<?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-3433029185278744113</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:01:50.064-07:00</updated><category term='Adventures of Arded'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Evidence'/><category term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category term='Spencer'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Me Momma'/><category term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Blonde Moments'/><category term='Bossy people'/><category term='Sewing Projects'/><category term='Famdango'/><category term='Simple Truths'/><category term='Fun Dates'/><category term='Ken needs his butt kicked'/><category term='Fat and Frustrated'/><category term='Tuesday Story'/><category term='Memory Monday'/><category term='I love the Gospel'/><title type='text'>Dream Away Sweet Charade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-223156987898742964</id><published>2012-02-12T16:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:42:16.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>30 inches later...</title><content type='html'>So Katie and I were both feeling cabin fever setting in last night. Ben had Sophie and Spencer was with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I went to the dollar movie and then to Smiths to get milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting at my house. Talking about how we needed something new. That we felt weighed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have been trying to exercise more. We are both eating better. This has been good for me. Katie needed another kick start. I understand. 3 years ago I cut 15 inches of hair off. Last night we cut 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut 3, 10 inch pony tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens at 1am and we are thinking we need to do something drastic...&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0aiyZlVUeE0/TzhN4ovAVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/j17w5uVAEN8/s640/blogger-image--324465604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0aiyZlVUeE0/TzhN4ovAVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/j17w5uVAEN8/s640/blogger-image--324465604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tuEpU3rXo60/TzhN44mMV_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KYTFp92_yi4/s640/blogger-image--2042665465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tuEpU3rXo60/TzhN44mMV_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KYTFp92_yi4/s640/blogger-image--2042665465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-15A5Ya-VY7c/TzhN5eoHOyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rjwAZVxSc34/s640/blogger-image--1314675477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-15A5Ya-VY7c/TzhN5eoHOyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rjwAZVxSc34/s640/blogger-image--1314675477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oQoGLaE5ibg/TzhN5gXbndI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FKhlvzfTPgc/s640/blogger-image--786378530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oQoGLaE5ibg/TzhN5gXbndI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FKhlvzfTPgc/s640/blogger-image--786378530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--aFhG-X8pyA/TzhN506qHeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yu5HH3MhYqw/s640/blogger-image--2038995165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--aFhG-X8pyA/TzhN506qHeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yu5HH3MhYqw/s640/blogger-image--2038995165.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/3433029185278744113-223156987898742964?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/223156987898742964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-inches-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/223156987898742964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/223156987898742964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-inches-later.html' title='30 inches later...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0aiyZlVUeE0/TzhN4ovAVcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/j17w5uVAEN8/s72-c/blogger-image--324465604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8672563655407590351</id><published>2012-02-11T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:06:57.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat and Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Week Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday was a crazy day. I woke up late. I wasn't feeling well in the morning. I forgot to weigh myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been better about working out. I cardio I think 3 or 4 times. My joints are puffy. Meaning I'm retaining water. That's a good sign. I'm also a little sore. Soreness means change. I just need to stay sore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been watching what I eat. I've not been eating late. (Last night Spencer took me out for Indian food. Its not really in the diet plan but it was sure yummy! Plus a was on a date. I can eat what I want on dates.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this morning... the moment of truth... the weigh in... can you tell I'm excited? I weigh in at 190.8!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dScft0oE0h8/TzaR_HvUvVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9TSCFsus-eU/2012-02-11%25252008.34.34.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8672563655407590351?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8672563655407590351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8672563655407590351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8672563655407590351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-two.html' title='Week Two'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dScft0oE0h8/TzaR_HvUvVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9TSCFsus-eU/s72-c/2012-02-11%25252008.34.34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3763231450390208528</id><published>2012-02-05T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:34:04.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><title type='text'>Lameness in the blogging world</title><content type='html'>I have about 5 ish blogs that I check daily. No one is posting. I read the blogs and try to comment. I really enjoy my blog stalking. My stalkie's lately are being lame. People! If I can post at least once a week so can you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3763231450390208528?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3763231450390208528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/lameness-in-blogging-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3763231450390208528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3763231450390208528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/lameness-in-blogging-world.html' title='Lameness in the blogging world'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5296505492598850843</id><published>2012-02-03T23:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:06:40.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat and Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've tried to count calories. I have a hard time. I'm sure I missed things. I've been trying to stay with in 1200-1600 per day. Some days are good. Other days I eat ice cream at 11:30 with Spencer. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been better about working out. I've been trying to walk at least one way to or from work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I weighed myself this morning. I lost 2oz! I'm now at 191! Haha. Its a small victory. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look forward to next week. Maybe I'll have lost more than my mind... I mean 2oz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5296505492598850843?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5296505492598850843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5296505492598850843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5296505492598850843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-122456823741922739</id><published>2012-02-01T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:22:15.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing Projects'/><title type='text'>Kambree Edmunds</title><content type='html'>She is due March 11, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I made her baby blanket. It turned out really cute.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xY2xDljgkU/Tyme9UNSw3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/8Ny-P77nNYg/s640/blogger-image--745582569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xY2xDljgkU/Tyme9UNSw3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/8Ny-P77nNYg/s640/blogger-image--745582569.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/3433029185278744113-122456823741922739?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/122456823741922739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/kambree-edmunds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/122456823741922739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/122456823741922739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/02/kambree-edmunds.html' title='Kambree Edmunds'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xY2xDljgkU/Tyme9UNSw3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/8Ny-P77nNYg/s72-c/blogger-image--745582569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8156424879606751125</id><published>2012-01-27T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:50:04.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat and Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Fat and Frustrated!</title><content type='html'>I have a pair of pants I want to fit into by birthday. The sad part is that these pants used to fit me. They were my favorite pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't eat fast food. I cook most of my meals. I don't drink soda very often.  My problem is I don't exercise enough, I like treats and I eat late sometimes.( I don't get home from work until 9:30 some nights and need dinner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done eating late and I'm going to exercise more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the plan. I am going to post once a week my updates. I am not at my heaviest. Not even close. I am however much heavier than I want to be. My knees are hurting again. I am tired all the time and I need a change. This is were my accountability comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These are mymeasurements and my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper arms: L: 13 1/2   R: 13 1/4&lt;br /&gt;Wrists:          L: 6 1/2     R: 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Bust:        42&lt;br /&gt;Waist:     36 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 43 1/4&lt;br /&gt;Thighs:         L: 26 1/4   R: 26&lt;br /&gt;Calves:         L: 17              R: 16 3/4&lt;br /&gt;Ankles:         L: 10 1/4    R: 10 1/4&lt;br /&gt;Size 12/14 pants&lt;br /&gt;                    Weight: 191.2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was super embarrassing to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the very bottom of this post I have 2 pictures. I am wearing these goal pants. I can't do them up. If you have a weak stomach do not look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...  now Week one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z7XxHplmH58/TyLjUcyhb_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/NlIlNJGZ2MM/s640/blogger-image--1557660724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z7XxHplmH58/TyLjUcyhb_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/NlIlNJGZ2MM/s640/blogger-image--1557660724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4q3eOFqh6E0/TyLjU8Vm9eI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4WdqCJ0tYsU/s640/blogger-image-212137993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4q3eOFqh6E0/TyLjU8Vm9eI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4WdqCJ0tYsU/s640/blogger-image-212137993.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/3433029185278744113-8156424879606751125?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8156424879606751125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/fat-and-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8156424879606751125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8156424879606751125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/fat-and-frustrated.html' title='Fat and Frustrated!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z7XxHplmH58/TyLjUcyhb_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/NlIlNJGZ2MM/s72-c/blogger-image--1557660724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4242033132171395889</id><published>2012-01-23T17:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:28:05.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She ruins my life... often. That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-4242033132171395889?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4242033132171395889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/nancy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4242033132171395889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4242033132171395889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/nancy.html' title='Nancy'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Provo Towne Centre, 1200 Towne Centre Boulevard, Provo</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.217354 -111.662346</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2583939383690128563</id><published>2012-01-17T11:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:36:57.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Ensign Ranch 2012 AWESOMENESS!</title><content type='html'>There was no sleep but there was lots of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I got to Dad's hide on Thursday night. We had Christmas. It was awesome. Spencer got a bunch of treats in is stocking and then a $20 iTunes card. I got candy, a journal and a 16 quart stock pot that didn't fit in my suitcase. So it's still ad Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Ranch on Friday afternoon. Out cousin Angie came for the night. She is so fun. We played games and laughed until we couldn't breathe! &lt;br /&gt;Fun was put on hold when Angie's daughter took a nose dive off the top bunk and broke her arm. We have all done stupid stuff but that was our first ER trip. Carmon is doing fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Loaded Questions! Ryan's career at The Mustang Ranch and Butt Pimple were two running jokes. With Spencer being our official reader of the answers we were able to get him to broaden his vocabulary. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Rhonda is a klepto of socks.  &lt;br /&gt;Dedra and I are world famous opera singers that not only get standing ovations, we clear the room! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;We are all minions.&lt;br /&gt;Everyones nails got painted. Even the boys. No exceptions!&lt;br /&gt;Payton is in love with Spencer. &lt;br /&gt;We did floating lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;We played pool.&lt;br /&gt;We played the piano.&lt;br /&gt;We talked.&lt;br /&gt;We played in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate amazing food and a lot of it! We played games until 3am. We woke up early. We all have Mormon hang overs. &lt;br /&gt;(Tummy hurts from laughing head duets from all the sugar and achy from no sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next year!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eP0ZNBFNqHM/TxW_HOeQWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QtTW06n9QhY/s640/blogger-image-1933119204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eP0ZNBFNqHM/TxW_HOeQWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QtTW06n9QhY/s640/blogger-image-1933119204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LLZLTAMJ5_4/TxW_HkhAw3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/olWNbnQAtQk/s640/blogger-image--2122099311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LLZLTAMJ5_4/TxW_HkhAw3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/olWNbnQAtQk/s640/blogger-image--2122099311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not cool enough to be an Anderson, married to an Anderson, the spawn of an Anderson or the parents who started it all, good luck getting through the doors. We have an army of kids who won't let you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best weekend of the year! There is too much food, too little sleep and if you say it's too loud you might get beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at the Ranch is Ping Pong a full contact sport. Only at the Ranch will you see RYAN sing opera. Only at the Ranch will you see the adults get in trouble by the kids. Only at the Ranch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play games. We talk about things we did as kids. It's always fun to see how many times you can hear "That was you who did that!" from your parents. (We're adults. What are they going to do? Ground us?) Dedra, I Wore the house coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoons are broken, people laugh until they can breath, talents are shown, food is eaten and sleep is for the weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun and I can't hardly wait. Spencer and I will be flying out this afternoon. We will return Monday and I hope to have pictures for your viewing pleasure by Tuesday... And maybe the stories that go along with them. Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3437702683610692159?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3437702683610692159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/ensign-ranch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3437702683610692159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3437702683610692159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2012/01/ensign-ranch.html' title='Ensign Ranch'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7160472216685225480</id><published>2011-11-28T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:27:44.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Better late than never... right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I dressed up as my Mom for Halloween. It was so awesome. It was also weird. When i'd see myself in the mirror I was get kinda weepy. I looked enough like her that it was playing tricks with my mind. So, here are some pictures of me and one of my Mom. Tell me what you think. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wyV1J7y7y3U/TtPDxxz_AOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lMSWf9pC5g0/Mom.png' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MVHsEVoeD0w/TtPDzGm46vI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/b8kBUBG9LCU/2011-10-31%25252015.30.49.png' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yw-kk64IzYg/TtPD0CsBTYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BCkGkXOLsOg/2011-10-31%25252017.18.29.png' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KUZlgWmVkEA/TtPD0xKM0eI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mOdSFO1nph0/2011-10-31%25252015.19.31.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7160472216685225480?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7160472216685225480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/better-late-than-never-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7160472216685225480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7160472216685225480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='Better late than never... right?'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-wyV1J7y7y3U/TtPDxxz_AOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lMSWf9pC5g0/s72-c/Mom.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7158999894577325142</id><published>2011-11-27T22:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:52:51.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures of Arded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Arded part 2</title><content type='html'>It's getting really cold out side. Winter is here. Arded needs some sun shine in her life so she called her amazing sister Anig to tell her a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story Anig told Arded was about a beach and the beautiful water. It was warm and the people at this beach were only there to bring you treats and sun block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy place.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-29ZGIT1aUzM/TtMhgKfbPPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AyXyK6yT7Jk/s640/blogger-image-1793129077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-29ZGIT1aUzM/TtMhgKfbPPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AyXyK6yT7Jk/s640/blogger-image-1793129077.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/3433029185278744113-7158999894577325142?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7158999894577325142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7158999894577325142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7158999894577325142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded-part-2.html' title='Adventures of Arded part 2'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-29ZGIT1aUzM/TtMhgKfbPPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/AyXyK6yT7Jk/s72-c/blogger-image-1793129077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5622624379695037958</id><published>2011-11-27T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:32:17.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>8 eggs</title><content type='html'>At work we have teamed up with some photographers. One of them came in to explain what corporate is up to. &lt;br /&gt;This guy was awesome! We were all talking and he explained the "all your eggs in one basket" of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start with 10 eggs. You can have one egg in 10 baskets or 2 in 5. You just can't have more than 10 eggs. I really loved this and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg - Your first date.