600-h/DSC_6176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnY6P0wQqI/AAAAAAAABnk/ifOZtu_PPlA/s200/DSC_6176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530129161503394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYFZX0euI/AAAAAAAABnc/1ci4P2pbuDU/s1600-h/DSC_6175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYFZX0euI/AAAAAAAABnc/1ci4P2pbuDU/s200/DSC_6175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529221191432930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYFO0VmDI/AAAAAAAABnU/Y21kLQLMW3A/s1600-h/DSC_6180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYFO0VmDI/AAAAAAAABnU/Y21kLQLMW3A/s200/DSC_6180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529218358253618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYE27PrNI/AAAAAAAABnM/-M_BFVXfn3Q/s1600-h/DSC_6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYE27PrNI/AAAAAAAABnM/-M_BFVXfn3Q/s200/DSC_6187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529211944774866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYEh2T_oI/AAAAAAAABnE/nRaPi1cDI-4/s1600-h/DSC_6200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfnYEh2T_oI/AAAAAAAABnE/nRaPi1cDI-4/s200/DSC_6200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330529206286941826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love this damn city!!!! An I would go here every day if I could, I just wish I could plan better!!!!! Maybe next time!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7638315307926478860?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7638315307926478860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7638315307926478860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7638315307926478860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7638315307926478860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/04/nj-transit-forbids-seat-flipping-bi.html' title='NJ Transit forbids Seat Flipping? Bi-Level Trains? The New York Hair Show, OHHHH PAULO!! Shear Genius!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfncNjlZ02I/AAAAAAAABps/qeX2m8voNSc/s72-c/DSC_6130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4719633092049074869</id><published>2009-04-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:33:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens when I am not looking at me....(just a little hold my breath, here I go, Jump in, and hope I come back up!!!! )</title><content type='html'>I have just paused on everything as I feel like I am in the biggest overload ever. This "crunch" is worse then full time work and school, and finally things are falling into place, or are they?&lt;br /&gt;I never know what path to take, and I never know whats really right for me, I never act on impulse allthough I think I do when I am not even looking, and thats when it works best for me. (I think about that and it actually makes sense).&lt;br /&gt;I only know whats in my heart even though that contradicts where my loyalties lye.&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take since I was born has been with an excessive amount of thought and an overwhelming amount of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I am so different then you, I know that you know it too!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the same things as you, my heart beats to its own drum, life is nice but I am shooting for the stars!&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me when I wasn't looking, where do I go in my dreams, Why am I this person who fears cjange, and if I fear it so much why do I make it.&lt;br /&gt;I get kicked in the gut everytime I think I am right, doesn't matter I get kicked in the gut when I think everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I agonize over peoples thoughts, feelings, and why do I forget my own?&lt;br /&gt;Why does my huge heart that cares for so many get crushed when I am choosing which path to walk on?&lt;br /&gt;Why does change come with so much support from everyone except myself,why do I feel so bad?&lt;br /&gt;My life is hanging in the balance of "can I make it? Can I be me and make it, Life is a gamble isn't that what they say? Did anyone tell life that I am a gamble?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just live life rather then researching it? Or why do I have so many reservations when it comes to the obvious next step?&lt;br /&gt;Here I am world - this is me, this is who I will be forever, I have arrived and I have a smile in my heart and tears in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I think everything will be fine as long as I am not looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfcqIoBwZzI/AAAAAAAABm8/9YAhRwnYACM/s1600-h/dana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfcqIoBwZzI/AAAAAAAABm8/9YAhRwnYACM/s200/dana1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329775011688376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4719633092049074869?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4719633092049074869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4719633092049074869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4719633092049074869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4719633092049074869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happens-when-i-am-not-looking-at.html' title='what happens when I am not looking at me....(just a little hold my breath, here I go, Jump in, and hope I come back up!!!! )'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SfcqIoBwZzI/AAAAAAAABm8/9YAhRwnYACM/s72-c/dana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7999208601576062752</id><published>2009-04-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:19:40.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb blonde moment maybe???</title><content type='html'>Last night ran to wal mart real quick! &lt;br /&gt;Grabbed some last minute things - Easter stuff for the nephew and godchild, and some random things, and ran to the register!&lt;br /&gt;The typical Wal Mart cashier looks at me and says - "do we still have Easter Candy left in the store?"&lt;br /&gt;I said yes and just looked at her, and then she told me she was sick of ringing easter candy up.&lt;br /&gt;and I thought about it for a second, WHY DO YOU CARE WHAT YOUR PUSHING PASSED THE SCANNER, YOUR LUCKY YOU HAVE A JOB...is what screamed in my head...seriously are you just suppossed to ring the crap up or are you suppiossed to take inventory, Its Easter time of course people are going to buy Easter stuff, if your tired of it - quit and go home!&lt;br /&gt;But i said all this to myself, and just looked at her and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Then she picked up the Easter Bunny that you wind up and it hops and then a jelly bean falls out from under its tail, of course I am being nice hear.&lt;br /&gt;Then she says "this is ridiculous, hummph"&lt;br /&gt;And I am thinking c'mon I don't have all night to itemize and crtique my order, your dumb store is selling it... but I said "well the kids are nine, so they think that stuff is funny, they are not into chocolate hollow bunnies"&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me, I smiled, and I said "what" because she was staring at me with her wrinkly thick black wet n' wild eyeliner, her box died ridiculous red hair, and her smokers voice with a cough behind every word, and she grunts at me.&lt;br /&gt;I said "what, seriously they don't like the babyish Easter crap - what else am I suppossed to get them?"&lt;br /&gt;She picks up the teck deck that I bought Molly - and says"this skateboard is a great idea,"then she picks up the bunny again, " this bunny that shits jelly beans, not such a great idea".&lt;br /&gt;Now ya know I never stick up for myself and I never say anything smart to anyone, I am not the comeback kind, and I never can think of anything good to say and then out of my mouth came this "Well, we all shit don't we - so who cares, put it in the bag".&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not sure what I really meant by that,(and in my head I saw my hand cover over my mouth like I was in shock about what just came out of it!!) but I was sick of being interrogated by the Wal Mart cashier....&lt;br /&gt;(All I could think was I was so glad I wasn't buying anything embarrassing, like hemmorhoid cream or something wierd like that, she would probably be discussing it with me - how freaking rude, I can only imagine the conversations she has with people daily, seriously!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sd-JBxFiR9I/AAAAAAAABms/1D5sw13-NqU/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sd-JBxFiR9I/AAAAAAAABms/1D5sw13-NqU/s200/easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323123948024645586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter Lady - if I knew where you lived I would get you an Easter Bunny that shits jelly beans and leave it on your doorstep, something tells me you would know exactly who left it for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7999208601576062752?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7999208601576062752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7999208601576062752' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7999208601576062752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7999208601576062752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/04/dumb-blonde-moment-maybe.html' title='Dumb blonde moment maybe???'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sd-JBxFiR9I/AAAAAAAABms/1D5sw13-NqU/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3477639918255580746</id><published>2009-03-30T19:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:24:52.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Miserbale Martini Saturday, from the Party bus, to the pass out Taxi, to home with no keys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGIqGiHteI/AAAAAAAABmc/hrcDRR-FCYY/s1600-h/DSC_5731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGIqGiHteI/AAAAAAAABmc/hrcDRR-FCYY/s200/DSC_5731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319182891790874082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a night!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can say about Saturday, Liz's 30th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all know about my husband and how much he loves to go out, ;)&lt;br /&gt;But he does get ready and go, and despite all his unhappy miserable thoughts of ways to get out of going, he ends up having a blast...some times...&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say NOT TODAY, and I will totally admit its 100% my fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGDdGGrC1I/AAAAAAAABl8/kSLh6aJ9gCY/s1600-h/DSC_5715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGDdGGrC1I/AAAAAAAABl8/kSLh6aJ9gCY/s200/DSC_5715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177170779310930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;look how he humors me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGLndw013I/AAAAAAAABmk/QvNpO7LGQPA/s1600-h/DSC_5716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGLndw013I/AAAAAAAABmk/QvNpO7LGQPA/s200/DSC_5716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319186145021843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here is the rundown of the day...&lt;br /&gt;I work at Karma all day - leave at 4, go home to see my loving happy husband. Do some running around, grab a few things go home get ready, and by 8ish we are off to Liz and Mario's to load the Party bus, (which I will have you know Billy said this was a disasterous idea that would just cause people to get more drunk...little did he know his wife would be the biggest offender...Poor guy)&lt;br /&gt;So I brought a bottle of Pomegranite Martini to Liz's, I am not a big beer drinker, and since I have turned 30, every major event turns into a major diaster when it comes to me and alchohol. So I figured I would play it safe and drink my usual and stay "safe" so this way no one was mixing me anything strong and nothing crazy would happen. Well my intentions were good, please keep that in mind...&lt;br /&gt;So we are at Liz's I had two small drinks, seriously like small orange juice size glasses, and then I had a small empty water bottle, filled it up with my pomegranite martini. The bus came, and we were all warned $500 bucks if you get sick on the bus, you had to pay for it. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed some trash bags just in case. I figured this was smart of me - can we say "JINX" because I def. jinxed myself, right then and there. So bus was here and we all piled on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I mountain climbed the cooler in my new wedge sandals, holding my wad of trash bags, someone should have sent me home then, I just can't help myself, I love to have fun and I love to be silly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGGH8ZgBDI/AAAAAAAABmM/i2MdStqonpk/s1600-h/DSC_5728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGGH8ZgBDI/AAAAAAAABmM/i2MdStqonpk/s200/DSC_5728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180105931555890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see my bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGGHpusYDI/AAAAAAAABmE/40UVEs3K2Xc/s1600-h/DSC_5723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGGHpusYDI/AAAAAAAABmE/40UVEs3K2Xc/s200/DSC_5723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180100920172594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got on the bus at 9 something and from there time was lost...&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Mad River in Old City Philadelphia, and we stood in line I had to do what every girl has to do after a long bus ride, and that was an event all in itself!Thanks to Helena for the buddy system! &lt;br /&gt;So then I got my groove on and then I am not sure what happened next thing I know I am outside, getting sick, getting in the cab - Billy asking me to identify busses because my keys were on the bus and his keys were in my car at Liz's and I couldn't help him because they all were white with no lights on...I could barely open my eyes, so we called my dad, and that was when I knew this was a night I would never live down. Thank goodness my dad is a good sport and thank goodness I wasn't putting him out because that thought was making me feel even worse (the next day).&lt;br /&gt;So I was good in the cab, he had to pull over once on 95, and that was pointless, I think at that point I was just experiencing motion sickness from the good old cab drivers excellent driving skillz!&lt;br /&gt;So we finally arrive home, and my dad gives me the good old laugh, the one that stayed in my head, it was even in my dream all night long...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the worst feeling everywhere, and laying next to a wawa turkey hoagie, As soon as we got home my darling husband who is forever taking car4e of me ran out to get food because he knew I didn't eat all day and thus this was the end result! These hangovers get worse and worse as the days go on, The older I get the worse off I am. I can't let this happen again, I am obviously not the same girl I was when I was in my twenties, even though I love trying to convince myself that I am not old. I promise lesson learned, for now anyway!!! &lt;br /&gt;Well after talking to Liz later that next day, apperently it was a domino effect- I just happened to be the first to go down! LOL...and HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY LIZ!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGHI7aVTBI/AAAAAAAABmU/CLzXW6tvziA/s1600-h/DSC_5725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGHI7aVTBI/AAAAAAAABmU/CLzXW6tvziA/s200/DSC_5725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319181222358109202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3477639918255580746?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3477639918255580746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3477639918255580746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3477639918255580746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3477639918255580746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/moody-miserbale-martini-saturday-from.html' title='Moody Miserbale Martini Saturday, from the Party bus, to the pass out Taxi, to home with no keys...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdGIqGiHteI/AAAAAAAABmc/hrcDRR-FCYY/s72-c/DSC_5731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4600066407456720142</id><published>2009-03-30T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:23:13.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdEpI-4mO9I/AAAAAAAABl0/3xfE0Q3EcMc/s1600-h/HOSPITAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdEpI-4mO9I/AAAAAAAABl0/3xfE0Q3EcMc/s200/HOSPITAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319077869197343698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of this day....&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone guess why.....?&lt;br /&gt;I do love this pic, there is so much happening in it, guess you had to be there but it was beautiful and fun, despite all the taery eyed faces, and I just miss those days!!! Well here is to more days like this one - I am thinking today or tomorrow may be a repeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4600066407456720142?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4600066407456720142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4600066407456720142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4600066407456720142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4600066407456720142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SdEpI-4mO9I/AAAAAAAABl0/3xfE0Q3EcMc/s72-c/HOSPITAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-137351076023540851</id><published>2009-03-17T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:26:46.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a message from a cute little leperchaun in my e-mail today :)</title><content type='html'>So I am not sure if I ever introduced you to MacKenzie, she is my cousin Tim and his wife Rebecca's new little baby!!!! Anyway, she has the best little smile ever and I love that she wanted to wish me a Happy St. Patricks day and I couldn't wait to share it with you!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb_dNroeSHI/AAAAAAAABls/Dr8HiWOyp-g/s1600-h/mackenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb_dNroeSHI/AAAAAAAABls/Dr8HiWOyp-g/s200/mackenzie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314209312440993906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-137351076023540851?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/137351076023540851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=137351076023540851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/137351076023540851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/137351076023540851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-message-from-cute-little.html' title='I found a message from a cute little leperchaun in my e-mail today :)'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb_dNroeSHI/AAAAAAAABls/Dr8HiWOyp-g/s72-c/mackenzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2570122566613143116</id><published>2009-03-14T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:31:12.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, Some Camera Eyes Are Spying, and Don't Eat My Shamrocks at Karma...(WARNING: Picture overload!!) </title><content type='html'>We had plenty of green hair here for the St Patricks day Parade that took over New Falls Road today for about 2 hours, they said it would be 90 minutes but it wasn't over til 12:30 and we were right at the beginning, and it was sooo much fun!!!! (what a run on sentence that was!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw5dcy5OMI/AAAAAAAABhc/l_5fnS49wqA/s1600-h/DSC_5388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw5dcy5OMI/AAAAAAAABhc/l_5fnS49wqA/s200/DSC_5388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313184838498990274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great idea and we did have fun!!! This is Kymm and John above posing with all the green hair!!! &lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way to work at 9 am the cars were already parking on the side of the road and people were claiming their spots for the annual St. Patricks Day Parade!!! Kymm sent me a text and was wondering if I brought my camera, and ya know what was so funny about that? I actually did have it!!!! (I had to go back home for the memory card but I did have the camera!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before the parade even started 3 little girls wandered in and were requesting if we did green hilghlights, and little did they know we were ready for them!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw5dqqI_UI/AAAAAAAABhk/DIXmkfzzk8Q/s1600-h/DSC_5392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw5dqqI_UI/AAAAAAAABhk/DIXmkfzzk8Q/s200/DSC_5392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313184842220371266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was, while we weren't busy during the parade because no one would be able to get into our parking lot we would hit the street with green hair and glue and start selling some green hair for the festivities , and so thats what we did - I wandered around sneaking in some pics, because I just love any event, especially an Irish event and especiall one where people get a little crazy!!! Like this guy below!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw6rHrl7EI/AAAAAAAABh0/6bObY1s0tgQ/s1600-h/DSC_5406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw6rHrl7EI/AAAAAAAABh0/6bObY1s0tgQ/s200/DSC_5406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313186172861017154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Irish dancers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw6q34ieGI/AAAAAAAABhs/jADJxs_n_fw/s1600-h/DSC_5405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw6q34ieGI/AAAAAAAABhs/jADJxs_n_fw/s200/DSC_5405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313186168620349538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mummers string band, check out the muscles!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7tmv1ZBI/AAAAAAAABiU/BLoehF56uBA/s1600-h/DSC_5433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7tmv1ZBI/AAAAAAAABiU/BLoehF56uBA/s200/DSC_5433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313187315071673362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had crazy hats and crazy shirts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7tFT5Z8I/AAAAAAAABiM/7NugLbOmy5Y/s1600-h/DSC_5412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7tFT5Z8I/AAAAAAAABiM/7NugLbOmy5Y/s200/DSC_5412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313187306096125890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention some crazy Irish Clowns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7sxOglSI/AAAAAAAABiE/D4i_wwREgi8/s1600-h/DSC_5419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7sxOglSI/AAAAAAAABiE/D4i_wwREgi8/s200/DSC_5419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313187300704818466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had an Arab Lui Lui Band??? They were in the spirit with their green and isn't everybody's Irish on St. Patricks Day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7sTaNeNI/AAAAAAAABh8/mwaz6xkP5IA/s1600-h/DSC_5416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw7sTaNeNI/AAAAAAAABh8/mwaz6xkP5IA/s200/DSC_5416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313187292700834002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look we even had John and Kymm selling their green hair on the streets!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw8vGMnSZI/AAAAAAAABic/QSr8pPX-hXQ/s1600-h/DSC_5437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw8vGMnSZI/AAAAAAAABic/QSr8pPX-hXQ/s200/DSC_5437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313188440205379986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly we had Yvette too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw9HavtB3I/AAAAAAAABik/2Md-GmQm-lY/s1600-h/DSC_5445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw9HavtB3I/AAAAAAAABik/2Md-GmQm-lY/s200/DSC_5445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313188858038126450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crazy hats...I like the one that looks like crazy hair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAzGXa4pI/AAAAAAAABi8/Z7-zVVhIvmU/s1600-h/DSC_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAzGXa4pI/AAAAAAAABi8/Z7-zVVhIvmU/s200/DSC_5463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313263275760870034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid watching from under his hat, sooo adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAy2lX9FI/AAAAAAAABi0/iMm5hkQrmWc/s1600-h/DSC_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAy2lX9FI/AAAAAAAABi0/iMm5hkQrmWc/s200/DSC_5458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313263271524430930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun, but I thought leperchauns were small, unless this guy is suppossed to be the irish version of the Jolly Green Giant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAyZbWZ7I/AAAAAAAABis/0T0mln-OqZw/s1600-h/DSC_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyAyZbWZ7I/AAAAAAAABis/0T0mln-OqZw/s200/DSC_5449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313263263697758130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is supposed to be a smal leperchaun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2_kr-20LI/AAAAAAAABlM/NfHLBK833H4/s1600-h/DSC_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2_kr-20LI/AAAAAAAABlM/NfHLBK833H4/s200/DSC_5482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313613772369612978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, I just got caught spying on Kymm and Yvette with the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyBk0OUCrI/AAAAAAAABjE/BKv13w_tAhs/s1600-h/DSC_5469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyBk0OUCrI/AAAAAAAABjE/BKv13w_tAhs/s200/DSC_5469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313264129884293810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but nows my chance for a photo opp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyBlOwZDiI/AAAAAAAABjM/pC5Dlx9Zx_w/s1600-h/DSC_5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyBlOwZDiI/AAAAAAAABjM/pC5Dlx9Zx_w/s200/DSC_5473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313264137006550562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back at the shop, Don't eat my shamrocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyC6EpesaI/AAAAAAAABjc/9FbbpgDC03U/s1600-h/DSC_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyC6EpesaI/AAAAAAAABjc/9FbbpgDC03U/s200/DSC_5497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313265594582086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, me and Kymm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyDq3IKqGI/AAAAAAAABjk/tQi-ofpJ5VQ/s1600-h/DSC_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbyDq3IKqGI/AAAAAAAABjk/tQi-ofpJ5VQ/s200/DSC_5510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313266432766290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold air must have been getting to us, because suddenly we got super silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0dvGpVkrI/AAAAAAAABjs/i97-F9odL8w/s1600-h/DSC_5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0dvGpVkrI/AAAAAAAABjs/i97-F9odL8w/s200/DSC_5503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313435830442103474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR maybe it was just the Irish Princess in me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0htp5OUVI/AAAAAAAABj8/DYYpvPduR7g/s1600-h/DSC_5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0htp5OUVI/AAAAAAAABj8/DYYpvPduR7g/s200/DSC_5534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440203590750546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0htYxHaNI/AAAAAAAABj0/QBqIEDI3H1I/s1600-h/DSC_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb0htYxHaNI/AAAAAAAABj0/QBqIEDI3H1I/s200/DSC_5515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440198993340626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I got home and downloaded to 600 pics we took I found out that Kymm was spying on us with the camera too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2znxznmiI/AAAAAAAABkE/vltdZNaWnoQ/s1600-h/DSC_5545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2znxznmiI/AAAAAAAABkE/vltdZNaWnoQ/s200/DSC_5545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313600631333165602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2zoEVwd2I/AAAAAAAABkM/YN0o9fFempA/s1600-h/DSC_5560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb2zoEVwd2I/AAAAAAAABkM/YN0o9fFempA/s200/DSC_5560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313600636308191074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb20-CS4rWI/AAAAAAAABk0/gsi5XoU5VEk/s1600-h/DSC_5595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb20-CS4rWI/AAAAAAAABk0/gsi5XoU5VEk/s200/DSC_5595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602113228025186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209-CFSXI/AAAAAAAABks/995v0Kst4P4/s1600-h/DSC_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209-CFSXI/AAAAAAAABks/995v0Kst4P4/s200/DSC_5586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602112083806578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha that's not my hand!!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209SMKxgI/AAAAAAAABkk/93hvUawxzvY/s1600-h/DSC_5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209SMKxgI/AAAAAAAABkk/93hvUawxzvY/s200/DSC_5581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602100314949122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209VmtxGI/AAAAAAAABkc/TrvQVWdj-f0/s1600-h/DSC_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209VmtxGI/AAAAAAAABkc/TrvQVWdj-f0/s200/DSC_5578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602101231600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again!!!DON'T EAT MY SHAMROCKS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209EmAaDI/AAAAAAAABkU/NRm4TKA_wWo/s1600-h/DSC_5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb209EmAaDI/AAAAAAAABkU/NRm4TKA_wWo/s200/DSC_5572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602096665225266" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb22JbHDRNI/AAAAAAAABk8/WCTjZMBtx3A/s1600-h/DSC_5631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb22JbHDRNI/AAAAAAAABk8/WCTjZMBtx3A/s200/DSC_5631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603408379462866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is the proof we actually did work today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb22Jh2IXKI/AAAAAAAABlE/vLT4GVLuPfI/s1600-h/DSC_5555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb22Jh2IXKI/AAAAAAAABlE/vLT4GVLuPfI/s200/DSC_5555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603410187541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3DzH3XPYI/AAAAAAAABlc/QfyyrQY839w/s1600-h/DSC_5552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3DzH3XPYI/AAAAAAAABlc/QfyyrQY839w/s200/DSC_5552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313618418419056002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymms client brought in her daughter for her first haircut!!! She was so cute, she pointed at me and my shamrock's that Kymm was chomping on and she said "Bee", I hate bees but it was so cute I pretended to be a bee for her. Then she just kept pointing at me and saying bee eveytime I walked by her!!! ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;And this little guy, he is one of Yvettes regulars and he is soo adorable too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3Dyq0IKUI/AAAAAAAABlU/xlrwihAJCZg/s1600-h/DSC_5528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3Dyq0IKUI/AAAAAAAABlU/xlrwihAJCZg/s200/DSC_5528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313618410620856642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3E9h46GVI/AAAAAAAABlk/dVdT6EyseS0/s1600-h/DSC_5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sb3E9h46GVI/AAAAAAAABlk/dVdT6EyseS0/s200/DSC_5484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313619696715176274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note its back to business!!!! Happy St. Patricks Day!!!! Have a green beer for me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2570122566613143116?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2570122566613143116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2570122566613143116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2570122566613143116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2570122566613143116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-irish-eyes-are-smiling-some-camera.html' title='When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, Some Camera Eyes Are Spying, and Don&apos;t Eat My Shamrocks at Karma...(WARNING: Picture overload!!) '/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbw5dcy5OMI/AAAAAAAABhc/l_5fnS49wqA/s72-c/DSC_5388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1975329914389593707</id><published>2009-03-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:59:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! Finally after two years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbp0FaYUZuI/AAAAAAAABhU/aGPILjPZkfY/s1600-h/AnnaNicoleS79736_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbp0FaYUZuI/AAAAAAAABhU/aGPILjPZkfY/s200/AnnaNicoleS79736_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312686346766411490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little newsflash that makes me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 2 years, Howard K. Stern is finally facing charges in the death of Anna Nicole Smith. I hate that guy, I don't know who he thinks he is, he is a nobody without her. &lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;br /&gt;http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=356634&amp;GT1=28103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbp0EyWipxI/AAAAAAAABhM/NcKeLw6E_tc/s1600-h/anna_nicole_smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbp0EyWipxI/AAAAAAAABhM/NcKeLw6E_tc/s200/anna_nicole_smith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312686336021538578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=356634&amp;GT1=28103"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1975329914389593707?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1975329914389593707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1975329914389593707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1975329914389593707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1975329914389593707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-finally-after-two-years.html' title='OMG!!! Finally after two years...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sbp0FaYUZuI/AAAAAAAABhU/aGPILjPZkfY/s72-c/AnnaNicoleS79736_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7606348180006354514</id><published>2009-03-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:18:52.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am addicted to my crackberry...</title><content type='html'>Yes Michelle you warned me, and I will take your advice in the future I promise!!! &lt;br /&gt;I had to ditch the sidekick, and move on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a blackberry pearl before i had the sidekick and I hated that thing, couldn't have gotten rid of it fast enough, I think it was just a bad experience from the point of sale, and so the bad experience filtered onto my total phone experience. But at the time Blackberry was not aim compatible, and who knew what wi-fi was way back then, and whoever had a phone for 6 weeks and the track ball somehow crushed and would only make left turns? Who knows but that was a bad blackberry experience, and so Sidekick it was.&lt;br /&gt;This last year however, was just a bad year for me and my sidekick. First of all for about three weeks my ears were in so much pain, they were red and peeley and I thought I was burning them with my hairdryer? Please, keep in mind this is me we are talking about, so needless to say one day I leaned on my phone and the pain was horrific, so I decided to actually look at my phone! The metal framing the ear part of the phone was cracked and peeling away, so needless to say it was scratching my ear off! the chrome frame was digging into my ear, and killing me slowly!!! Not to mention the freezing during dialing, the text messages and e-mails that would back up in cellular land and never come through to me for days. If I would try to make a call, my phone would freeze, and you would answer your phone and hear everything I was saying or doing while I was still waiting for your phone to even ring. Then I would realize my phone froze, and I would have to reboot and boom 20 text messages would pile into my inbox. i was slowly getting over the sidekick, that I once loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;So I got a new phone and its another Blackberry, this time I went for the Blackberry Curve 8900...This thing is the best thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously love it to pieces, and I have no idea how I lived wihout it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can do sooooo much with this phone, I can pix messages, text, email through my hotmail and blackberry e-mail, I can aim, yahoo, windows, and blackberry i-m, I can facebook, twitter, blog, and I can do everything!!!!! I am officially a blackberry addict and I so get why they call these things crackberry's!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbiM9oFz7kI/AAAAAAAABhE/83GNlm2AP64/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbiM9oFz7kI/AAAAAAAABhE/83GNlm2AP64/s200/Photo+88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312150750845201986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7606348180006354514?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7606348180006354514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7606348180006354514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7606348180006354514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7606348180006354514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-addicted-to-my-crackberry.html' title='I am addicted to my crackberry...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SbiM9oFz7kI/AAAAAAAABhE/83GNlm2AP64/s72-c/Photo+88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5199511129340369573</id><published>2009-03-02T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:16:28.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos, Body Modification, Gang Bangers, and I dont want saute...</title><content type='html'>So Sunday was an eventful crazy day! &lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us from Karma decided it would be fun to go to the Philadelphia Tattoo Convention, and so I picked Kymm and her friend Randy up at noon and we headed to Philly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw5jizs-AI/AAAAAAAABf0/91orY5LQhQA/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw5jizs-AI/AAAAAAAABf0/91orY5LQhQA/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308681343564838914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw5jZNl6tI/AAAAAAAABfs/X_R0h8-fkbE/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw5jZNl6tI/AAAAAAAABfs/X_R0h8-fkbE/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308681340989074130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Steve and John in the lobby at the Sharaton on 17th and Race and there we all were in the midst of this craziest people watching event ever, so glad I brought my camera! I have to laugh Randy is like 7 feet tall and Steve is like 6 foot 5 and I am 5foot 2 and there was a minute when I was standing between them I never fealt so short in my life!!!! I fealt like I was standing between 2 skyscrapers. Not mention I kept poking steve in the but with my camera lens and he was like what the heck Dana, I said hey I am sorry if you weren't so tall we wouldn't have this problem! &lt;br /&gt;So the hotel had to host the show because the convention center, where it normally is was hosting the Philadelphia flower show, so needless to say the big event was squished into two floors of the hotel, Body modification on the second floor - go ahead google it - i dare ya! and Tattoo's and piercing on the second floor! &lt;br /&gt;Ok I can't wait for you to google the body modification, so if your not familliar I will try to share the best I can - Just an FYI, I couldn't take a pic because I couln't look for more then 5 seconds. Seriously I looked and then I had to step away, and pray that I didn't throw up - because we all know how easily I can do that!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so when I step up to the table, I see a girl laying on the table with her back facing me, she was laying on her side, and she was visibly shaking or trembling or maybe even crying. Some guy was holding both her hands consoling her as if she were on her death bed, and the "artist" so to say is working on her back. So he has a scalpal, and he is scooping out her skin placing it on the table and scooping some more - seriously chunks of skin on the table. I backed away at the moment, trying to convince myself it was a normal thing and not to loose my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;This is basically what the girl on the table was looking like - only this is no where near as gory as what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sawpd2k7DcI/AAAAAAAABe8/5XTJ2oR3xho/s1600-h/bodymodifications37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Sawpd2k7DcI/AAAAAAAABe8/5XTJ2oR3xho/s200/bodymodifications37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308663653606297026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is probably what she will look like in 6 months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SawpeNdGghI/AAAAAAAABfE/muXZz91NzVk/s1600-h/scarification.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SawpeNdGghI/AAAAAAAABfE/muXZz91NzVk/s200/scarification.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308663659747508754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am standing at this other table alone, and I start looking at the books where they have the designs they do and what it looks like after its all healed, I googled these for you, so google scarification or body modification and you will see what this room was filled with - needless to say I waited for my friends and we left to stay strictly on the tattoo floor. Oh did I forget to mention the penguin boy - for real a man built like a penguin, and the guy with the lizard toungue, you heard me right...&lt;br /&gt;So we get upstairs and it was really interesting, there were people with tattoos from head to toe and people with none at all. I finally shook my nerves of the gore and was able to start snapping a few pics, like this tattoo artist from Japan, she didn't speak any English, but people were getting her to tattoo them, she was adorable I loved her hair and her make-up she was like a real life animee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4_B1wMRI/AAAAAAAABfk/SQJiOzpaMEo/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4_B1wMRI/AAAAAAAABfk/SQJiOzpaMEo/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308680716239778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4-gcedTI/AAAAAAAABfc/J4kVVZx0xts/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4-gcedTI/AAAAAAAABfc/J4kVVZx0xts/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308680707275388210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4-dw0KJI/AAAAAAAABfU/gLPmKLwH6C4/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw4-dw0KJI/AAAAAAAABfU/gLPmKLwH6C4/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308680706555390098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and there was Kim Sigh from LA Ink, and she was painting pictures in the lobby, I am not sure why she wasn't tattooing but I guess that may have created a stir, but hey whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw3gjxzI0I/AAAAAAAABfM/xGEDPm1ni8s/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw3gjxzI0I/AAAAAAAABfM/xGEDPm1ni8s/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308679093262426946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some strange things started to occur.&lt;br /&gt;There was just some weirdness in the air and believe it or not it wasn't the 90 booths of people getting tattoos, It was more like the fact that the temp was like 102degrees and it was so packed with people so we left for some fresh air, a cigarette and a drink. (like the fresh air and cigarette combo, I know makes no sense!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we go outside, take a breather, come back in grab a snack and a drink and all of a sudden the fire alarm is going off. No one budged, not one person moved the tattoo guns were all still buzzing, people were eating, buying things. So we didn't move either. About 10 minutes of the annoying alrms and lights and hotel security comes in and starts moving people out - not the people getting tattoos or doing tattoos, just all the onlookers. Not the hotel employees, just all of us standing by...So we pile onto the escalators and ride them down 2 flights - they never stopped moving, I know at the mall when the alarms would sound they would shut elevators and escalators down, so this was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8yt4rXBI/AAAAAAAABgs/dE1tK5sLc-w/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8yt4rXBI/AAAAAAAABgs/dE1tK5sLc-w/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308684902771416082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8yXhHodI/AAAAAAAABgk/m1jS0L4ubHM/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8yXhHodI/AAAAAAAABgk/m1jS0L4ubHM/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308684896767025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all pile outside, and then ten minutes later they tell us we can come back in, and we all start walking in and lining up to get on the escalators, we get to the top and there are SWAT teams all over the place. Ya, so now the presence of the SWAT is in the building. So now this was weird, and now I def want to flash my camera at all - I lost my nerve. But this was so awkward now, no longer fun, what the heck was going on?&lt;br /&gt;So we are back to the booths looking around - some of us looking for their next tattoo inspiration, some of us contemplating what to get and twith who, and then some us just along for the ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8xnTLXFI/AAAAAAAABgc/qWbPCxJ37cs/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw8xnTLXFI/AAAAAAAABgc/qWbPCxJ37cs/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308684883823647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the SWAT team comes marching around the room, and we are all suppossed to just chill like its normal. I am so so nosey I could just feel myself getting curious. So we decide its probably best to leave at this point. So we leave the room, more SWAT hanging out outside the room, Kymm goes to the ladies room, John and Steve are meeting up with us, and me and Randy are waiting near the steps, Another group of SWAT marching passed us and the SWAT leader is directing them on what colors the are looking for, and they may have removed their colors by now so remember their faces...&lt;br /&gt;Me and Randy were like "colors"? We are in freaking Philadelphia, not LA, but I guess the gang wars around here are just the same, I mean I know the City of brotherly love hasn't been so loving in the last few years especially the last 2 but this is crazy, so we are def. leaving.&lt;br /&gt;All of us together finally and we are heading down the escalators. What do you thing is at the bottom? Yup SWAT, blocking a set of doors off the escalator and a few guys in handcuffs against the wall, not typically the gang kind, but whatever right?&lt;br /&gt;So we are out anyway...&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home, we are like talking about all this junk and all the craziness, and blah blah blah. So Kymm starts flipping through my I-pod, which has a lot of Billy's stuff on it and we were talking about that and how much of a mix of music, and she puts on "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz, and we were singing at first and then talking aabut how much Kymm loves that song, and I this...&lt;br /&gt;"I just wish I knew what he meant by Saute'?"&lt;br /&gt;she looks at me and asks does he say saute in this song, and I told her he does and I don't know why, and it makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;So Kymm decides we should start the song over and check out where he says saute'. So we do and then Kymm starts cracking up laughing, and tells me what he really says and I had no idea, that he really says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as oppossed to my lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't have saute' &lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was my dumb blonde moment of the day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw-avy9hoI/AAAAAAAABg0/OgLi_vPO1QY/s1600-h/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw-avy9hoI/AAAAAAAABg0/OgLi_vPO1QY/s200/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686689990706818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, so later when we got home, we saw the news about the two rival gangs at the tattoo convention, and the under cover officers who had to call in the SWAT because of the fight that was brewing...&lt;br /&gt;SO WIERD THE WHOLE DAY WAS SO WIERD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5199511129340369573?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5199511129340369573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5199511129340369573' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5199511129340369573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5199511129340369573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/03/tattoos-body-modification-gang-bangers.html' title='Tattoos, Body Modification, Gang Bangers, and I dont want saute...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/Saw5jizs-AI/AAAAAAAABf0/91orY5LQhQA/s72-c/ASA+SIGN+IN+SETTLEMENT+ROOM+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1902917478679975156</id><published>2009-02-21T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:52:19.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bambi,....Love Squat</title><content type='html'>Dear Bambi, I wish you didn't decide that crossing the Road was a good idea on Friday Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SaTASbf7R-I/AAAAAAAABe0/1xmOI58ILxo/s1600-h/DSCN2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SaTASbf7R-I/AAAAAAAABe0/1xmOI58ILxo/s320/DSCN2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306577683801130978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaving for the Hamburg Hideaway on Friday night, I pulled off my street, pulled out of my section, crossed through the 5 points intersection, proceeded toward Route 1 on Woodbourne Road, accelerated as I went up the hill, just crested over the hill, started in to the wind of the road and suddenly saw a huge deer in my path...&lt;br /&gt;Slammed on my breaks as hard as I could because I soooooo didn't want to hit this deer.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my steering wheel toward the shoulder hoping I would somehow swerve around this massive animal, and then BOOOOM..&lt;br /&gt;I hit it...&lt;br /&gt;I was so saddened immediatly as the deer was under my car for a few seconds trying to scramble out, I was screaming...&lt;br /&gt;He finally got out form under my car and scrambled for a minute to his feet, and he ran off...&lt;br /&gt;He ran off leaving Squat busted and broke...&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset, upset that the grill of my car was cracked, and the front end bumper cracked in two places...&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved that Bambi did not die, but I told my dad and husband there were feathers (fur- who knew what dears had on them?) stuck to my car, and it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Bambi is ok, he took off without even a limp, so I do hope his ego was the only thing bruised, but I am sure its more then that, but now my squat (thats what my car's name is)is bruised and broken, and now I have to fix it to make it all ok.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that deer only crossed where deer crossing signs were posted - and I do not believe there are any posted within a 25 mile radius of my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1902917478679975156?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1902917478679975156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1902917478679975156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1902917478679975156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1902917478679975156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-bambilove-squat.html' title='Dear Bambi,....Love Squat'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SaTASbf7R-I/AAAAAAAABe0/1xmOI58ILxo/s72-c/DSCN2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6857046277602829875</id><published>2009-02-17T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:13:25.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROUGH THE YEARS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdasawiI/AAAAAAAABeE/KmlVHMsOMg4/s1600-h/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdasawiI/AAAAAAAABeE/KmlVHMsOMg4/s320/old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303814799843050018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work at "Karma" on Valentines Day. I love that we have been so busy at this salon, last year my January and February were so bad I had to quit that shop and relocate to a different salon, well I think third time is a charm, because I ahve been nothing but busy at this salon, and I am nothing but thankful, and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;So it was nice to be somewhere I loved being to start my Valentines Day off!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this happens to me every holiday, every birthday, every special occassion...&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like Billy forgot me, so strange, when he remembers me I want to hang myself I hate the gushy awkwradness, I have ruined eveything for myself I guess you could say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrw6jNg78I/AAAAAAAABec/fyJWiZU1u8Q/s1600-h/meandbilly.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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrw6jNg78I/AAAAAAAABec/fyJWiZU1u8Q/s320/meandbilly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816399857184706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had flowers delivered to me at work once (10 yrs ago), I freaked out a little, I told him don't ever do that again, I can't stand when everyone is like ohhhh look at your flowers and then they are prompted to make a big deal and make me feel so strange or they feel the need to ask a million questions. I think now that he is my husband I would be ok, because now its easier he is my husband, and thats that.&lt;br /&gt;He has surprised me with dinners, and jewelry galore, and I wear it for a little bit, but then it gets placed in my jewelery box or lost. Yup you heard me, LOST. He bought me a really thick Omega and I wore it for awhile - the truth is the thing is so darn thick I feel like I need mega jewelry to go with it...I do love it, but its thick!! And its Gold, and I am more into white gold then yellow gold but thats fine I have it just in case I ever switch back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdufMXKI/AAAAAAAABeM/U8TGfC5iH3Q/s1600-h/OLD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdufMXKI/AAAAAAAABeM/U8TGfC5iH3Q/s320/OLD2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303814805156289698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Second Valentines Day he thought it would be nice to go to dinner with another couple, which it was, and this is when I met Liz, but she was just discovering new things about herself and she was droppin bombs all over the place!!! Anyway it was quite an eventful evening and Billy gave me a beautiful amythyst bracelt, which was stolen out of my car about five years ago - long story, but that was that.&lt;br /&gt;Then on our 5th Valentines Day he gave me a tennis bracelet which I eventually lost - just slipped off my wrist somewhere in the King of Prussia Mall, and again that was that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdPKuKBI/AAAAAAAABd8/d6yrAuEOA6w/s1600-h/old1.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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdPKuKBI/AAAAAAAABd8/d6yrAuEOA6w/s320/old1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303814796748924946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway this year - I went to work, and then when I got home at 5:30 he was all ready to take me shopping and to dinner, so the forgot thought had left my mind quickly, and I changed and off we went! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrxaLekLtI/AAAAAAAABek/9SY8FdKFVWc/s1600-h/OLD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrxaLekLtI/AAAAAAAABek/9SY8FdKFVWc/s320/OLD3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816943242063570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pair of hip slung pants from the gap and a new pair of Seven Jeans, love them!!! I wanted a new phone but since the phone I want is expensive and my contract is not up til April, its going to take some creative bargaining on my end. Anyway then we went to dinner at 99. We had never been there together before so it was actually very nice. The snow was falling outside so that made the evening even a little more fun. It was the first time that we just paused and laughed and got silly together. I mean I was pretty silly - but ya know what one alchoholic beverage does to me...I get extremely happy!&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a very happy evening and we had a good time, and I just feel like rather then being pressured into the whole obligation of Valentines Day, we really just celebrated us, and it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrwP97UeaI/AAAAAAAABeU/Rv0iNFvEYOI/s1600-h/DSC_0151%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrwP97UeaI/AAAAAAAABeU/Rv0iNFvEYOI/s320/DSC_0151%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815668294252962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss the younger us, the wild couple that was always doing something fun, we are way more toned down now, we know how to have a good time, its just rare that we do! We both work so much and my husband has become so much of a home body, yes I mean hermit, really I just think he likes to relax. Me on the other hand I could go out and stay out for hours. I have no quams about working 12 hours and then running errands, which I think drives my husband crazy, If I just come home then I get bored and then I fall asleep, so there is no point I have way too much energy, yet I find myself feeling that shopping and running errands is more satisfying then the party person I once was.&lt;br /&gt;So this is who we are becomig and as the years go by and the holidays come and go I thinK we are finding that we really do love the company of one another and all the things that come along with who we are. So Happy Valentines to us and to many more to look forward to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZxPhWFrfoI/AAAAAAAABes/7_si6qFjUYQ/s1600-h/Photo_4.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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZxPhWFrfoI/AAAAAAAABes/7_si6qFjUYQ/s320/Photo_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201895419281026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6857046277602829875?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6857046277602829875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6857046277602829875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6857046277602829875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6857046277602829875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/02/through-years.html' title='THROUGH THE YEARS....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZrvdasawiI/AAAAAAAABeE/KmlVHMsOMg4/s72-c/old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5970076784542502038</id><published>2009-02-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:15:38.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have downsized to "Medium"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZC4tHsAzdI/AAAAAAAABd0/D7iViQ7NIpU/s1600-h/DSC_5322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZC4tHsAzdI/AAAAAAAABd0/D7iViQ7NIpU/s320/DSC_5322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300939846712348114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsized to "Medium", at least my husband will appreciate the change...&lt;br /&gt;I love purses and shoes, as if that wasn't a given! &lt;br /&gt;When Molly was over last weekend she walked in my room and saw my wall of shoeboxes, and she inquired if I collected shoeboxes? &lt;br /&gt;She walked herself right over to my Betsey Johnson Box, and said I would love to take this one, because I collect shoeboxes! &lt;br /&gt;Oh you would, would you? I love her but she doesn't need my hot pink Betsey box with the leopard skin tissue paper, nope she doesn't need it at all! &lt;br /&gt;So I said to her I am so sorry kiddo but my shoes need their boxes, its essential in taking proper care of your shoes, just like I would hope you keep your Uggs in their box so they stay nice while your not wearing them! &lt;br /&gt;Well she was fine with that, Thank Goodness, because I usually give into her in a heartbeat without a second thought, but not my Betsey Johnson box, a pair of sneakers maybe, but not the Betsey Box... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I finally ordered my Ed Hardy, "Diddy" Bag, and I finally got it! &lt;br /&gt;After so much back and forth and undecidedness (is that a word - who cares I know you got me)I love large purses, I actually love extra large purses, and I pack them with enough crap to break my back, and cost myself soooo much time digging through them to find keys and whatever else that has gotten lost inside the black hole of my beautiful extra large purses! &lt;br /&gt;When my mom and I were dress shopping once, I turned a corner and catapulted a lady into a rack of clothes because I wacked her with my purse, I pretty much assaulted her without even realizing it. My mom and I were hysterical! (I apologized, I promise)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Billy just dreads everytime I request he grab something from my purse, and he is constantly begging me to make my next purse purchase a smaller purse purchase. I wish he knew smaller bags cost more money! LOL, No really this one did, just because its Ed Hardy, but I can't help myself when I get it in my head - I can't get rid of it til I have it... just the way it happens some times! &lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I got the purse finally and I just knew it was going to be small, AND all though I am so into the oversized purse thing, this was perfect. The description was "ED Hardy Medium Diddy", well its def my idea of small, and no where near my idea of medium, but I am adjusting and I must say I do like it. I do wish that it was more of a tote bag, but It is growing on me and I am dealing with it! Can't wait to show it to you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZC4s-zyY7I/AAAAAAAABds/oPKJWjjOujA/s1600-h/DSC_5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZC4s-zyY7I/AAAAAAAABds/oPKJWjjOujA/s320/DSC_5321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300939844329038770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5970076784542502038?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5970076784542502038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5970076784542502038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5970076784542502038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5970076784542502038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-downsized-to-medium.html' title='I have downsized to &quot;Medium&quot;...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SZC4tHsAzdI/AAAAAAAABd0/D7iViQ7NIpU/s72-c/DSC_5322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6581444838783556758</id><published>2009-02-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:59:39.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikki-wikki-wikki-wikki shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6lzsPqHI/AAAAAAAABc0/xXaPYf3JhQU/s1600-h/DSC_5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6lzsPqHI/AAAAAAAABc0/xXaPYf3JhQU/s320/DSC_5192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298056801597499506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saturday night I took Molly and her friend Michael roller skating at the palace. So strange and why hadn't i done this before with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCOuOrpjI/AAAAAAAABdU/rMQW-9nHB4o/s1600-h/DSC_5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCOuOrpjI/AAAAAAAABdU/rMQW-9nHB4o/s320/DSC_5191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205938575713842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Tina, a few weeks ago, if her son Henry liked roller skating, he is the same age as Molly, and she said yes he did! Well after a long in depth conversation because I wasn't even sure if she would like it we were going to a skating party hosted by Henry's school, and it was very exciting, as soon as Michael found out we were going, he was on board!&lt;br /&gt;I was glad too because some times Molly changes her mind in .02 seconds flat and I would have had skates on too, just to ease her into it, and I was afraid that was going to be my fate on Saturday. I was wrong, she put those skates on and she rocked and she rolled, and off she went without a problem at all. &lt;br /&gt;Every time a kid fell, I fealt so scared immediately, i was like nooooo!!! You should have seen their wobbly little legs and their flailing bodies as they tried so hard to keep themselves from falling. I also loved the dads that went rounds holding their little girls hands, it was so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness if Molly, Michael, or Henry fell I didn't see it happen, I may have cried!!! Suprisingly they all skated just great!! Like little pro's and I don't think they fell at all. Tina said I made Molly sound as if she would be shaking holding onto the wall in our original converasation, and I have to be honest I probably did. She had never been skating except for once, and I bought her skates last year and once before when she was 5 and I never saw her use them ever, so I wasn't sure. But the child has no fear, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6lqgmBmI/AAAAAAAABcs/9G5NnU1YxXw/s1600-h/DSC_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6lqgmBmI/AAAAAAAABcs/9G5NnU1YxXw/s320/DSC_5193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298056799132714594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love this pic above she knew my camera didn't take the pic and she leaned back to still pose from behind some guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6ln9HrRI/AAAAAAAABck/A5e74nxSQVY/s1600-h/DSC_5157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6ln9HrRI/AAAAAAAABck/A5e74nxSQVY/s320/DSC_5157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298056798447054098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allthough when her and Michael informed me they were tripping each other or trying to I did have to remind them how dangerous that was, but see they have no fear...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I do just have one question, isn't the roller skating enough? why does there have to be an arcade??? seriously Molly and Michael would have stayed in the arcade the whole time, and serioulsy that gets on my nerves... I think parents of America should boycott arcades. I think gamblers were born in arcades! Anyway they each got ten dollars and her tickets added up to items that would cost me a quarter each if I had purchased them somewhere else. Well whatever thy got dracula teeth and a fun dip and a sour melon thing...so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6mIXMgCI/AAAAAAAABdE/UlOioP6qFcY/s1600-h/DSC_5178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6mIXMgCI/AAAAAAAABdE/UlOioP6qFcY/s320/DSC_5178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298056807146356770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCOlfgHxI/AAAAAAAABdM/SR6F_tsxPLo/s1600-h/DSC_5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCOlfgHxI/AAAAAAAABdM/SR6F_tsxPLo/s320/DSC_5184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205936230342418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jeff stopped by with the intentions of skating and i guess he realized too he didn't have to, so that was good too. So we just got to chill out together and talk and take pics and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCPHfLAeI/AAAAAAAABdk/urJ_n54blK4/s1600-h/DSC_5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCPHfLAeI/AAAAAAAABdk/urJ_n54blK4/s320/DSC_5182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205945355764194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the memories started plowing into my brain, the skate rental, the smell from the good old Roller Rama, the Dice Game, Skating backwards and feeling so cool because I did it and because I never flipped the wall and broke an arm like so many people I knew! The old people who did couples pro skating in the middle while us kids just made our way around the rink, around them! They skated so perfectly, and I always thought I couldn't wait til they announce "couples skate" so I could try! LOL!! A girl could dream right!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway even though the music was playing in my head I heard "2 of hearts" by Stacey Q and just these word to my all time favorite skate song, I was so hoping they would play, but they didn't! Maybe when they tore down Roller Rama this song died too, who knows, I have it on my i-pod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman had come to town to see who he could rock&lt;br /&gt;He blew away every crew he faced until he reached the block&lt;br /&gt;His speakers were three stories high with woofers made of steel&lt;br /&gt;And when we boys sit outside, he said "I boom for real"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm faster than a speedin' bullet when I'm on the set&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no fans to cool my a**, I just use my super breath&lt;br /&gt;I could fly three times around the world without missin' a beat&lt;br /&gt;I socialize with X-ray eyes, and ladies think it's sweet&lt;br /&gt;And then he turned his power on and the ground began to move&lt;br /&gt;And all the buildings for miles around were swayin' to the groove&lt;br /&gt;And just when he had fooled the crowd and swore he wouldn't fight&lt;br /&gt;We rocked this bet with a 12 inch cut called Disco Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;Well, Superman looked up at me, he said, "You rock so naturally"&lt;br /&gt;I said now that you've learned to deal, let me tell you why I'm so for real&lt;br /&gt;I'm Cozmo D from outer space, I came to rock the human race&lt;br /&gt;I do it right 'cause I can't do it wrong&lt;br /&gt;That's why the whole world is singin' this song&lt;br /&gt;Jam on it Jam on it&lt;br /&gt;I said jam-j-j-jam on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCPH-bg1I/AAAAAAAABdc/KHW_AkHxP80/s1600-h/DSC_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYcCPH-bg1I/AAAAAAAABdc/KHW_AkHxP80/s320/DSC_5188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298205945486869330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6mLtvi-I/AAAAAAAABc8/4y26uSFzIRI/s1600-h/DSC_5186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6mLtvi-I/AAAAAAAABc8/4y26uSFzIRI/s320/DSC_5186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298056808046234594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all just makes me wonder what songs will remind her of times in her life, at this point it will be I know it will be Flo-Rida or Little Wayne, saddest part about that is at 32 years old I have both those CD's and we love listening to them, I know thats awful, so either I havn't grown up or she is way too grown up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6581444838783556758?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6581444838783556758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6581444838783556758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6581444838783556758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6581444838783556758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/02/wikki-wikki-wikki-wikki-shut-up.html' title='Wikki-wikki-wikki-wikki shut up'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYZ6lzsPqHI/AAAAAAAABc0/xXaPYf3JhQU/s72-c/DSC_5192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-573362014825636287</id><published>2009-01-28T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:46:54.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why doesn't it ever last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYEk0_ZxuCI/AAAAAAAABcc/fLEp27QYvr0/s1600-h/DSC_4992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYEk0_ZxuCI/AAAAAAAABcc/fLEp27QYvr0/s320/DSC_4992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555129555761186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was a kid snow meant free day, no school, sledding.&lt;br /&gt;when I was a kid the snow would fall endlessly all day, and the plows wouldn't come for hours, and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid we always had snow boots, freaky freezie gloves, and snow suits, because we got to wear them often.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid snow meant everything was closed, no one was on the road and everyone was outside playing or shoveling...&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am all grown up, Life doesn't stop sooo much for snow.&lt;br /&gt;I drive in the snow, I work in the snow, I never play in the snow, and I don't own snow boots at all. &lt;br /&gt;The snow doesn't fall as long a s it used to, and it doesn't even stick around long.&lt;br /&gt;I miss snow days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-573362014825636287?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/573362014825636287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=573362014825636287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/573362014825636287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/573362014825636287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-doesnt-it-ever-last.html' title='why doesn&apos;t it ever last'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SYEk0_ZxuCI/AAAAAAAABcc/fLEp27QYvr0/s72-c/DSC_4992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6432051738829356731</id><published>2009-01-21T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:23:41.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation....Good Job America, Good Job!</title><content type='html'>I do not remember an election ever so exciting in my mind...as this one. &lt;br /&gt;I can remember when I was little , very little, and the only reason I know the date is because I can refer to history itself. It was 1980, and Reagan had won the election - I was 4, I sat with my pop pop all day, as he had hoped Reagn would not win, and then he won. I remember how saddened he was by the nations decision, and his annoyance makes me giggle a little. I myself do not get all wrapped up into politics, but I know there are political issues that I do agree and disagree with, and so I think my pop pop disagreed with Ronald Reagan to say the least. Anyway after that, elections came and went, and even the first year I voted I knew I was voting for Clinton, I never knew the issues, but I knew my pop pop, allthough he wasn't here at that time, would have wanted me to vote for change, and so I did. &lt;br /&gt;From that day when I was 4, til this day when I am 32, I don't think there has ever been a more life changing, and more exciting election and then innaugeration. Its funny the things you choose to pay attention to, and the things you don't.&lt;br /&gt;I know the whole Bush/Gore fiasco was exciting and that year I convinced Billy to register to vote and he will tell you how it only proved his point that  individual votes do not count,and I like to prove my point to, if your not voting then you have no place in political discussions with me, and thats how we roll!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this passed weekend I went scrapbooking in Delaware, and as soon as I got to the hotel - there were police, secret agents? and a lot of people in the lobby, in the bar lurking in the halls, all different kinds of people. I saw a guy with painters pants on - like the real ones, not the jeans, with paint splashed on them, a paint brand sweatshirt like M.A.B. and handcuffs attached to his belst a walkie talkie and a holster?  &lt;br /&gt;I was like what in the world is going on here, This is the third time I had been to this hotel for this event, and never have I seen such a stir, Actually I have never ever seen a sign of life in Wilmigton near this hotel accept for a few people out by the bus stop. I am not even kidding, I always thought this was the lifeless city. &lt;br /&gt;So come to find out Joe Biden and his wife were staying in our hotel, and there was security all over the place. And Saturday he was being picked up by Obama on the train so they could get to their Innaugeration in Washington. &lt;br /&gt;So Saturday morning Obama was suppossed to be arriving at the Wilmington train station at 12:30/1:00.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning there are people walking down the street with lawn chairs, heading to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;I put on MSNBC, so I could see and listen while I was getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;I went outside around 11:30 to smoke, what else would I need to do outside in 20 degree weather, and there was this lady carrying on to what I was assuming her son, maybe grandson, she screams "I do all the things that are important to you now you have to come with me this will be important to you one day, and its important to me today, now lets go" He was stopped in his tracks, he was like 12 maybe, "I don't want to stand out in the cold, I don't want to goooo," he whined. I had to laugh inside because I knew where they were going, she just wanted him to go, she couldn't miss it, and she wanted him to be able to say he was there when he realized it was important. I felt like the lady all but grabbed him and drug him down the street, but he will be happy one day, I hope they saw something good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me Rachel, and Lori decided to walk to Dunkin around 12:15, I wanted to walk to that train station so badly, it was 2 blocks away. But when we looked down the street The road was filled with people, there was no chance.  So on our way to Dunkin, we saw so many people, selling Obama buttons, and talking about the whole "whistle stop" in Wilmington. All of this was getting me all excited! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the city was all hustle and bustle and the best thing I could do was tune in from my laptop! &lt;br /&gt;After we returned to the hotel, The lobby was full of police and press, One guy was in a chair on his laptop, his press badge backwards around his neck, and I was looking at his pics as he downloaded them onto his computer, They were great. I havn't seen them anywhere but they were really nice! &lt;br /&gt;Later I found out on facebook (good old facebook) the train conductor who introduced Joe Biden and his wife, who has been driving Joe Biden on his train for the last 25 years into Washington, was a girl I went to school with dad. I watched the replay of it on CNN and all I could think was I went to sleep overs at that guys house. I found this pic on a UK news site(http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1125126/Pictured-President-Obama-gets-business-Oval-Office--poll-shows-Republicans-feeling-good.html),and it happens to be that old school friends mom, the train conductors wife dancing with the President and his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXdp417XK1I/AAAAAAAABbE/pUdfSUtvfWA/s1600-h/melissawmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXdp417XK1I/AAAAAAAABbE/pUdfSUtvfWA/s320/melissawmom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293816312266959698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all so close to home, all these revelations in one day, all this exciting stuff, and then the innaugeration was finally here! &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't watch as I would have liked too, but last night Billy and I watched the Innaugeration Ball, we watched the recaps from Washington, and we watched the concert on HBO. I LOVED IT ALL! I was wishing I was there because I like to always be "in the place to be", but ya know I can't be everywhere! I loved everything Michelle Obama wore, Loved the yellow dress, loved the white one. Loved how Tim Gunn fealt the need to explain that the dress was suppossed to strapless, and the one shoulder strap was placed there just in case there was a chance for any accidents! Thanks Timm Gunn! I also loved Joe Bidens wife, red coat and knee high boots, what a girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also love what Obama and Michelle represent not only as the President and 1st lady, but what they represent as a couple. I mean seriously you can see the love and its nice to see that they are a real married couple. I always feel like the President and his wife, no matter who they are have always been standoffish in front of the camera, and seriously its the year 2009, be a real married couple and show the world who you are! I loved how Obama said his wife has been working just as hard as he has, she has been doing it with him only better because she does it backwards and in Heels!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXdvDEeux7I/AAAAAAAABbM/ImtWfNKTBPw/s1600-h/eng_ball_gbs_BM_Bay_737474g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXdvDEeux7I/AAAAAAAABbM/ImtWfNKTBPw/s320/eng_ball_gbs_BM_Bay_737474g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293821985530234802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I didn't just get out of it that the wives of our President and Vice President, are fashionistas, but I did happen to get a sense that I wasn't the only excited person, I think me and the whole world were on the same page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXd1yO1Z-dI/AAAAAAAABbc/IVbjCXD5oSw/s1600-h/r275102_1161353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXd1yO1Z-dI/AAAAAAAABbc/IVbjCXD5oSw/s320/r275102_1161353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293829392833313234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXd1x4QvSPI/AAAAAAAABbU/-fZxuw28cdY/s1600-h/crowdspeech460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXd1x4QvSPI/AAAAAAAABbU/-fZxuw28cdY/s320/crowdspeech460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293829386773940466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great day, a great decision our nation has made, and I have said this before - Good Job America, Good Job! (thats the quote I am going to make famous Michelle!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel like this is what this country needed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little uniting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patriotism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which is something I don't think I have ever experienced!!! So I hope we will finally be "one nation" and stand together and come out from under this rock we have all been hiding under and fight the fight and pick ourselves up and try again, pull ourselves together and make it work.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think that my pop pop was looking for a change like this and I hope he knows we demanded change and we got it, and its a turning point for us as a whole nation and I can only hope that for as bright as the future does look, I hope it does shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6432051738829356731?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6432051738829356731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6432051738829356731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6432051738829356731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6432051738829356731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-nationgood-job-america-good-job.html' title='One Nation....Good Job America, Good Job!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXdp417XK1I/AAAAAAAABbE/pUdfSUtvfWA/s72-c/melissawmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4784477218221870836</id><published>2009-01-15T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:37:27.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look for the Karma ad in the Clipper!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXAOj5wZSjI/AAAAAAAABas/T9GsIkuY5qM/s1600-h/DSC_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXAOj5wZSjI/AAAAAAAABas/T9GsIkuY5qM/s320/DSC_4427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745572122348082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXAOjuG_2-I/AAAAAAAABak/Rps7clCNp5Y/s1600-h/DSC_4420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXAOjuG_2-I/AAAAAAAABak/Rps7clCNp5Y/s320/DSC_4420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745568995924962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never know who you might see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__PD_v92I/AAAAAAAABaU/UHj0jCINJUQ/s1600-h/DSC_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__PD_v92I/AAAAAAAABaU/UHj0jCINJUQ/s320/DSC_4426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728721419433826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__OzPD7QI/AAAAAAAABaM/DYRXB0GnjQQ/s1600-h/DSC_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__OzPD7QI/AAAAAAAABaM/DYRXB0GnjQQ/s320/DSC_4438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728716920253698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__OkZzdRI/AAAAAAAABaE/-tj-Z2h8vUU/s1600-h/DSC_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SW__OkZzdRI/AAAAAAAABaE/-tj-Z2h8vUU/s320/DSC_4422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291728712938779922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things got a little crazy after the ten million picures!!!!!!! But we will hav an ad coming out in "the clipper" I do not get this so if someone gets it let me see it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4784477218221870836?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4784477218221870836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4784477218221870836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4784477218221870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4784477218221870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-for-karma-ad-in-clipper.html' title='Look for the Karma ad in the Clipper!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SXAOj5wZSjI/AAAAAAAABas/T9GsIkuY5qM/s72-c/DSC_4427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6444055849527223134</id><published>2009-01-09T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:25:17.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendsetter? Please don't quit your day job!</title><content type='html'>I just have to continue sharing with you these pics that keep popping up on facebook! I am just cracking up picture after picture!!! IT GETS WORSE AND WORSE THOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg8K_M4XaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/KXl90fJ7VV4/s1600-h/n1381240987_30231335_2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg8K_M4XaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/KXl90fJ7VV4/s320/n1381240987_30231335_2193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289543921808465314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Shannon, Christine, Kathy, Farrah, myself , and Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say I did love my ponytails back then, I had a ton of hair and I loved making it so big, anymore I love it making it as cutting edge as possible, however I enjoy making your hair even better! you can get a glimpse here of my most favorite lipstick, It was wet n' wild and it was soooooo purple!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg5gwyh8KI/AAAAAAAABZs/C_zBaL101G0/s1600-h/n1381240987_30231329_742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg5gwyh8KI/AAAAAAAABZs/C_zBaL101G0/s320/n1381240987_30231329_742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289540997362086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me and my friend Colleen at her house, seriously could I get anymore clothes on my body? I am seriously rocking a mens button down, lace bottom leggings accompanied by a pair of mens New York  Mets boxer shorts and I def. have a pair of black patent dress shoes, accessorized by a square box purse, and a headband. Please note the head band in this picture also served as the ponytail holder in the first pic. I had a scrunchi fetish and I think it was because i needed five of them to hold all my hair and I loved the headband because it was like double duty, and better then a scrunchi!&lt;br /&gt;Yup all that for one day! And we were probably going to the mall!&lt;br /&gt;I never thought my parents had anthing to cringe over I always thought I was pretty simple, I take that back, I am truly the furthest thing from simple, and I don't think I can ever refer to myself as simple, I have alwas been HIGH MAINTENANCE, and there is no denying it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg5g6AtASI/AAAAAAAABZk/IoThOzncEDs/s1600-h/n1381240987_30231331_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg5g6AtASI/AAAAAAAABZk/IoThOzncEDs/s320/n1381240987_30231331_1225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289540999837450530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was AnnMarie, Lisa Mandi, and Me&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much feel like I have always been "in the know" shall we say, and SOMETIMES NOW i feel when it comes to those who are like 15-20, I have lost touch, They think I am clueless. Well in 1992 when someone took this picture I think they wanted me to see I wasn't always so "in the know" even though I thought I was. I mean com on, why didn't someone sit me down and say ,"HEY, YOU NEED YOUR EYEBROWS WAXED!" I had no idea??? I look like a puppet, like Ber and Ernie, with caterpillars above my eyes!!! Seriously, why didn't i know? But at least I have a grip now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love this walk down Memory Lane, thanks to old friends and Facebook, for reminding me of the wild child that lives inside me, I know she is still there, and now I know why I am who I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6444055849527223134?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6444055849527223134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6444055849527223134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6444055849527223134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6444055849527223134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/01/trendsetter-please-dont-quit-your-day.html' title='Trendsetter? Please don&apos;t quit your day job!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWg8K_M4XaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/KXl90fJ7VV4/s72-c/n1381240987_30231335_2193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5930055030449943281</id><published>2009-01-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:23:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Hair Hero" had the biggest hair in all the land...</title><content type='html'>Wow so far this year has brought up a whole lot, today someone referred to me as the "Hair Hero" I thank them a whole lot and I appreciate the honorary title, however it only may be true in some ways. Today was seriously great, in so many crazy and weird ways. &lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?? &lt;br /&gt;WARNING!!!!! This may turn into an emotional roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;Well late last night I was checking my "myspace" and I got a message from an old high school friend Kim, who I went to Villa with. This was a private high school I went to freshmen and sophmore year, after that I went to Pennsbury for all kinds of reasons, but for real I will never know exactly why?&lt;br /&gt;We make poor choices in life all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I begged my parents, I pleaded for Public School, I felt as though it was an unfair world if they didn't allow me to experience public school. &lt;br /&gt;FOR WHAT?? That is the best question of my life. See when I look back at those Villa days, there was nothing wrong at all. I traded in everything my mom wanted me to get out of it, which was true friendships, a good education, and probably what could have been really the best days of my life with the best friends that I once had. I was selfish, I thought she was trying to keep me in a bubble, and trying to keep from experience, and I guess I was looking to experience everything all my grade school friends were experiencing, and they weren't shipped off on hour bus rides to school. I traded all that in for every day dress down day (and let me tell you that was the biggest pain ever), an earlier dismissal minus the hour long bus ride, for a junior year spent making friends with the wrong friends, school fights, ISS, and learning the true meaning of outsider. See, I had friends in Pennsbury, real friends that I knew before I even went there but none of them were in my classes, I may have passed them in the halls once a month, the school was huge, some people couldn't be my friend once I got there because they had girlfriends that wouldn't have it or they were in some big click that conflicted with their friendship with me. I didn't grow up in that school system with those Pennsbury kids and my Junior Year was lonely. Plus try having a first day of school where you totally realize that your so called boyfriend has another girlfriend who happens to be a senior at your new school, and everyone you meet knows it and then tells you about it. Trust me it was like the world caving in on me all at once. But this is what I begged for, and my mom said one day you will regret this, and that thought has hovered over me since, but today the day actually arrived. My mom was right and I finally can say I regret it, and if I could relive it knowing what I know now, I would change it...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Facebook, connected me with so many people, people who I loved and had a lot of fun with. I saw pictures of all the stuff I was a part of and then of all the stuff I missed out on.  I snagged some pics I was tagged in just so I could share with you, because not only did they crack me up, seriously with the biggest smile ever, but also they made me tear a little, and they made me remember sooo much stuff I was so willing to forget and I have no idea why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I spilled orange wet n' wild nail polish on my friend Veronica's white furniture, and that her mom had a cow?  Did you know that my friend Colleen's basement was the place to be and I was always there?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that, that 1 hour bus ride on the short bus, yes I had to ride a little bus, a little bus that made me cry the first day of school when I realized i had to get on it and the paperboy was sitting at the bus stop with me making fun of me, that same bus that I complained about that backed my reasons to leave, was probably the best two hours of my life every day. I spent that bus ride with some amazing friends, Gina and Erika. That same bus, got us more snow days then we probably deserved, broke down more times then I could count and made us late sooo much and we had the oddest bus drivers. The one bus driver even let us smoke 1 cigarette on the way into school. So seriously it was the strangest thing, but looking back it was something I would relive and something I havn't thought about in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know one time our bus did make it to school on time and the school had a two hour delay and a few of us fell asleep in the gym on the stage behind the curtains?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I used the mens room in the gym sometimes, because there were no men in the school, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;Did you now I would get in line for confession and never go into the confessional, but I wasn't the only one!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I was in talent shows, I was a cheerleader and we had to use the lacross teams uniforms, and that my mom saved our winter date dance, when school decided to cancel it, and I will never forget how nervous I was handing that letter into Sister Elaine, and how happy I was when she let us attend the Ghost Date Dance in place of ours?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I bought a Cherry 7up every day for the ride home and a hot pocket every day at lunch, and I always quarters in my locker because I was always forgetting my name tag, and needed to buy a temporary one for a quarter like every day?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know when it was someones birthday everyone brought in a bow with ribbons attached to it and you had to wear them all day pinned to your uniform, it was fun especially when you recieved a lot! &lt;br /&gt;Do you know what Kilt pin is? (A Villa girl does because without one your uniform skirt was not closed)&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I once fell asleep in the library while I was writing and someone snapped a pic of it, and it ended up in the yearbook?&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS MY POINT IS that I havn't thought about this stuff in a long time, and I wish I had thought about it all before I chose to leave it all behind, because I did leave it all behind and I didn't look back really until TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some pics of me and my friends from that forgotten left behind time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNJKf6tkI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qdf_HG7mMI/s1600-h/n532223685_1182373_5821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNJKf6tkI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qdf_HG7mMI/s320/n532223685_1182373_5821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287310782365349442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNJH1xQeI/AAAAAAAABZU/CMo07Vl-kUs/s1600-h/n532223685_1182371_5187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNJH1xQeI/AAAAAAAABZU/CMo07Vl-kUs/s320/n532223685_1182371_5187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287310781651698146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNI0i5raI/AAAAAAAABZM/S3tgJKpop7c/s1600-h/n532223685_1182375_6517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNI0i5raI/AAAAAAAABZM/S3tgJKpop7c/s320/n532223685_1182375_6517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287310776472284578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNIs4x2oI/AAAAAAAABZE/reoqdrb4O7A/s1600-h/n532223685_1182374_6144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNIs4x2oI/AAAAAAAABZE/reoqdrb4O7A/s320/n532223685_1182374_6144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287310774416562818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNIX7wfyI/AAAAAAAABY8/L00Q7782a4U/s1600-h/n1381240987_30220865_7993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNIX7wfyI/AAAAAAAABY8/L00Q7782a4U/s320/n1381240987_30220865_7993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287310768791912226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are hysterical and for their sake I will accept the title "Hair Hero", I know we all had big hair, but I always sem to push the envelope. &lt;br /&gt;I love that I can tell these old friends that I have missed them, and I love that I can know who they are now, and share my life with them too, and maybe I can realize that this was the way it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to know them then and find them now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5930055030449943281?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5930055030449943281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5930055030449943281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5930055030449943281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5930055030449943281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-hero-had-biggest-hair-in-all-land.html' title='The &quot;Hair Hero&quot; had the biggest hair in all the land...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SWBNJKf6tkI/AAAAAAAABZc/4qdf_HG7mMI/s72-c/n532223685_1182373_5821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-171185584673989592</id><published>2008-12-30T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:52:59.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I mourn the death of my Pink CD'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVwrw-FzxCI/AAAAAAAABY0/hF6EkbPt5Mg/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVwrw-FzxCI/AAAAAAAABY0/hF6EkbPt5Mg/s320/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286148182927197218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I celebrated my 30th Birthday my then fiance, bought me my first real, as oppossed to knock off's, pair of Christian Dior Sunglasses, they were pink and they were perfect. I truley treasured them more then any purse or pair of shoes or pair of jeans that I have ever owned. (I am not lying, I promise this is the truth, however my second treasure are my Betsey Johnson shoes!)Today the sun was finally shining, I reached into my purse and pulled them out and the poor things,they were missing an arm. It was tragic, the arm was actually severed at the metal, no screw could possiblly repair them, they were just old and weak, and today they died. Not sure what I will do - I googled them and found the same ones on clearance at Dellamoda.com. I just don't know if it will be the same, maybe I need to move on and learn to love something else, the problem is everything I want to love is more then $300, and its not worth it for something that could just break so easily. My CD's and I have been through soooo much together, turning 30, long drives esp. to Florida and Back, my wedding, sooo many mile stones, so many memories, and the fact that I did not ever once loose them is just a miracle in itself.&lt;br /&gt;Strangest thing is I previously purchased Christian Dior "Black Diamonds" nail polish and I just feel like Christian Dior himself said if you want this nail polish you'll have to forget the pink CD's. Karma is really so strange.&lt;br /&gt;So now just one last walk down memory lane to reminisce the good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVqUmHM3OKI/AAAAAAAABYs/Xzt_CT47kVA/s1600-h/bachelorette19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVqUmHM3OKI/AAAAAAAABYs/Xzt_CT47kVA/s320/bachelorette19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285700495161637026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-171185584673989592?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/171185584673989592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=171185584673989592' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/171185584673989592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/171185584673989592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-mourn-death-of-my-pink-cds.html' title='Today I mourn the death of my Pink CD&apos;S'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVwrw-FzxCI/AAAAAAAABY0/hF6EkbPt5Mg/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6656461845511791074</id><published>2008-12-28T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:01:05.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories....Don't Stop Believing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVfEx5cPwvI/AAAAAAAABYk/IYx10ib1OJI/s1600-h/DSC_3445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVfEx5cPwvI/AAAAAAAABYk/IYx10ib1OJI/s320/DSC_3445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284909049254494962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas Day Molly wanted to see "Marley and Me", well her argument that day was that movies were open, there was no DJ on Q102, but the movie theatre was open! These are things that are making me feel like she is getting so mature, she has a favorite radio station, she likes hip hop and real rap (which she lets the word gangsta slip out when asking to hear real rap every now and then?) and she is very selective about what station on the radio she is listening too!&lt;br /&gt;Well look the she got some shirts with the thumb holes and she did figure out how to put her own thumb holes in shirts that didn't come with them! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;She kills me because on Saturday when I got out of work I gave her a call to see if she wanted to go to see "Marley and Me", she said yes I do but there is another movie"Bedtime Stories" and then she described every minute of the previews to me in a 15 minute span of time without taking a breath and she even managed to include her own laugh in the midst of describing the funny parts! This is the same kid who 3 months ago would just sit on the phone and breathe, but now her conversation skills are extremely improving and I have to tell you I love it! She has always been a little drummer marching to her own beat but now she is trying to get people to march with her and it just makes me sooooo happy that she has soooo much to say. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Katie went and picked her up and she was soooo excited she was wearing her new DC Sneakers and she was excited to be going. The movie was great, it was really funny and perfect for kids!!! I was a little hesitant with Adam Sandler but it was a good movie and she absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was over the credits were rolling to the tune of "Don't stop believing" by Journey, me and Katie started singing, &lt;br /&gt;"Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;She took the midnight train goin anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;Molly looks at us and then she immediately turns around away from us...&lt;br /&gt;We then belted it out maybe even a little louder then the previous time,&lt;br /&gt;"Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit&lt;br /&gt;He took the midnight train goin anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;No one in the theatre paid us any mind, and Molly was looking at us like we were nuts, people were piling out and we were singing, like for real singing!&lt;br /&gt;"A singer in a smokey room&lt;br /&gt;A smell of wine and cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a smile they can share the night&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard"&lt;br /&gt;She got all nervous with embarrassment, she was telling people who were walking by we were crazy, she was trying to plead with us, no one is here anymore, the movie is over, really guys we can go now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now you know that we didn't let up it was soooo cute that she was embarrassed. This is the kind of stuff my parents would do to me, and again I always thought they were strange and now I realize they were just having fun, and it was fun embarrassing her and seeing her get embarrassed, I love that she has this little cool image that she is trying to maintain in font of the world, and I love that she was smiling the whole time we sang. We left the theatre singing and she was cracking up telling everyone we were crazy, then we left went to Nifty Fifties and she played in the arcade after dinner for a little more then an hour.&lt;br /&gt;She had fun, and I was glad its been awhile since we had a really good time, like its been since the days of Sesame Place that we had fun together, and its been so long too!!! When we dropped her off at home she didn't want us to leave she wanted us to sleep over and see everything in her room, all her clothes and all her webkins, and it really was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I have one thing to leave you with ....&lt;br /&gt;"Dont stop believing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a theme song for my life some times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6656461845511791074?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6656461845511791074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6656461845511791074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6656461845511791074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6656461845511791074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedtime-storiesdont-stop-believing.html' title='Bedtime Stories....Don&apos;t Stop Believing!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVfEx5cPwvI/AAAAAAAABYk/IYx10ib1OJI/s72-c/DSC_3445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4140820499090188671</id><published>2008-12-28T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:23:49.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day....</title><content type='html'>Theses are just a few pics I took on Christmas Day, This day was just as hectic as the day before however the details are not fun more like boring, spent the day cleaning, and running...Sounds like the greatest Christmas ever right! &lt;br /&gt;Well this is Bailey and I love the faces that she makes. Seriously Bailey has the most beautiful long eye lashes and she makes the simplest of faces, she doesn't carry on crying she just sheds a tear, she doesn't carry on laughing she just cracks a smile, she is soooo cute, I mean really she is just adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe8ehsOxAI/AAAAAAAABYc/ieBo-D-8y7M/s1600-h/DSC_3524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe8ehsOxAI/AAAAAAAABYc/ieBo-D-8y7M/s320/DSC_3524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899920368550914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her face here, seriously could she get any cuter, Jeff was trying so hard to get her to laugh or warm up to him, and this is just how she looked, like she just wasn't going to give in at all, no matter what!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe7w2QrbcI/AAAAAAAABYU/D2siD_xNouU/s1600-h/DSC_3527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe7w2QrbcI/AAAAAAAABYU/D2siD_xNouU/s320/DSC_3527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899135616150978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim put his hat on her and she looked adorable, it did't even bother her at all. Anyway she looked so cute in the hat and I think she liked it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe66XNqbxI/AAAAAAAABYM/CouMN32X4NY/s1600-h/DSC_3486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe66XNqbxI/AAAAAAAABYM/CouMN32X4NY/s320/DSC_3486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898199569067794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe65aiNMgI/AAAAAAAABX8/0jipSscruGw/s1600-h/DSC_3488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe65aiNMgI/AAAAAAAABX8/0jipSscruGw/s320/DSC_3488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898183280669186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has a little angel face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe65jJdoHI/AAAAAAAABYE/nWJJ2jedOJc/s1600-h/DSC_3479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe65jJdoHI/AAAAAAAABYE/nWJJ2jedOJc/s320/DSC_3479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898185592807538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all day of getting warmed up to us she finally started talking a little, not too much just the little yes here and there, and then Ian got her to crack up a little with some tickling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe5g5sZV4I/AAAAAAAABX0/EP7xAcIaYIw/s1600-h/DSC_3460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe5g5sZV4I/AAAAAAAABX0/EP7xAcIaYIw/s320/DSC_3460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284896662636550018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe5gnFQMfI/AAAAAAAABXs/DF2z9jIhKLQ/s1600-h/DSC_3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe5gnFQMfI/AAAAAAAABXs/DF2z9jIhKLQ/s320/DSC_3458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284896657640534514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some random shots of the family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe37PVIrWI/AAAAAAAABXc/dKsK4o1NT7c/s1600-h/DSC_3446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe37PVIrWI/AAAAAAAABXc/dKsK4o1NT7c/s320/DSC_3446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894916097912162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeff just messing around, wait til I show you the "Betch" t-shirt he got me, its hysterical because I got him a Perez Hilton Shirt, thats says "shiteous" We are crazy!!!! I got Kaie an Ed Hardy T-shirt and I have no idea why I wasn't taking pics of this stuff!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe36u5xaCI/AAAAAAAABXU/MC_lLn3bpWw/s1600-h/DSC_3451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe36u5xaCI/AAAAAAAABXU/MC_lLn3bpWw/s320/DSC_3451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894907393206306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly got some Blendy Pens and and airbrush tool for her Blendy Pens, she seems so mature to me this year, and I love it, a little bit, I love that she is more pleasant and happy, and she isn't crying about things and getting soo mad, but thats great she can stop growing now I would love to keep her just like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2o66GuQI/AAAAAAAABXM/vAx4RFeQC1M/s1600-h/DSC_3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2o66GuQI/AAAAAAAABXM/vAx4RFeQC1M/s320/DSC_3442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284893501866555650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2oOJOLbI/AAAAAAAABXE/Cm1nA392_LM/s1600-h/DSC_3440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2oOJOLbI/AAAAAAAABXE/Cm1nA392_LM/s320/DSC_3440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284893489850363314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Chrissy are finally maturing too!!! Hahahaha!!! Thank Goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2nu4mWVI/AAAAAAAABW8/WZdKFcsMaaI/s1600-h/DSC_3441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2nu4mWVI/AAAAAAAABW8/WZdKFcsMaaI/s320/DSC_3441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284893481459145042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2neKK0MI/AAAAAAAABW0/BGmqQFA1Zp0/s1600-h/DSC_3438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2neKK0MI/AAAAAAAABW0/BGmqQFA1Zp0/s320/DSC_3438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284893476969435330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can depend on Katie for a good smile!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2mo-3-PI/AAAAAAAABWs/Tf06ExQOlT8/s1600-h/DSC_3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe2mo-3-PI/AAAAAAAABWs/Tf06ExQOlT8/s320/DSC_3437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284893462694983922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day really came and went too soon. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4140820499090188671?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4140820499090188671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4140820499090188671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4140820499090188671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4140820499090188671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVe8ehsOxAI/AAAAAAAABYc/ieBo-D-8y7M/s72-c/DSC_3524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1658716746818698946</id><published>2008-12-25T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:45:25.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bah Humbug", no thats too strong cause it is my favorite holiday....</title><content type='html'>....BUT ALL THIS YEARS BEEN A BUSY BLUR DON'T THINK I HAVE THE ENERGY....  &lt;br /&gt;so finally finished my Christmas shopping Christmas eve, 3 jobs and a family crisis don't really mix well together at Christmas, what can I say, you do what you can, and you just keep going...I worked til a little after 1, then I hit the mall, Best Buy, Kohls, and then the whole world was closed, I had no wrapping paper so I was driving everywhere searching and then the lights were still on at the Big K, Please don't be shocked, as I was totally freaked out, its been a long time since I was in a freaking KMart, but hey the lights were on and they were crowded!&lt;br /&gt;So as I wandered around the Christmas wrapping department, and it ht me - I still need things, so this was it last chance do or die, so I had to make a few purchases from KMart...its ok they were toys and movies and last minute crap that I probably didn't need they weren't makers or breakers of anyones Christmas, but still I fealt the need, and so finally at 7:40 pm, I am pulling out of KMart thinking I really do hope I didn't forget anyone....&lt;br /&gt;So Home I go wih all my bags in tow, and knowing i had to be at Aunt Kits, also now known as Mom Mom because her first grandchild was born on this very Christmas Eve Day, Sorry I digress, I had planned to be there by 7 so this was a major setback for me! Anyway, I go home grab a few of the gifts I need for the Christmas Eve celebration at her house, and I needed to be there to grab Molly because I was her ride home for the evening!&lt;br /&gt;Soooo Anway, get to Aunt Kits like 8:15 deliver a few presents hang out and before I know it, its 10:15pm, ok grab Molly get her together, drive her to her dads, in the meantime my phone dies, my dads car battery dies and he needs a jump, and he is trying to track me down, someone else rescues him, thank goodness, because I didn't get home til 11:40, ya you heard that and what faces me at home, 50 bags of Christmas Presents that need to be wrapped.....Lord please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   ...TO ADD TO MY ALREADY MAD RUSH, BECAUSE ITS 'TIS THE SEASON THE PERFECT GIFT FOR ME WOULD BE....&lt;br /&gt;anything Ed Hardy (and some sleep, but beggers cant be choosers right!) Ok so back to the mounds of wrapping that needed to be done,  so my husband and I start wrapping, The tv was on and its midnight mass at the Vatican, and before I know it I am praying and reciting the mass out loud along with the translater,  while I wrap, Billy must have been tired to because he didn't even realize what I was doing and he didn't even care about what was on the tv which is usually priority for him! So have way through the priests part of the "Our Father", I said can we please put something else on because I am actually annoying myself, I think the thoughts in my head,the constant wrapping the Roman Catholic voice in one language, the translaters voice in another, and the dictating coming from myself were all too much for me at this point. I felt a little robotic?!&lt;br /&gt;So then before I knew it, it was 3 am, I was done wrapping, plugged i my phone, got a few text messages and started texting Gessika back andto my amazement she text me back, she was awake too! Finally Billy said lets exchange gifts now, I said ok without hesitation and then everything I was opening was ending up on my body, and this is the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR1TGdWfpI/AAAAAAAABWc/X5Ou9GFbFog/s1600-h/DSC_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR1TGdWfpI/AAAAAAAABWc/X5Ou9GFbFog/s320/DSC_3396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283977233824120466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR0NcrOFtI/AAAAAAAABWM/4fnqXB1LAs8/s1600-h/DSC_3408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR0NcrOFtI/AAAAAAAABWM/4fnqXB1LAs8/s320/DSC_3408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283976037197027026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR0Myjb6cI/AAAAAAAABWE/oChkqm6MvA0/s1600-h/DSC_3410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR0Myjb6cI/AAAAAAAABWE/oChkqm6MvA0/s320/DSC_3410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283976025890089410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     ...LAST YEAR SKI SHOP, ENCOUNTER MOST INTERESTING....&lt;br /&gt;so this is what you get when you give a girl all she wants for Christmas, at 3:30 am and she is soooo most overtired, its almost like worse then drunk dana, well actually its way worse, because I put on from head to toe, my new Ed Hardy hat, with my new pj bottoms, with my new 5 inch Jessica Simpson boots and just to add some flair I decided it would be most appropriate to dance around holding Billy's new ed Hardy boxers, which his response to these is soooo classic. He opens everything and he asks me why I chose to need all this Ed Hard stuff, and decided to buy him something that no one will see, I see his point and I just had to laugh out loud!!! It was so cute and he was soooo right, why did I get him Ed Hardy boxers? Because, thats all I could find in his size and I had to get him something, no t-shirts in his size anywhere, I even stalked 2 different TJ maxx stores and ya see if I walked into a TJ maxx, ya know I was searching! (Nothing against Tj I just hate to dig for things, I need organization and neatly placed items displayed to me so I feel entyced to make a purchase, I know I am seriously crazy, I like everything spelled out for me, one time I begged a Macy's shoe salesman to take shoes off a mannequin for me, and he told me no, and I pleaded and finally he told me ok, I had to wait 3 days because those things are screwed into the floor and the merchandise doesn't just come off, hey I got the shoes I wanted, but if they werent displayed like that it wouldn't have created a need for me to have them! I know someone out there gets what I am saying, lol) &lt;br /&gt;                    ...SO DECK THOSE HALLS TRIM THOSE TREES, RAISE UP CUPS OF CHRISTMAS CHEER, I JUST NEED TO CATCH MY   &lt;br /&gt;                    BREATH, (because I do not want) CHRISTMAS BY MYSELF THIS YEAR....&lt;br /&gt;so its off to bed I go and I take one last look at the Christmas Cards I didn't get in the mail, and thank everyone for the cards they sent to us, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR54tXxHYI/AAAAAAAABWk/HxqiFr7sw_4/s1600-h/DSC_3389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR54tXxHYI/AAAAAAAABWk/HxqiFr7sw_4/s320/DSC_3389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283982277971352962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can feel the crankiness coming out in me. I am hoping for a good night sleep, but the fact that I have to get up early to clean doesn't make it seem to promising. I piled the gifts up where I meant to put the tree, but ya there was no time this year, so really its ok with me! We have never worked so much as we have this year, I am just hoping you can all deal with the crazy Christmas we are having! &lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep now!!!&lt;br /&gt;                  ...MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;                  I HOPE I DON'T MISS THIS ONE THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;(i know, i just changed the words because they worked better for me, merry christmas!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1658716746818698946?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1658716746818698946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1658716746818698946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1658716746818698946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1658716746818698946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug-no-thats-too-strong-cause-it.html' title='&quot;Bah Humbug&quot;, no thats too strong cause it is my favorite holiday....'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SVR1TGdWfpI/AAAAAAAABWc/X5Ou9GFbFog/s72-c/DSC_3396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-4577179291044924486</id><published>2008-12-19T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:55:58.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Phillies,Steelers,Pixos,Ugg Day with a Nascar Cake on top!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago was Molly's 9th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid and just looking at her makes me smile and laugh and cry all at one time.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is one I have watched grow since the minute she was born. That little peanut at almost 5 pounds instantly became my little sidekick and she is still a peanut even if she is 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;This year she wished for some webkins, a Phillies hat, shirts that have holes for your thumbs (apparently this comes in handy so you look cool when your riding your skateboard), a steelers jersey for every player on the starting line up, anything Nascar Kasey Kahne, and real ugg boots.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I got her??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyQWtj5b8I/AAAAAAAABV8/lJIY3ECWeNE/s1600-h/DSC_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyQWtj5b8I/AAAAAAAABV8/lJIY3ECWeNE/s320/DSC_2241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281755182860431298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like she is a mirror image of all the people in her life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyQWK7CqJI/AAAAAAAABV0/QY_S9ehthvM/s1600-h/DSC_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyQWK7CqJI/AAAAAAAABV0/QY_S9ehthvM/s320/DSC_2227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281755173562263698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little bit of all of us in her, somehow I reflect most in the feet, but being the shoe fanatic that i am I will take that as a compliment!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heck I am just exited to be in there somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPRCG4vdI/AAAAAAAABVs/vVMZmBLeLcI/s1600-h/DSC_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPRCG4vdI/AAAAAAAABVs/vVMZmBLeLcI/s320/DSC_2212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281753985785052626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she makes a face....&lt;br /&gt;I see a face that Kevin or Sean made when they were little....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQowZjCI/AAAAAAAABVk/rIscnSURc8Q/s1600-h/DSC_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQowZjCI/AAAAAAAABVk/rIscnSURc8Q/s320/DSC_2211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281753978979847202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are deff Sean faces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQcLV94I/AAAAAAAABVc/R-OavjOXePA/s1600-h/DSC_2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQcLV94I/AAAAAAAABVc/R-OavjOXePA/s320/DSC_2202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281753975603197826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQAiKZ9I/AAAAAAAABVU/9IPmtJI0DZU/s1600-h/DSC_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyPQAiKZ9I/AAAAAAAABVU/9IPmtJI0DZU/s320/DSC_2209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281753968182716370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing up so much and she does things like tell me a joke that I used to tell in 5th grade and she thinks its brand new and I act like its the funniest thing I ever heard, and it makes me feel sooooo old!!!!!! And it makes me think, I remember this, I remember feeling cool and thinking I was telling my parents and family new things, and now I think I realize they already heard it too, but they made me feel like I was entertaining them with something new too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOBScceoI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOm1XKZH9mo/s1600-h/DSC_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOBScceoI/AAAAAAAABVE/hOm1XKZH9mo/s320/DSC_2196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752615780907650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOBLNds2I/AAAAAAAABU8/uxYF7dMSyiY/s1600-h/DSC_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOBLNds2I/AAAAAAAABU8/uxYF7dMSyiY/s320/DSC_2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752613839024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOA9WmNtI/AAAAAAAABU0/72XTilqRK7g/s1600-h/DSC_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOA9WmNtI/AAAAAAAABU0/72XTilqRK7g/s320/DSC_2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752610119235282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOAkDwwlI/AAAAAAAABUs/N8xX3fuHOoI/s1600-h/DSC_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOAkDwwlI/AAAAAAAABUs/N8xX3fuHOoI/s320/DSC_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752603329348178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOAbrbxOI/AAAAAAAABUk/feWYAAOlY2o/s1600-h/DSC_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyOAbrbxOI/AAAAAAAABUk/feWYAAOlY2o/s320/DSC_2160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281752601079825634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I guess life is full circle...and I guess I know what has yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that makes me happy but it doesn't make me sad either, well maybe it actually makes me both. But here she is being 9 years old whether its typical or not I don't care she is deff. expressing herself and I can only encourage that she does so with nothing but a smile on her face and that will be fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could celebrate the numbers backwards because sometimes I miss that little demanding baby who refused to wear shoes, and the toddler who imitated me smoking a cigarette so well it got me in trouble, and that little girl who danced around the backyard in her d's and refused to wear a shirt because her brothers didn't have to, and all though she may wish I didn't remember these things one day, these are the things she will forever be famous for in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Molly Bean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-4577179291044924486?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/4577179291044924486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=4577179291044924486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4577179291044924486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/4577179291044924486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-philliessteelerspixosugg-day-with.html' title='Happy Phillies,Steelers,Pixos,Ugg Day with a Nascar Cake on top!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUyQWtj5b8I/AAAAAAAABV8/lJIY3ECWeNE/s72-c/DSC_2241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7208334006812913913</id><published>2008-12-17T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:30:43.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I would publicly thank my husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUnaMWwO7CI/AAAAAAAABUc/BBn9OE4lPgk/s1600-h/Photo+4.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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUnaMWwO7CI/AAAAAAAABUc/BBn9OE4lPgk/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991943869787170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my new macbook!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I can blog from anywhere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;...and as long as you sit at the macbook we can take pics from anywhere too!! Camera free!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so much to the best husband in the world!!!! &lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7208334006812913913?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7208334006812913913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7208334006812913913' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7208334006812913913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7208334006812913913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-thought-i-would-publicly-thank-my.html' title='Just thought I would publicly thank my husband...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUnaMWwO7CI/AAAAAAAABUc/BBn9OE4lPgk/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-8020166629317332630</id><published>2008-12-16T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:40:11.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refining the new do!</title><content type='html'>Well I think I am finally satisfied with the new haircut!!!! &lt;br /&gt;It takes awhile and a lot of refining when I get my haircut but here it is the final finished product!!! I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is when my hair is so short - and this is the first time its ever been this short, I feel the need to clean it up once a week so lets see if I can handle the growing, seriously a smidge of new growth feels like 5 inches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUeTFD2jcWI/AAAAAAAABUM/0DDDDK8ltPI/s1600-h/DSC_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUeTFD2jcWI/AAAAAAAABUM/0DDDDK8ltPI/s320/DSC_2840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280350803257946466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM??? Maybe I should have taken a picture of the back so you could see how short and cute it is! That probably would have been a great idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-8020166629317332630?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/8020166629317332630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=8020166629317332630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8020166629317332630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8020166629317332630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/refining-new-do.html' title='Refining the new do!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SUeTFD2jcWI/AAAAAAAABUM/0DDDDK8ltPI/s72-c/DSC_2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5417092253366533975</id><published>2008-12-09T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:06:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last call from Pensacola Beach ! Last overload!!!</title><content type='html'>Well here is Round 2 from McGuires, we couldn't leave my dad hanging and so we had to take him!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qiNeryI/AAAAAAAABUE/ClzuCeLsnfk/s1600-h/DSC_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qiNeryI/AAAAAAAABUE/ClzuCeLsnfk/s320/DSC_1921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005089248653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qSDFwmI/AAAAAAAABT8/-xMDBfAsNQg/s1600-h/DSC_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qSDFwmI/AAAAAAAABT8/-xMDBfAsNQg/s320/DSC_1924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005084910109282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there is 1/2 million hanging on the walls and the menu even tells you how many $1 bills they take down each year to pay taxes. Its a neat concept, from now on anyone who visits my house please sign a dollar and we will tape it to the wall and see how many we have in a few years! HAHAHA JUST KIDDING that many people do not come to my house! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qJElCNI/AAAAAAAABT0/m4h6h80BooY/s1600-h/DSC_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qJElCNI/AAAAAAAABT0/m4h6h80BooY/s320/DSC_1923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005082500434130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89phuHb8I/AAAAAAAABTs/14FVBPRKgmg/s1600-h/DSC_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89phuHb8I/AAAAAAAABTs/14FVBPRKgmg/s320/DSC_1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005071937236930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89pRUu8DI/AAAAAAAABTk/1aliAlnR7YI/s1600-h/DSC_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89pRUu8DI/AAAAAAAABTk/1aliAlnR7YI/s320/DSC_1910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005067535806514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87Wf_zciI/AAAAAAAABSw/OgvwhumdXtY/s1600-h/DSC_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87Wf_zciI/AAAAAAAABSw/OgvwhumdXtY/s320/DSC_1916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278002546033783330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87WCzQL8I/AAAAAAAABSo/MW4mHJoKt9w/s1600-h/DSC_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87WCzQL8I/AAAAAAAABSo/MW4mHJoKt9w/s320/DSC_1918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278002538196512706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87V1CoI6I/AAAAAAAABSg/4vSCKonLOTw/s1600-h/DSC_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87V1CoI6I/AAAAAAAABSg/4vSCKonLOTw/s320/DSC_1934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278002534502900642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not sure if Kyle is just really bored or embarrassed because apparently from the pictures here and below I get a little crazy with my face making skills when the kid is with us. Poor guy, I bet he is thinking "this is what happens to cool people, they get real wierd"!!! Actually he was being pretty silly too, I actually do have pics where he is smiling!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87Vn_k4XI/AAAAAAAABSY/nljy92iM3-U/s1600-h/DSC_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST87Vn_k4XI/AAAAAAAABSY/nljy92iM3-U/s320/DSC_1935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278002531000443250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT look at his face right there in the backround - I have to be honest I can't even be held responsible for myself in this picture I am not sure what is even goin on here!!! I get a little carried away sometimes I guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86FzbkynI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OhIOcWthCiA/s1600-h/DSC_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86FzbkynI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OhIOcWthCiA/s320/DSC_1906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001159681133170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then again I like this pic, and there he is smiling!!! I really do like this picture and I also wanted to prove to some people I am not the only person who takes pictures with their finger in front of the flash!!! HAHAHA!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember the name of this resteraunt or I would tell you all about it!! But it was nice I got the best broiled Talapia, scallops, and shrimp ever!!! And I also ordered a Pomegrante Martini, and the waiter brought me a Pomagrante Mojito, and I took a sip and nearly died, and the waiter said how do you like that Mojito, and I said Oh I don't like it at all, prob because I like Pomegrant Martinis! So he fixed it for me - Thank goodness! On our way down here I got a Pomegrant Martini at Ruby Tuesdays and they make it with Saki, well that was the grossest thing ever - I am def not a fan of Saki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86Fp0hTTI/AAAAAAAABSI/hlEchElC_yc/s1600-h/DSC_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86Fp0hTTI/AAAAAAAABSI/hlEchElC_yc/s320/DSC_1905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001157101407538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Billy, he is trying to get in on the face making skills too!! HAHAHA Not really, I think he is just in Dana overload and sometimes he cannot believe the things that happen when we are all out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86FZUuqKI/AAAAAAAABSA/NwGEvAxcm40/s1600-h/DSC_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86FZUuqKI/AAAAAAAABSA/NwGEvAxcm40/s320/DSC_1903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001152673097890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha caught another Kyle smile!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86ExYJeSI/AAAAAAAABR4/HFAvU-PPkwc/s1600-h/DSC_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86ExYJeSI/AAAAAAAABR4/HFAvU-PPkwc/s320/DSC_1898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001141950019874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go - here is a pic of my parents enjoying themselves at the infamous nameless resteraunt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86En-QGSI/AAAAAAAABRw/brnNaSgsMHk/s1600-h/DSC_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST86En-QGSI/AAAAAAAABRw/brnNaSgsMHk/s320/DSC_1899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278001139425483042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it, last call for Pensacola Beach pics. Billy and Kyle hung out taking a lot of pics of the beach and stuff and of Kyle! The three of us went to the mall the one night and then we went for milkshakes. We were all kind of just chillin together our last few days. I loved it when we were hanging around the one day and Kyle was like "Hey where is Billy" and I told him he was golfing, and he said oh I am surprised he likes to golf he just seems so tough, and I can't believe that i never knew how much fun he was.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was about the sweetest thing ever - Even though he might not think it I felt like that was Kyles way of saying even though you guys are 30 something your still pretty cool, and I actually like you! &lt;br /&gt;Well just for sake we love ya kid, and your pretty cool yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84mdrluLI/AAAAAAAABRg/TnbRNUsoKb4/s1600-h/DSC_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84mdrluLI/AAAAAAAABRg/TnbRNUsoKb4/s320/DSC_1707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277999521755150514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84l2R_4fI/AAAAAAAABRY/V6HjK2f9GfU/s1600-h/DSC_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84l2R_4fI/AAAAAAAABRY/V6HjK2f9GfU/s320/DSC_1656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277999511178830322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84m_bMtII/AAAAAAAABRo/esG1RA-8aEE/s1600-h/DSC_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST84m_bMtII/AAAAAAAABRo/esG1RA-8aEE/s320/DSC_1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277999530813207682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dirt squirt - oh ya thats what we call the jeep, this was its parking spot, heavy sigh,Its last little stop at the palm trees on the beach!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5417092253366533975?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5417092253366533975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5417092253366533975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5417092253366533975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5417092253366533975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-call-from-pensacola-beach-last.html' title='Last call from Pensacola Beach ! Last overload!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/ST89qiNeryI/AAAAAAAABUE/ClzuCeLsnfk/s72-c/DSC_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5043711221665705143</id><published>2008-12-07T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:21:14.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord!!!!!!!!! WARNING: This is a long one!</title><content type='html'>Sooo we will start with the getting ready!!! Olivia cane down to get her hair and make up done first and from that moment forward I was on a roll and by the time it was ceremony time everyone was ready to roll and beatiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zeGNx5I/AAAAAAAABNs/v3wQngBEXQI/s1600-h/DSC_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zeGNx5I/AAAAAAAABNs/v3wQngBEXQI/s320/DSC_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277228987554056082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Hunter, first thing in the morning cracking up at his echo and laughing at everything, It was like he was the sunshine, so happy to be awake!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7za8KJsI/AAAAAAAABN0/A58JQp6Ukc4/s1600-h/DSC_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7za8KJsI/AAAAAAAABN0/A58JQp6Ukc4/s320/DSC_1024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277228986706568898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Larry and my dad were just chillin while the beauty salon was going on behind them, it was so cool how they could get ready so easily without having to go through hair and make up - guys have it soooo easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zmrbrDI/AAAAAAAABN8/iilc7nvQESQ/s1600-h/DSC_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zmrbrDI/AAAAAAAABN8/iilc7nvQESQ/s320/DSC_1051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277228989857639474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zyzYV9I/AAAAAAAABOE/2lrmlN2lfvI/s1600-h/DSC_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zyzYV9I/AAAAAAAABOE/2lrmlN2lfvI/s320/DSC_1060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277228993112201170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished products are looking so good. You can't really see them all because some people had places to be by 1pm and the rest of us had a 4:00 deadline! It was a lot of fun being in on the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx70ZfIr1I/AAAAAAAABOM/o3jqMk1uIO0/s1600-h/DSC_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx70ZfIr1I/AAAAAAAABOM/o3jqMk1uIO0/s320/DSC_1104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277229003496271698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx-2w2d_0I/AAAAAAAABOU/ixYxhW_SQj4/s1600-h/DSC_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx-2w2d_0I/AAAAAAAABOU/ixYxhW_SQj4/s320/DSC_1108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277232342662774594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing left was to get myself ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I am having trouble locating some ceremony pics (don't laugh people, I did not make it to the ceremony - what are my famous words...I can't do wedding hair and see the wedding ceremony, its not really possible, and when I do a nervouse breakdown happens somewhere in between! haha) So I know they are on flickr but I must be experiencing a blonde moment so if anyone has advice for me - leave me a comment and help a girl out!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea, so now its party time!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx_0pz6T4I/AAAAAAAABOk/chx9J5t6Lfs/s1600-h/DSC_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx_0pz6T4I/AAAAAAAABOk/chx9J5t6Lfs/s320/DSC_1265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277233405924888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look these cute Katulka Girls!!! I think there is a new addition to the Katulka Girls lets see if we can find her1!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx_0bxIqYI/AAAAAAAABOc/AMztNEDuJ8o/s1600-h/DSC_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx_0bxIqYI/AAAAAAAABOc/AMztNEDuJ8o/s320/DSC_1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277233402155149698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyB8hfzZgI/AAAAAAAABO0/gknIHkGIP7g/s1600-h/DSC_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyB8hfzZgI/AAAAAAAABO0/gknIHkGIP7g/s320/DSC_1266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277235740155274754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic of Caleigh and Aunt Shell dancing!! Caleigh Face cracks me up, makes me want to dance! I also love the pic of Aunt Shell and Chris, but I can't help that it makes me nosey, like I know I can join in with her and Caleigh and since the one of her and Chris is the grooms dance with his mother and I know I can't join them, but I can't help but wonder what they are talking about??? At least I know its good stuff because they are smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyB8eY0qnI/AAAAAAAABOs/O1Hd7BT1Pn0/s1600-h/DSC_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyB8eY0qnI/AAAAAAAABOs/O1Hd7BT1Pn0/s320/DSC_1259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277235739320691314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE2l0ImdI/AAAAAAAABPU/08pq1HWf5Qc/s1600-h/DSC_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE2l0ImdI/AAAAAAAABPU/08pq1HWf5Qc/s320/DSC_1288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277238936769960402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE2IWRTSI/AAAAAAAABPM/Y1uvQ1pb3jQ/s1600-h/DSC_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE2IWRTSI/AAAAAAAABPM/Y1uvQ1pb3jQ/s320/DSC_1329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277238928860073250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is me singing into my beer - I know your not surprised!&lt;br /&gt;And look how happy my Nonna is, seriously I never knew she could break it down the way I saw her break it down at this wedding, Seriously she was def. shaking what her mama gave her, I was amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE1gxuwtI/AAAAAAAABPE/xDJ7I_KJ_8M/s1600-h/DSC_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE1gxuwtI/AAAAAAAABPE/xDJ7I_KJ_8M/s320/DSC_1282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277238918237831890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are!!!! Here is the happy couple!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE1bzOipI/AAAAAAAABO8/Zxz5iN_qlQk/s1600-h/DSC_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyE1bzOipI/AAAAAAAABO8/Zxz5iN_qlQk/s320/DSC_1269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277238916901931666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a little bit of a text conversation going on here, so I snapped this pic, no big deal, but Aunt Beth this is the proof pic for you!!! LOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyIG0zXGgI/AAAAAAAABPk/kM1hmPvHjdg/s1600-h/DSC_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyIG0zXGgI/AAAAAAAABPk/kM1hmPvHjdg/s320/DSC_1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277242514206038530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyIGeEwj_I/AAAAAAAABPc/YL4oX5S3rRs/s1600-h/DSC_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyIGeEwj_I/AAAAAAAABPc/YL4oX5S3rRs/s320/DSC_1333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277242508104994802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fun is just beginning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMcV6-8UI/AAAAAAAABP8/VPz8Q6YLRLs/s1600-h/DSC_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMcV6-8UI/AAAAAAAABP8/VPz8Q6YLRLs/s320/DSC_1375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247281920143682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best Livie face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMcHQdTiI/AAAAAAAABP0/F_U51ubkGaU/s1600-h/DSC_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMcHQdTiI/AAAAAAAABP0/F_U51ubkGaU/s320/DSC_1344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247277983682082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMbTM3oxI/AAAAAAAABPs/QzVhtIykHTQ/s1600-h/DSC_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyMbTM3oxI/AAAAAAAABPs/QzVhtIykHTQ/s320/DSC_1322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247264009986834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOg8wb3LI/AAAAAAAABQk/_edRcaXnRPU/s1600-h/DSC_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOg8wb3LI/AAAAAAAABQk/_edRcaXnRPU/s320/DSC_1391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249560087616690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOgrjjkDI/AAAAAAAABQc/m8clluNjgrU/s1600-h/DSC_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOgrjjkDI/AAAAAAAABQc/m8clluNjgrU/s320/DSC_1388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249555470192690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOgGs-UoI/AAAAAAAABQU/mmntUyaO2G0/s1600-h/DSC_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOgGs-UoI/AAAAAAAABQU/mmntUyaO2G0/s320/DSC_1345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249545577583234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOf_0SJtI/AAAAAAAABQM/Zr33yxWPG60/s1600-h/DSC_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOf_0SJtI/AAAAAAAABQM/Zr33yxWPG60/s320/DSC_1318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249543729194706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these pics! These people came to get down!!!  Love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOfWL0gJI/AAAAAAAABQE/Y1Q28ylNNoY/s1600-h/DSC_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyOfWL0gJI/AAAAAAAABQE/Y1Q28ylNNoY/s320/DSC_1304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249532553625746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyQRJhCqLI/AAAAAAAABQw/_V3Y6m3ynaE/s1600-h/DSC_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STyQRJhCqLI/AAAAAAAABQw/_V3Y6m3ynaE/s320/DSC_1357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251487658059954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently so did me, Caleigh and Nonna...yup you read it right Nonna came to get dooowwwwn! &lt;br /&gt;This is us creating a scene to "Footloose" and Nonna recieved a standing ovasion from a waiter who stood by and watched my Nonna break it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySFSY7C3I/AAAAAAAABRQ/QRB7oV0kx30/s1600-h/DSC_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySFSY7C3I/AAAAAAAABRQ/QRB7oV0kx30/s320/DSC_1416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253482904750962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySFMmhSQI/AAAAAAAABRI/AU28uQDhHVs/s1600-h/DSC_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySFMmhSQI/AAAAAAAABRI/AU28uQDhHVs/s320/DSC_1408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253481351170306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySE8FlXbI/AAAAAAAABRA/v_bH5SwRrCQ/s1600-h/DSC_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySE8FlXbI/AAAAAAAABRA/v_bH5SwRrCQ/s320/DSC_1414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253476918058418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySEQxSMVI/AAAAAAAABQ4/b5eQLbDLVcQ/s1600-h/DSC_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STySEQxSMVI/AAAAAAAABQ4/b5eQLbDLVcQ/s320/DSC_1398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253465290191186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5043711221665705143?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5043711221665705143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5043711221665705143' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5043711221665705143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5043711221665705143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/praise-lord-warning-this-is-long-one.html' title='Praise the Lord!!!!!!!!! WARNING: This is a long one!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STx7zeGNx5I/AAAAAAAABNs/v3wQngBEXQI/s72-c/DSC_1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2790967128506374909</id><published>2008-12-01T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:34:56.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a slacker ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STQDgFRuMMI/AAAAAAAABNk/sRId8ziysb4/s1600-h/chrisandkaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STQDgFRuMMI/AAAAAAAABNk/sRId8ziysb4/s320/chrisandkaren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274844913264898242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and KarenS wedding pics will be coming soon, we are having some computer errors, and we are dealing with them!!! &lt;br /&gt;Can you guess the problem?? &lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yup you got it!!! We have too many pictures and we are out of memory and the computer is running soooooooooo slow like its 185 years old!!!! So we are backing up some old stuff deleting some other stuff and I will be back to blogging ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2790967128506374909?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2790967128506374909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2790967128506374909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2790967128506374909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2790967128506374909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-slacker.html' title='I am a slacker ---'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/STQDgFRuMMI/AAAAAAAABNk/sRId8ziysb4/s72-c/chrisandkaren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1575862856395217658</id><published>2008-11-24T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:08:57.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night....After the sun went down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFd-MhX3I/AAAAAAAABM0/ZDp97SP0ejw/s1600-h/DSC_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFd-MhX3I/AAAAAAAABM0/ZDp97SP0ejw/s320/DSC_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454538725515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our first full day here. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the family was running in a million different directions, it was crazy fun, people coming and going all day! &lt;br /&gt;I was doing my moms hair, my mom did my hair!!! Yes she was my colorist this day, and she def. did a darn good job too!!! I just needed to revive my red a little, and even though I have already cut my hair twice since the initial chopping off, and I have decided we are going shorter! Its just not right yet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to Chris and Karens wedding weekend, don't get too excited I am no where's near blogging about the bride and groom, they were busy today! They had bridesmaids luncheons, and rehearsal at church and rehearsal dinner today. &lt;br /&gt;Billy and I went crazy looking for coffee today and to my surprise - AMERICA DOES NOT RUN ON DUNKIN! Dana might, but America NO! Why you ask??? Because the closest Dunkin Donuts to us is in Tennessee and Texas, so its not even possible that America runs on Dunkin because they don't even exist in all of America! Ok I am over it because we found a Starbucks! So then Billy took me tanning, because I, the tanorexic queen, was going through withdraw!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok sooooo anyway, after my little tanning session, Billy and I met up with my Nonna's brother, Uncle Larry, his wife Aunt Anne, and their son Joey. I guess its probably Joe, but its Joey because thats what my mom calls him and thats how I have always known him so thats that! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Billy and I had the greatest time! We went to dinner at McGuires and it was sooo much fun. The place is wallpapered in $1 bills, and wait til you see the drink Uncle Larry got!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFdGY7VcI/AAAAAAAABMk/k8ncfIOVU78/s1600-h/DSC_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFdGY7VcI/AAAAAAAABMk/k8ncfIOVU78/s320/DSC_0971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454523745162690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Aunt Anne drinking Uncle Larry's Irish wake, we all tried it, and I had to laugh because I was afraid to take a sip and Uncle Larry said it tastes good like Rum and Coke, It did not taste like a rum and coke!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFdiIBObI/AAAAAAAABMs/vb-SJgcpccM/s1600-h/DSC_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFdiIBObI/AAAAAAAABMs/vb-SJgcpccM/s320/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454531190438322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Billy got Senate Bean Soup for $.18, just had to share that because no where can you buy something for less then a quarter but you can at McGuires! He also got the biggest steak ever, and I even got to cook him steak and eggs for breakfast and I made him a potatoe pancake from his left over mashed potatoes! Goooo Meee!!!! Just like my Pop Pop used to do. Speaking of Pop Pop and the bean soup, the Senate Soup smelled just like Mom and Pops house when Pop Pop used to make his bean soup, I am convinced it really was the same soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFbFBEoEI/AAAAAAAABMc/6X-tNxAAA4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFbFBEoEI/AAAAAAAABMc/6X-tNxAAA4Y/s320/DSC_0972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454489016934466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress sooo much! Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back on track! It was tooo funny when we arrived at McGuires I realized my parents were across the street with the rest of the family at Zea, where the rehearsal dinner was being held. And I though Ohhhh Mann, my dad is going to be soooo jealous that I am here. So when we went in and sat with Uncle Larry and Aunt Anne and Joey, Uncle Larry suggested that I may know someone who would really like this place. He also suggested I give that guy a call as soon as the bag pipe player was swinging by us. (He was referring to my dad, just in case you weren't sure)!&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a call. no answer, but thats was ok he was busy!&lt;br /&gt;So I just text him and then I text him again, and I was just teasing him, and before you know he was calling me wondering how I could do this to him! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I told him it was Uncle Larry's fault!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my parents and my my Nonna had decided to join us after rehearsal, but my two Cosmos ruined my oppurtunity of coordinating that correctly!! Just ask my mom, she will tell you the phone conversation where I was no help at all, and actually I sat outside waved goodbye to Uncle Larry, Aunt Anne, and Joey as they pulled out of the parking lot and with the same wave I was waving hello to my mom and Nonna as they were walking up to us. My mom said where is Uncle Larry, and I said actually he was in that car that just pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;So my poor dad who was parking the car never got to come in to McGuires that night because we all headed back to the hotel to have a little after party there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHm2FcsJI/AAAAAAAABNU/J2DV40ZgHIc/s1600-h/DSC_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHm2FcsJI/AAAAAAAABNU/J2DV40ZgHIc/s320/DSC_0984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272456890190442642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHmUf-mfI/AAAAAAAABNE/DyFx6HVtyIc/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHmUf-mfI/AAAAAAAABNE/DyFx6HVtyIc/s320/DSC_0973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272456881174911474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHl0cHFvI/AAAAAAAABM8/H3EypIfNhfg/s1600-h/DSC_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuHl0cHFvI/AAAAAAAABM8/H3EypIfNhfg/s320/DSC_1006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272456872568755954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuII3nNEmI/AAAAAAAABNc/vOU0P1WTGDo/s1600-h/DSC_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuII3nNEmI/AAAAAAAABNc/vOU0P1WTGDo/s320/DSC_1004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272457474716013154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1575862856395217658?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1575862856395217658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1575862856395217658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1575862856395217658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1575862856395217658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-nightafter-sun-went-down.html' title='Friday Night....After the sun went down...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSuFd-MhX3I/AAAAAAAABM0/ZDp97SP0ejw/s72-c/DSC_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6128523682448468023</id><published>2008-11-23T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:50:21.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Pensacola Beach, Florida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAGSrHxkI/AAAAAAAAA78/KCOVFD5DrC4/s1600-h/DSC_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAGSrHxkI/AAAAAAAAA78/KCOVFD5DrC4/s320/DSC_0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271956053138327106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the longest road trip in our history of road trips we finally have arrived to Pensacola Beach. My cousin Christopher is getting married here this weekend and we wouldn't miss it for the world, so here we are traveling 1300 miles, to celebrate the love of Chris and Karen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share some pics of our Hotel and the view we have is absolutely amazing!!!! We are staying in 3 bedroom condo at The Portofino, we are here with my parents cousins, Aunts, Uncles, and my Nonna. &lt;br /&gt;I love family functions, and thats funny, the older I get the more I appreciate the time I get to spend with my family. So funny how when your a child you don't think about it at all, as a teenager you don't spend any time with family, and as an adult the time spent just goes too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAFz_hqxI/AAAAAAAAA70/-PnGByqvoqs/s1600-h/DSC_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAFz_hqxI/AAAAAAAAA70/-PnGByqvoqs/s320/DSC_1008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271956044902411026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Dad, Nonna, and Uncle Larry on the balcony Blowing in the wind!!! My nonna looks so cute with her hood up, I was cracking up, you should have seen her from the back!!&lt;br /&gt;...Well here is the view rom our huge balcony that we r just loving to hang out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAICKYEEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yuCvy8T22yU/s1600-h/DSC_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAICKYEEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/yuCvy8T22yU/s320/DSC_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271956083065753666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAHjq6jZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/U4gaM_0r0jQ/s1600-h/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAHjq6jZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/U4gaM_0r0jQ/s320/DSC_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271956074880732562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAGiug2cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/rVSHfEzp7i4/s1600-h/DSC_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAGiug2cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/rVSHfEzp7i4/s320/DSC_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271956057447520706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0we7eDKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/px6kOA9WWZM/s1600-h/DSC_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0we7eDKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/px6kOA9WWZM/s320/DSC_1086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271943583843093666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0vlJw6gI/AAAAAAAAA7k/YEUdK-auYr8/s1600-h/DSC_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0vlJw6gI/AAAAAAAAA7k/YEUdK-auYr8/s320/DSC_1223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271943568333793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0tvrnJBI/AAAAAAAAA7M/vxJFQYpRcrQ/s1600-h/DSC_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0tvrnJBI/AAAAAAAAA7M/vxJFQYpRcrQ/s320/DSC_1100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271943536800375826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0tyWzVgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eX5M7eaozRA/s1600-h/DSC_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSm0tyWzVgI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eX5M7eaozRA/s320/DSC_1103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271943537518401026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining beautifully and the air is crisp and cool. We hear its snowing at home, so we are happy to be here on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;This is us after finally getting a full nights sleep ater a 2 day jaunt across the downaward side of the country. We were having a great time in the car, we are soooo scatterbrained its not even funny, we tried playing games like Michelle and Todd do, but it was funny because we just skip around a lot, neither one of us concentrate on anything for a long period of time. Seriously we have Adult A.D.D., I know it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we didn't take any pics on the way down, most of our trip was at night, most of our daylight travel was in Virginia and Tennessee and we didn't really see anything picture worthy! Anyway my sound advice to everyone is Please don't drive through Alabama at night!!!! It was the scariest state I have ever driven through! &lt;br /&gt;When we got off the freeway to drive through and cross the Florida state line, all we could smell was smoke and it was like that for a long time, and a freaking Teradactal seriously swooped down out of the smokey sky and flew into our windshield, it was sooooo freaky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the deep south was strange and we were happy to cross into Florida and find some familliar things as we have in the hussle and bussle of home, because Georgia and Alabama, are desolate and boring! &lt;br /&gt;I also want to warn Y'all I am coming home with a Southern Accent!!!! LOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6128523682448468023?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6128523682448468023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6128523682448468023' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6128523682448468023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6128523682448468023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-from-pensacola-beach-florida.html' title='Hello from Pensacola Beach, Florida!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SSnAGSrHxkI/AAAAAAAAA78/KCOVFD5DrC4/s72-c/DSC_0706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7059411423551302244</id><published>2008-11-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:42:56.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kymm and kevin were hitched and I am finally posting some pics!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooo Kymm and Kevin got married on October 18th, I know this took a while right!!! Well there has been so much going on in my life lately - pretty soon I hope to have some exciting news as I am hoping to be on a new avenue that has possibly opened for me - I will keep you updated I promise! However for now we can rewind to October 18th!&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously the master of tasks this day and I have to admit I was pretty succssful!!! I was Hair dresser extraordinare, Reader at church, and then last minute deliverer and setter upper! Ha those were some words!!!&lt;br /&gt;Billy had a job too he was the boys photographer and he took some great pics of the guys at the hotel and church and then he just continued throughout the day and made Kymm super happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vTORvCdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MRGD5XS0Ikw/s1600-h/DSC_9533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vTORvCdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MRGD5XS0Ikw/s320/DSC_9533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269122833831627218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Kevin doing what they called the K-Mart pose, for what its worth I don't think any of us ever got pics taken at K-Mart so I am not sure what they are referring to but Ok because it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;Do we know these guys? I mean seriously this is a great pic!!! Kevin, Uncle Mark, and Sean - the Russell boys all look smashing! Look at that smile on Seans face, have you ever seen that before? Nice job Billy - see he can be a happy guy! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vS0YuqnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/jimjFqwL5DI/s1600-h/DSC_9513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vS0YuqnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/jimjFqwL5DI/s320/DSC_9513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269122826881641074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vShIdtwI/AAAAAAAAA58/6xDBaa4g6r8/s1600-h/DSC_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vShIdtwI/AAAAAAAAA58/6xDBaa4g6r8/s320/DSC_9626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269122821713147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here is the proof that this is Kevin Russell, It just wouldn't be a day about Kevin without some real tree accessories...Nice Kev, Real Nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vSZim9yI/AAAAAAAAA50/awaTCaNnET8/s1600-h/DSC_9557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vSZim9yI/AAAAAAAAA50/awaTCaNnET8/s320/DSC_9557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269122819675322146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Maureen and myself waiting at the front of church to be seated! This was the beginning of my nervousness!! I could not believe how shakey I was getting due to having to read - I think it was more about what I had to read then the fact that I was reading but my voice trembled the whole time - it was truley awful!! I am not sure if anyone even realized it but my reading deffinitely was not finished on my paper and I didn't even know it til I was up there reading it and realized - that was not a complete sentence...OMG!!!!! what do I do now??? I have no idea, and suddenly the priest chimed in and finished my reading - thank you God! He was probably thinking - who picked the blonde to read? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-xRPil5eI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5EgDzNz727U/s1600-h/DSC_9716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-xRPil5eI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5EgDzNz727U/s320/DSC_9716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269124998834284002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Kymm on the altar - so Pretty - loved the church, and I loved the way the lighting came in through the windows, it was all so perfect!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-se-bzzBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XUCjPe81gkA/s1600-h/DSC_9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-se-bzzBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XUCjPe81gkA/s320/DSC_9843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119737202461714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-seaxxrYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/H-9qNYIFQdk/s1600-h/DSC_9802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-seaxxrYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/H-9qNYIFQdk/s320/DSC_9802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119727630921090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-seB7Z7gI/AAAAAAAAA5c/qRyzLXARIlA/s1600-h/DSC_9902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-seB7Z7gI/AAAAAAAAA5c/qRyzLXARIlA/s320/DSC_9902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119720960421378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-sdiJDHAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OfX34nC2ulI/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-sdiJDHAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OfX34nC2ulI/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119712427711490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture of my Aunt Mary and Aunt Anne, they were having a blast!!!! The reception was soooo much fun! We arrived early to set some things up, Kymm is def a great party planner!! She had a a painting that would be their first painting in their new home and everyone had to pic a number fill in their name on a piece of paper and then color in that number on the painting it was really neat, wish I had a pic but I really don't!, andway then I had made her sign in book so it was really a lightly embellished scrap book and everyone got to sign the pages in pink silver or black, and all the pages were white black and grey - it was really cute. When it was all done it looked like a yearbook! It was all so nice! Anyway Billy was like how did you get all these jobs today? and he wasn't annoyed he was just like whoa, were you the little wedding person today, andyway I said "Hey, I know that we only got married 1 year ago, and I know you still have no idea what went into the planing, but I know what its like to be the girl getting ready to go to church and all of a sudden all these forgotten things start to coming to mind and then to have to look around and think who can help, and the you see Joanna, and say Hey Joanna can you please go to AC Moore and grab me a throw away bouquet - I don't have a bouquet to toss!!!! So I wanted to be Kymms Joanna, because I just knew she would need someone not in the wedding to help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-sdOCyF8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/1o413UQYhb0/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-sdOCyF8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/1o413UQYhb0/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119707032721346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Molly&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Steph, the life of the party!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-xRVh-RCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/pWbaCxY3Qao/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-xRVh-RCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/pWbaCxY3Qao/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269125000442299426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-zH8bUaoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_6C7sYH5RII/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-zH8bUaoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_6C7sYH5RII/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269127038107937410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebcca and Tim, the parents to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-zHdHErYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oB-bglZQSSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-zHdHErYI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oB-bglZQSSQ/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269127029701520770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1NB_RLoI/AAAAAAAAA68/YGmxlUrZAjg/s1600-h/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1NB_RLoI/AAAAAAAAA68/YGmxlUrZAjg/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269129324523499138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1M8CqzHI/AAAAAAAAA60/Zb5fuge_Au4/s1600-h/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1M8CqzHI/AAAAAAAAA60/Zb5fuge_Au4/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269129322927148146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Ian, Love Ians new shoes!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1NXQJU_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/q2heW-M9S08/s1600-h/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-1NXQJU_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/q2heW-M9S08/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269129330231432178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this is it for now - my next blog will from somewhere in Pennsacola Beach....we are leaving this week for Chris and Karens wedding - can't wait to shere!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7059411423551302244?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7059411423551302244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7059411423551302244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7059411423551302244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7059411423551302244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/kymm-and-kevin-were-hitched-and-i-am.html' title='kymm and kevin were hitched and I am finally posting some pics!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SR-vTORvCdI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MRGD5XS0Ikw/s72-c/DSC_9533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7619097753282900833</id><published>2008-11-06T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:44:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the cutest monkey I know!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj9dQjndI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DoFfhjFlFrM/s1600-h/mywed31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj9dQjndI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DoFfhjFlFrM/s320/mywed31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265662296803483090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were in your Mommy's Belly and you were in my wedding too, you just didn't even know it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj-Pf2q3I/AAAAAAAAA48/wDqOcFrO7Kg/s1600-h/hunter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj-Pf2q3I/AAAAAAAAA48/wDqOcFrO7Kg/s320/hunter4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265662310289419122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were born you were just a little peanut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj98eVv7I/AAAAAAAAA40/vV14CcwYZ0o/s1600-h/HUNTER6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj98eVv7I/AAAAAAAAA40/vV14CcwYZ0o/s320/HUNTER6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265662305182793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look how much you have grown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj-VA48tI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ihaO_6GRtjA/s1600-h/08halloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj-VA48tI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ihaO_6GRtjA/s320/08halloween3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265662311770157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and today you are one years old and I can't wait to see you at your birthday party on Saturday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7619097753282900833?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7619097753282900833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7619097753282900833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7619097753282900833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7619097753282900833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-cutest-monkey-i-know.html' title='Happy Birthday to the cutest monkey I know!!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRNj9dQjndI/AAAAAAAAA4s/DoFfhjFlFrM/s72-c/mywed31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-5527279201102009293</id><published>2008-11-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:16:55.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus for change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SREqGiVRKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZxjejqX1XdY/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SREqGiVRKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZxjejqX1XdY/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035731156413234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know -  5 points in Levittown PA is a hotspot lately! Tonight while on my way to vote I saw the Obama/Biden bus for change. I snagged a pic from their website www.busforchange.com. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway last night there were people who displayed a giant flag at the intersection rallying for McCain, well I guess the passerbyes from last night felt the intersection was one sided! Tonight they hauled in this bus, and the 5 corner points were evenly divided, but I have to tell you the corner with the bus looked like a great big party and it looked like fun too! I went back with my camera and the boss had moved on! - Why do I keep missing these photo ops at 5 points??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Its about midnight and Time Magazine online is saying its a done deal and Obama 08 is the 44th president of the United States - no one else is saying it yet, but I am wishing I lived on the West Coast so I could stay up a few more hours and really find out!!! I know their polls just closed so I know it will be just a little longer of a wait! Well good luck America, I can't wait to wake up tomorrow to find out the final results!!! I am hoping me and little miss Emmy got it right!!! (wink wink kiddo!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-5527279201102009293?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/5527279201102009293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=5527279201102009293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5527279201102009293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/5527279201102009293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/bus-for-change.html' title='The Bus for change...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SREqGiVRKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZxjejqX1XdY/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-8528341477818836280</id><published>2008-11-04T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:19:57.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Halloween Previews!!!!</title><content type='html'>WELL, I would love to tell you all that I had a blast on Halloween, and it was so unforgettable, and actually it was but not in the infamous party and fun way I love to remember things. Are you catching what I am throwing here?&lt;br /&gt;So I had to work all weekend and I was suppossed to go to Jeffs Party with Billy and Katie but sometimes a party in the middle of a 21 day marathon work schedule, just doesn't work out! Or I am feeling like and old married lady who would rather sit home after a hard days work, or I just can't get enough and I get carried away with other things, and I have to tell you I got carried away helping to create Olivia the Lion! Love it!!! &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look so cute!!! Ok back to the tale of the evening! &lt;br /&gt;Ok so I went home started getting ready for Jeffs party as you can see the crazy hair that I have - I actually fealt like the Amy Whinehouse version of a hardcore Phillies fan! Gave out candy to a few trick or treaters while I was getting ready! Billy came home and I went up to Livs House. &lt;br /&gt;Her and her friends had the ultimate Halloween thing going on! I think I was a little jealous inside that I couldn't stay and play! Anyway they organized a Halloween Scavanger Hunt and it was really cool. I was doing her hair and they were reading me the challenges on their scavanger hunt list and seriously it was fun and creative and they weren't hurting anything or stealing or anything or doing anything nutty - they were taking pics to prove what they did on the list, and I have to say, it looked like a great time!!! They were dressed up according to their group themes, and Liv was a Lion, her friends were a tiger, a leopard, a zebra and I believe there was a lion tamer too!!&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to them, I hope they all had a great time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDDBMldCZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4-2HaaLOTeA/s1600-h/08halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDDBMldCZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4-2HaaLOTeA/s320/08halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922389721713042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDDAU1URiI/AAAAAAAAA38/r1Mzig1VYe4/s1600-h/08halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDDAU1URiI/AAAAAAAAA38/r1Mzig1VYe4/s320/08halloween1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922374755862050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDC_-uyCBI/AAAAAAAAA30/a5MhI2XgbrI/s1600-h/08halloween6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDC_-uyCBI/AAAAAAAAA30/a5MhI2XgbrI/s320/08halloween6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922368822872082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that fun I returned home to find that I was absolutely too beat to party! Hey, at least I have an excuse to stop and take a minute every now and then and just enjoy an evening with my husband. &lt;br /&gt;At least thats how I fealt til the fire engines started racing down my street at midnight. Seriously one after the other - 3 different Levittown Companies and then A Fairless Hills. I begged Billy -PLEASE I need to see whats going , I am taking a walk - PLEASE come with me!!! Billy loves to see my nosiness get carried away! But I really can't help it - I need to know - I need to see, I can't wait to find out and I can't wait to tell everyone! And once I know something is up I JUST CAN'T LET IT REST!!!! Ugh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So then he says get in the Jeep - your not walking anywhere - its too cold - I will just drive you!&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYA!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! Billy caved in for the first time!!!!!! This was MAY-JA!&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed the camera and after those fire trucks we went. Come to find out there was a house on "the one way street" - I grew up calling it that because my Aunt used to live down on that street and it was connected to my street so when I was a kid I either told my parents I would be down the street, or down the one way street - so they knew what street I was really on! Crazy HA?&lt;br /&gt;Well by the time we got there it was smoldering to nothing and the atmosphere was very sad - we didn't take any pics because it just fealt really wierd - and disrespectful - there is video on youtube too, but I won't post it because it really is very sad. As far as I know no one was hurt and nothing was in the paper about it - but someones home was lost and that was a really sad thing. Being there made me and Billy both think that maybe something was left on at our house and just to be cautious we needed to go home and make sure all was really well on the homefront.&lt;br /&gt;So today I was so excited because I didn't really get to see anyone on Halloween, so I didn't get pics of the normal kids you would see on my page! But Aunt Shell shared Hunters pics with me and I have to tell you I could eat this kid up! He is the cutest little monkey I ever saw!!!! I just had to share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqsE84GI/AAAAAAAAA4c/y4PnBTA09OE/s1600-h/08halloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqsE84GI/AAAAAAAAA4c/y4PnBTA09OE/s320/08halloween3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929699619725410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqV7LgPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/32P41OsDwic/s1600-h/08halloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqV7LgPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/32P41OsDwic/s320/08halloween4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929693673160946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqJ2CSrI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Wwohiez6cX0/s1600-h/08halloween5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDJqJ2CSrI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Wwohiez6cX0/s320/08halloween5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929690430360242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean SERIOUSLY I could eat his little cheeks!!! They are so cute!!! I love that he was a little monkey, it was perfect!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well Happy Halloween!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-8528341477818836280?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/8528341477818836280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=8528341477818836280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8528341477818836280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8528341477818836280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-halloween-previews.html' title='Some Halloween Previews!!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SRDDBMldCZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4-2HaaLOTeA/s72-c/08halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-640261798363701837</id><published>2008-10-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:33:18.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We WIN!!!!!!...But let me tell you about my night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQnG3NU6EaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jwlk_UFhXjg/s1600-h/5pts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQnG3NU6EaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jwlk_UFhXjg/s320/5pts2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262956291331592610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQnG3DXpBkI/AAAAAAAAA3g/C0Uvxv0gIoI/s1600-h/5pts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQnG3DXpBkI/AAAAAAAAA3g/C0Uvxv0gIoI/s320/5pts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262956288658703938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was doing hair last night when the game started, and when I was done I planned on stopping by my cousins to watch the end of the game! Anyway he lives in an Apartment Complex like 5 minutes from my house. I pulled in the parking lot at the end of the eighth inning and went inside. I watched the 9th inning which I am not even sure it was 15 minutes long, Before we knew we were World Champs!!! Suddenly we started hearing all this racket outside! Nikki was there hanging out in her new apartment - she is Jeffs new roomie!!! Anyway she leaves and before ya know it we are watching the streets of Philadelphia explode with crowds of rambuctious Phillies fans!&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly Nikki busts back through the door with the most serious fearful look on her face, and the poor girl couldn't get the words out of her mouth fast enough"you better get out here, someone spraypainted your car!!!!", OMG!!!! This was a joke right?&lt;br /&gt;Nope - We walk outside and there sits Jeffs Brand new charger with this whiteish-silvery joyful wavey spray creatively decorating the whole car all the way around. It was awful to see that someone would do this to a brand new car. It was sooo strange, there were fireworks exploding overhead, You could hear people hollering and screaming cheering all around, horns honking. I was trying to call my dad, my husband, my mom, but ALL CIRCUITS WERE BUSY. I immediately touched it and it was still wet so he grabbed a wet wash cloth and started trying to dilute the substance and trying his darndest to get it off. I walked down around the Parking Lot and some other cars got it down in the other parking lot too, so at least it was not an I HATE JEFFREY crime! &lt;br /&gt;Ok so we decide there is sooo much craziness going on, and we can see the paint on his car is bubbling and getting real weird so we decide to haul off to my house to wash his car down. I have a hose and my dad said maybe some compound wax would help because I finally got a hold of him!!!!! Anyway I hop in my car Jeff hops in his and off we go to my house that is only 3 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;So we get to 5 points and what do we see, everyone who lives in Levittown is piled into the intersection partying! Yes they were partying in the middle of the intersection - the place was loaded with cops and we sat at the light forever with no place to go because there were mobs of people everywhere!! What a night for me to forget my camera. We could see that cars were stuck in the middle of the intersection with no where to go!!! &lt;br /&gt;It was like a riot scene!! But apperently according to the paper it was all in good fun! Apparently it was a party 28 years in the making,here you can read for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.phillyburbs.com/pb-dyn/news/111-10302008-1613403.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be when everyone first started heading up to 5 points,here is a video I found on You Tube!!! we are crazy out here in Bucks County! I will look for more from the not so early part of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zVlgld4Yu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zVlgld4Yu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole the pics above from the Bucks County Courier times just so you can see what we had to drive through! I never knew the 5 corners that led me to my neighborhood was such a hotspot - If ya read the story it explains that people have been planning to do this since they had done it 28 years ago the first time we made it to the World Series!! Well here we are in the phillyburbs partying like we were in South Philly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-640261798363701837?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/640261798363701837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=640261798363701837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/640261798363701837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/640261798363701837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-winbut-let-me-tell-you-about-my.html' title='We WIN!!!!!!...But let me tell you about my night!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQnG3NU6EaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jwlk_UFhXjg/s72-c/5pts2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-671485728113447610</id><published>2008-10-28T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:49:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we dreaming of a white Halloween?</title><content type='html'>I just want to bring you shocking news!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its Freaking Snowing Outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQc0YPYhVUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YZI5ZAbs2Us/s1600-h/RVSCMjuIDVMzLa2al2tm5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQc0YPYhVUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YZI5ZAbs2Us/s320/RVSCMjuIDVMzLa2al2tm5w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232280656598338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-671485728113447610?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/671485728113447610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=671485728113447610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/671485728113447610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/671485728113447610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-we-dreaming-of-white-halloween.html' title='Are we dreaming of a white Halloween?'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQc0YPYhVUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YZI5ZAbs2Us/s72-c/RVSCMjuIDVMzLa2al2tm5w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2221039162299099144</id><published>2008-10-28T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:17:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6TH , 6TH</title><content type='html'>So Stacy Posted a blog about going to the 6th folder in your pictures and posting the 6th picture!!! I thought that it was a pretty interesting fun thing to do!! So Stacy Just reminded me that she was still waiting for my 6th,6th!!! &lt;br /&gt;So this is my 6th, 6th! (Katie, Me, Adina and Melissa poking in the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQccZv-FAaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nbt6jIEJdgg/s1600-h/schoolgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQccZv-FAaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nbt6jIEJdgg/s320/schoolgirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205918304862626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun night and sad night all in one!!! Well the girls that I had hung out with at the LBA - when I was in Beauty School wanted to take me out for a bachelorette party, well we went to hibatchi and then to "DaBar" for old times sake! "DaBar" was the only place to get something to eat when we were in school!! So everynight we would all pile up in the bar with our LBA smocks on and get some food and then run out back to school!!! &lt;br /&gt;They say you make your best friends in college, and since this was our college, we sord of formed some friendships that really will never end, we are bonded by something and we are all so different, it makes us way more fun! Seriosuly we ranged in age from 20 to 40, It was always Me, Tavia, Joanna, Melissa, Adina, Denise, and Meg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQcm_t0q2TI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CQ08jNi6Mzo/s1600-h/schoolgirls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQcm_t0q2TI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CQ08jNi6Mzo/s320/schoolgirls2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262217565679835442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This pic is actually my 6TH, 5TH, But I just fealt like My blog needed some more pics, Melissa, Denise, Me and Adina)&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day of school, and I remember thinking that at 26 I was going to be the oldest person in there, and then I fealt such relief when these 20 year old girls accepted me and then I fealt even better the day Adina and Meg walked in the door! Soon came Denise and we knew each other from way back in the day - Pennsbury High School! So this was perfect, some of us were having babies, some of us already married with children, some of us with a new wild life just turning 21, and some of us just trying to figure out who we were, and we were doing all this together!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, so I have digressed!!! Fun and sad night!!! Fun night because I was with all the girls, and crazy because we all had different things going on the next day and Melissa was def. just looking to drink anything and everything her new little 21 year old but could get her hands on, and it didn'tt matter if it came from the motor head who's beard was longer then her hair and who was noticably about 20 years older then her father!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a sad night because it opened the door to my wonderful life and how its affected by alcholholics. This has nothing to do with the girls or the bar, but more to do with the real people in my life who suffer from alchoholism, and how they have been affecting my life for way too long, and not really caring about the impact it has on me or anyone else around them....These pics crack me up, because I was hiding sooo much and I kept having to leave my own party to take random ridiculous phone calls from people who could have given a shit about what I was doing and what was going on in my life, and since this day as much as you think you have changed - you havn't, Your still selfish and you still try to camoflauge all your mistakes and paint a pretty picture when in reality everything you do is disgusting and gross and I have since cut you off because I know I do not hold the power to help you, and you just want to place blame anyway. Rather then take a look inside and recognize your grossness and mentally abusive manners you just keep living, thinking your above and beyond everything. Even though I love you, I can't love you like this and I won't enable you anymore. Well have a nice life because I can't make excuses for you anymore, nor will I take the blame that I have placed on myself for you any longer! &lt;br /&gt;When I look at these pics I should be thinking of a happy time instead I see how a world, and so many lives were turned upside down that day, and how clouded I was my whole life when it came to you. And I will always know and see how on that day you did all this to yourself, because I was obviously busy doing something else, I have the pics to prove it, so really it had nothing to do with me!&lt;br /&gt;So actually, WOW -  my 6th, 6th came at a perfect time and was great thereapy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Check out your 6th, 6th!!! Ya never know what it might make you think about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-2221039162299099144?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/2221039162299099144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=2221039162299099144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2221039162299099144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/2221039162299099144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/10/6th-6th.html' title='6TH , 6TH'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SQccZv-FAaI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nbt6jIEJdgg/s72-c/schoolgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-8457733981358917433</id><published>2008-10-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:32:38.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with crazy hair who married a Ninja, are still enjoying Happily Ever After...</title><content type='html'>I am a little behind in my posts! Sorry the Hair biz is actually hopping right now and everyone we know is getting married! Not to mention the two weeks of confinement thanks to strep and the then the weeks of worrying about my mom with shingles. So we have been busy busy busy with everything from fun to illness to work and back again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Columbus Day was our 1 year anniversary! I was busy doing hair all day, Billy had work. So when I got home we got ready to go out - neither one of us had a plan, but don't be shocked we never do, this is just how we go about things! &lt;br /&gt;So before we were ready to leave to go to the place we had not yet decided on, Anyway my dad pops in with a bottle of Champagne and a cake for us! Then my brain was triggered and I was like ohhhh we have to take our wedding cake out of the freezer and eat it! What a wonderful thought, year old cake!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went dinner at Dawsons and it was very nice, Billy loves Dawsons, so that was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NcgsfGCI/AAAAAAAAA2U/oFz90TfV11g/s1600-h/DSC_9385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NcgsfGCI/AAAAAAAAA2U/oFz90TfV11g/s320/DSC_9385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259585829535160354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Billy popping the cork on the Champagne, and that was fun I was trying to take a picture but the cork decided to hit the ceiling and hide under the table across the room, and that was that, no pic!!! I couldn't have possibly followed it if I wanted to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NdGKk3PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/9yYkgHIPROM/s1600-h/DSC_9389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NdGKk3PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/9yYkgHIPROM/s320/DSC_9389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259585839593479410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HAh4jj1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/hOm5a3Xgx3Y/s1600-h/DSC_9431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HAh4jj1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/hOm5a3Xgx3Y/s320/DSC_9431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259578751748116306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Swarovski Crystal glasses that my mom got for us at my wedding shower!! LOVE THEM! Not so sure Billy even realizes what they are, but thats fine I know what they are! So I decided we were toasting with these! To Us, 1 year!!&lt;br /&gt;This is my not so sure about drinking this because we absolutely loved the champagne at our wedding and we never really drank a champagne that we liked since then, so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HA-R0hXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JhciWNSkZSo/s1600-h/DSC_9432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HA-R0hXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JhciWNSkZSo/s320/DSC_9432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259578759370278258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the sentiment but we are still not so sure about Champagne! Its fun and we look forward to the liTtle bubbly surprise, and then the sourness wacks you and your left wondering if you liked it or not!!!! So we think we liked it, not sure though! AHH who really cares we kept sipping at it as we decided to test out the 1 year old cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NbiVNxOI/AAAAAAAAA18/oqrUb13Z1ak/s1600-h/DSC_9437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NbiVNxOI/AAAAAAAAA18/oqrUb13Z1ak/s320/DSC_9437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259585812794557666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HA3_rLrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lp0w1OyKPUY/s1600-h/DSC_9402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HA3_rLrI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lp0w1OyKPUY/s320/DSC_9402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259578757683556018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the one year old cake - looks just fine, I mean its been frozen since October 13, 2007, so how bad could it be! Just so you  know those are not a bunch of finger prints in the middle, thats where the flowers were, and maybe I froze the cake with the flowers still on it, but no one needs to know that! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3Nb7SMBII/AAAAAAAAA2E/_BqwTLlWPFI/s1600-h/DSC_9411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3Nb7SMBII/AAAAAAAAA2E/_BqwTLlWPFI/s320/DSC_9411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259585819492746370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the icing tasted like pure cane, seriously like I thought my teeth might fall right out of my head, the cake was dry but hey it is a year old...I so wonder who came up this tradition stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NcXDX5XI/AAAAAAAAA2M/25fGdf1xzig/s1600-h/DSC_9406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NcXDX5XI/AAAAAAAAA2M/25fGdf1xzig/s320/DSC_9406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259585826946803058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my ring? So sad that I broke it this past weekend at Kymm and Kevs wedding!! I will post those pics later!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway out gifts for our first year was suppossed to be paper - so really how am I suppossed to convice Billy that a paper gift is cool, and How I so did try to convince him to buy me Betsey Johnson shoes that were $250.00 and I so tried to tell him, that they came in a cardboard box, and that was made from paper so it would count! HAHAHA Nice try but no we decided to lay low on the spending especially since we have a road trip to Florida approaching fast, and we ordered our wedding album!! Its 100% papar!!!! Do I hear a round of applause because it was suppossed to be ordered 6 months ago!!!! Thank Goodness!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HBH6UxoI/AAAAAAAAA10/Fgce3zO8wsM/s1600-h/DSC_9404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3HBH6UxoI/AAAAAAAAA10/Fgce3zO8wsM/s320/DSC_9404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259578761956083330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was that Happy Anniversary to us! Maybe I will just add this to the end so we can reminisce!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the girl with the crazy hair who married a Ninja, are still enjoying Happily ever after!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473OBBIAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Sw4S_Y8C02I/s1600-h/mywed37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473OBBIAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Sw4S_Y8C02I/s320/mywed37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259707234656526338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473SAsfcI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_GACAvrY7ug/s1600-h/mywed39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473SAsfcI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_GACAvrY7ug/s320/mywed39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259707235728915906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473dRhcmI/AAAAAAAAA20/NKbFvu9kChI/s1600-h/mywed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP473dRhcmI/AAAAAAAAA20/NKbFvu9kChI/s320/mywed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259707238752285282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-8457733981358917433?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/8457733981358917433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=8457733981358917433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8457733981358917433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/8457733981358917433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-with-crazy-hair-who-married-ninja.html' title='The girl with crazy hair who married a Ninja, are still enjoying Happily Ever After...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SP3NcgsfGCI/AAAAAAAAA2U/oFz90TfV11g/s72-c/DSC_9385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1905403662807013864</id><published>2008-10-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:30:34.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria and Jims wedding...</title><content type='html'>I have a ton of pics from Marias wedding last Saturday but I will just share some with you now!!! Billy is still editting away so some I can't post yet!!! These havn't been editted but I am impatient and can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5s73LttI/AAAAAAAAA00/g5AAipoYREM/s1600-h/DSC_9123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5s73LttI/AAAAAAAAA00/g5AAipoYREM/s320/DSC_9123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949459520435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Angela and Bubba, Marias little boy, poor thing I am not sure who was more tired at this point Angela or the Baby.&lt;br /&gt;This is the David Michaels crew! I am happy to know that I am in some way still a part of the crew! But we have Melissa, Me, Dave, Maryanna, Maria holding her little girl Gia, and Selina is hiding in the back there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5tJEHKGI/AAAAAAAAA08/guGuBJEFBPo/s1600-h/DSC_9125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5tJEHKGI/AAAAAAAAA08/guGuBJEFBPo/s320/DSC_9125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949463064324194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5td4AH5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/1hl_c5P6xtE/s1600-h/DSC_9140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5td4AH5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/1hl_c5P6xtE/s320/DSC_9140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949468650676114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5ttvy2QI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l6sd8vyv8xc/s1600-h/DSC_9152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5ttvy2QI/AAAAAAAAA1M/l6sd8vyv8xc/s320/DSC_9152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949472911218946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of pics from Marias wedding last Saturday but I will just share some with you now!!! Billy is still editting away so some I can't post yet!!! These havn't been editted but I am impatient and can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1905403662807013864?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1905403662807013864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1905403662807013864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1905403662807013864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1905403662807013864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/10/maria-and-jims-wedding.html' title='Maria and Jims wedding...'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOY5s73LttI/AAAAAAAAA00/g5AAipoYREM/s72-c/DSC_9123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-1044442650922005913</id><published>2008-09-28T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:08:45.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who had a baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Billy stopped over Steve's house last week and had the pleasure of meeting his new baby Cole, love the name, and I was so jealous because he is sooo cute and I just wish I got to see all that hair in person! Seriously I never saw sooo much hair on a baby, but look how freaking cute he is!!! Cole is about 5 weeks old, and I can't wait to meet him myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGHTONoWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KLLbVt_U2C4/s1600-h/DSC_8827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGHTONoWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KLLbVt_U2C4/s320/DSC_8827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274256746914146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGHwQj4yI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jxQc6NsREhU/s1600-h/DSC_8808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGHwQj4yI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jxQc6NsREhU/s320/DSC_8808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274264541389602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGH-rBlvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tzwTmkUTx4c/s1600-h/DSC_8797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGH-rBlvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tzwTmkUTx4c/s320/DSC_8797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274268410484466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGIFV1lWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GOvNBXGhdZM/s1600-h/DSC_8792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGIFV1lWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GOvNBXGhdZM/s320/DSC_8792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274270200665442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-1044442650922005913?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/1044442650922005913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=1044442650922005913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1044442650922005913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/1044442650922005913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-who-had-baby.html' title='Look who had a baby!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SOBGHTONoWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/KLLbVt_U2C4/s72-c/DSC_8827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-3768016871526993645</id><published>2008-09-26T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:31:46.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter James is looking so cute these days!!!</title><content type='html'>When Hunter was Christened I bought him this awesome outfit from Baby Gap, and it had this cute hat!!! Here is Hunter with his cute hat on!!! I think this kid is sooo cute and I love his little smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SNzineZ1ewI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v2P_YRPF3zE/s1600-h/hunter20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SNzineZ1ewI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v2P_YRPF3zE/s320/hunter20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250320433411357442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SNzkLu-HgvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sXAH7sJBDY8/s1600-h/hunter19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SNzkLu-HgvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sXAH7sJBDY8/s320/hunter19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250322155845419762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-3768016871526993645?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/3768016871526993645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=3768016871526993645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3768016871526993645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/3768016871526993645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunter-james-is-looking-so-cute-these.html' title='Hunter James is looking so cute these days!!!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SNzineZ1ewI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v2P_YRPF3zE/s72-c/hunter20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6016517959950741331</id><published>2008-09-10T20:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:33:49.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!! We are a Nike Shox Family!</title><content type='html'>I WIN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy after 13 years of the same old ADIDAS sneakers, my husband finally caved and let me talk him into a pair of Nike sneakers, not just any Nike sneakers, but a pair of freaking shox!!!! Billy knows I have an obsession with shoes, esp sneakers and flip flops!!! I used to have a different pair of sneakers for every day of the freaking week in high school!! Oh yea and when I was in private school cheering, I was part of a rotating captain team, well our skirts were blue with red and yellow plaid - sounds gross but they weren't all that bad!! I wore blue Nike's for regular games and red ones when I was a captain! Anything to set me apart from all the regulars! Anyway now that we have walked down memory lane for a split second, I am completely obsessed with my 5 pair of Nike shox that all posess the color pink!&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the shoe is something pink!! Billy bought me a pair for Christmas last year and so we posed our newest sneakers together so you could all see We are finally a NIKE Shox Family!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMicNNvgPDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/kvxwvR9VFaw/s1600-h/DSC_8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMicNNvgPDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/kvxwvR9VFaw/s320/DSC_8469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244613516914080818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMicNXXWiDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/R3yrbd5gcWc/s1600-h/DSC_8484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMicNXXWiDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/R3yrbd5gcWc/s320/DSC_8484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244613519497136178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6016517959950741331?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6016517959950741331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6016517959950741331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6016517959950741331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6016517959950741331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-we-are-nike-shox-family.html' title='Finally!!!! We are a Nike Shox Family!'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMicNNvgPDI/AAAAAAAAAzo/kvxwvR9VFaw/s72-c/DSC_8469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-7909749056514902274</id><published>2008-09-10T20:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:14:26.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy's Birthday dinner at Bella Torre</title><content type='html'>To celebrate Billy's Birthday we went to Bella Torre in Langhorne. We had a very nice dinner with my parents, who surprised Billy with a new macro camera lens for his D80. The lens is actually pretty ridiculously awesome and I know he can't wait to use it for more pics!!! These are just some of the sample pics that he took while we were at dinner!! The first one is a nice pic of my parents and then of Billy's fave dessert ever, TIRRAMASU??? I have no idea how to spell that!!! I don't like it very much so I din't really pay attention to its proper spelling! Then he just took some randon shots of me - I have an obsession with naturally long lashes,for special occassions I will grab some falsies from the MAC counter but just for the outer corners where I lack in length, and I am a freak for trying new mascara....blah blah, oh yea this isn't about me, hahaha!!! Anyway I love the eyelash picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiay-fYIcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-7NofMMOfpo/s1600-h/billdiane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiay-fYIcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-7NofMMOfpo/s320/billdiane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244611966631682498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazc8B_uI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KU4ubN_0fyU/s1600-h/DSC_7812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazc8B_uI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KU4ubN_0fyU/s320/DSC_7812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244611974804930274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazmhnUNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/pi_WQYDqRs0/s1600-h/DSC_7844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazmhnUNI/AAAAAAAAAzg/pi_WQYDqRs0/s320/DSC_7844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244611977378484434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazGcLJhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/IrZnnuG9gRo/s1600-h/danaglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiazGcLJhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/IrZnnuG9gRo/s320/danaglow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244611968765732370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-7909749056514902274?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/7909749056514902274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=7909749056514902274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7909749056514902274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/7909749056514902274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/09/billys-birthday-dinner-at-bella-torre.html' title='Billy&apos;s Birthday dinner at Bella Torre'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiay-fYIcI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-7NofMMOfpo/s72-c/billdiane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-6498339268472772654</id><published>2008-09-10T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:45:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Billy :)</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we were celebrating my husbands 34th birthday, I know - its been a long week!!! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we decided to have a home cooked meal, yes you heard the undomesticated queen, I actually did cook for my husband!!! At 5:00 he said he would like a pot roast, and I said and your second choice would be?? LOL, I have never cooked a pot roast, just a pork roast once for him, and I didn't actually cook it, the crock pot did, so if I had to cook in a crock pot he wouldn't be eating til midnight! &lt;br /&gt;So Pepperoni chicken it was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZO5CwHMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iBPUQPpSQk8/s1600-h/DSC_8434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZO5CwHMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iBPUQPpSQk8/s320/DSC_8434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244610247182523586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Billy's Birthday Cake, Its his #1 favorite!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is vanilla cake with peanut butter butter cream iced filling, with peanut butter chocloate icing topped with peanuts and reese cups, got all that!!! Well it looked pretty nice too!!! Billys brother Shaun came over and my cousin Jeff who heard Peanut Butter Chocolate cake was in the area came over too!!! Peanut Butter is an irrisistable thing in this family!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZPWwWYoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4EL1sZfjhKA/s1600-h/DSC_8442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZPWwWYoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4EL1sZfjhKA/s320/DSC_8442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244610255158403714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZPlNmxrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/inde5d21HBs/s1600-h/DSC_8445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZPlNmxrI/AAAAAAAAAy4/inde5d21HBs/s320/DSC_8445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244610259039209138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZP-vxgvI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NSLLsRJQKIc/s1600-h/DSC_8458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZP-vxgvI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NSLLsRJQKIc/s320/DSC_8458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244610265893405426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiY19MleaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/vj2Bz0DvvIY/s1600-h/DSC_8448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiY19MleaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/vj2Bz0DvvIY/s320/DSC_8448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609818800781730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmOmqS4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lvocUcydHug/s1600-h/DSC_8464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmOmqS4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lvocUcydHug/s320/DSC_8464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609548595645314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmf-SzTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/NX_nvtj5Hjo/s1600-h/DSC_8444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmf-SzTI/AAAAAAAAAyI/NX_nvtj5Hjo/s320/DSC_8444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609553258171698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmy97DPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7EQIUAdQ-8I/s1600-h/DSC_8453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYmy97DPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/7EQIUAdQ-8I/s320/DSC_8453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609558356888818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYnEoV3iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/A5q3HMnBSZk/s1600-h/DSC_8455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiYnEoV3iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/A5q3HMnBSZk/s320/DSC_8455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609563098209826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun and I have to say Billy and I had the next day off from work, we had big plans to do something, but we stayed up so late partying hard with cake and milk, (ya no milk 4 me, gross!)that we stayed home and cleaned and then did some local shopping the next day - nothing as mayja as we wanted!! Anyway I guess thats what being in your 30's is all about, truly learning to relax after your 20's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586590438651778724-6498339268472772654?l=dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/feeds/6498339268472772654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3586590438651778724&amp;postID=6498339268472772654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6498339268472772654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586590438651778724/posts/default/6498339268472772654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailydoseofdana.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-billy.html' title='Happy Birthday Billy :)'/><author><name>Daily dose of Dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422490504425995632</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/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/S1NZV_wyU2I/AAAAAAAAB6k/0TaSBPFh2yI/S220/5057_1162536136147_1010157341_30495092_8248572_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SMiZO5CwHMI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iBPUQPpSQk8/s72-c/DSC_8434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586590438651778724.post-2766252359086046170</id><published>2008-09-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:38:40.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunters Christening</title><content type='html'>Look who was christened this passed Sunday. It was a beautiful day too and a wonderful celebration!!! I have to confess the day was quite beautiful for a wonderful drive too!!! (lol) I picked up my mom and my nonna and we were an hour late to the after party because we got lost! After all that talk about my wonderful sense of direction and google maps decided to totally steer me wrong - even worse then mapquest ever did! Caleigh, we do apologize!!! and we will just blame google maps for this one Moorestown, Cinnaminson, who knew they really were so close?? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SLyjo1tiksI/AAAAAAAAAxc/E_bbw20qvE8/s1600-h/HUNTERSCHRISTEN1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SLyjo1tiksI/AAAAAAAAAxc/E_bbw20qvE8/s320/HUNTERSCHRISTEN1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241243988360598210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above pic is Uncle Bob, Hunter, Caleigh, Chris and Aunt Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Below is Olivia(Godmother) and Caleigh, Hunter Chris and I know that is Hunters Godfather, but I don't know his name!(Sorry Caleigh, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SLyjpAhD6pI/AAAAAAAAAxk/b7Wj7uwB3Hs/s1600-h/HUNTERCHRISTEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNpz7Jux-4Q/SLyjpAhD6pI/AAAAAAAAAxk/b7Wj7uwB3Hs/s320/HUNTERCHRISTEN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241243991261047442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all things did turn out well and we actually did make it before the celebration was over. I didn't have a camera so I had to steal these from Aunt Michelle, Thanks Aunt Shell for sending them to me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from there we had the most fun following Aunt Shell from Cinnaminson across the Talcony Palmyra, where apparently they don't ever know what lanes are opened or closed - It was the craziest toll bridge trip ever. I swear they were playing musical toll booths and my nonna, who can't hear very well was suddenly directing me on which toll booth to go to, and I don't think she realized that as they were opening they were instantly closing and the signs were eratically changing and traffic was backing up and it was suddenly a traffic jam. We finally pulled up next to Aunt Shell's car and my mom said it best, but we will just keep that as an inside joke, it was g