&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs- Your second date&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs- Your third date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs- This is when you say you like the other person.&lt;br /&gt;5 eggs- Physical touch other than lips. Arm around the shoulders or holding hands. Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still have 2 baskets with 5 in each. You get 10 eggs dating. Do with them what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss goodbye to one of the baskets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs- Your first kiss. You only kiss one person at a time. So only one basket.&lt;br /&gt;7 eggs- Constant kissing. When you are really getting to know the person. More than the fluff of eggs 1-3 . Also its the make out stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 eggs- This is a big one. This Eggs is placed in the basket when you say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 eggs- This is marriage talk.&lt;br /&gt;10 eggs- He bought the ring and it's on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure you're wondering why only 10 eggs in the dating game... The other 2 are when you're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 eggs- Your wedding night&lt;br /&gt;12 eggs- When she is pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 8 eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5622624379695037958?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5622624379695037958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5622624379695037958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5622624379695037958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-eggs.html' title='8 eggs'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8848849045180976803</id><published>2011-11-27T18:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:30:15.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Things I've done that you probably haven't</title><content type='html'>So I'm a late follower to trends. Dedra and Ryan already Sid this but I thought I'd take a stab at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've stayed up for 3 days straight making funnel cakes for people who looked grosser than I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I flew to Utah for the day to go on a date with my friend Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was part of a flash mob on BYU campus and at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have played cards in the coolers at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have went to more festivals and fairs in one summer than most people go to in a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to 5 concerts in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have waltzed wearing a period Renn dress and a cape in the middle of a  park when a Renn faire wasn't going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have walked the main street in almost every major town in Washington state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been to the top of almost ever lighthouse on Oregon coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I swam in the Puget Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have ridden and elephant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to post a blog like this one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8848849045180976803?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8848849045180976803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-done-that-you-probably-haven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8848849045180976803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8848849045180976803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-done-that-you-probably-haven.html' title='Things I&apos;ve done that you probably haven&apos;t'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7358359787449725543</id><published>2011-11-19T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:22:37.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Fundango Week</title><content type='html'>Oh what a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- I hate life. Work was long and I was yelled at by a crazy lady. My evening with Spencer was quiet and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- I worked a 12 hour day. It was really slow. Longest day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - I worked 9-3. Dad got to town right when I was off work!!! It was awesome! We went hone for a bit. We unloaded his car. I got tons of my stuff from home.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer came over and took us to the Jazz concert. The concert was AWESOME!!! I really enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;We then went to dinner. It was fun to just visit with dad and Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I went shopping with dad. We bought 16 pounds of butter and a washer and dryer set. We had fun!&lt;br /&gt;We had our early Thanksgiving. We had a good turn out. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Heather (how is also in town), dad, Katie and I went to walmart.&lt;br /&gt;Miki spent the night. We stayed up til 1 watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - spent the day with Dad, Heather + kids in SLC. we went to Temple Square and walked around all day. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Spencer and Dad set up my washer and dryer. I did 2 loads of laundry. Funnest loads of wash i've ever done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - I worked 9-5. Dad went to Manti for the day. &lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I Made dinner for Dad and Theron and Chris. Yeppers folks, my uncle Theron and his Wife Chris had dinner at my house. Throb is still fun. Chris is still crazy. Spencer is still my Favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7358359787449725543?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7358359787449725543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-what-week-monday-i-hate-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7358359787449725543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7358359787449725543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-what-week-monday-i-hate-life.html' title='Fundango Week'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4201036927571273821</id><published>2011-11-06T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:13:20.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures of Arded'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Arded - the "fall" of lunch</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a girl named Arded. She had an amazing sister named Anig. Anig and her boyfriend Recneps invited Arded over for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arded put on her best red dress. (Arded only wears red. She is color blind and to avoid miss matched clothes she only wears red dresses.) She fixed her hair and she was off to see Anig and Recneps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall colors are so pretty and Arded likes pretty things. So as Arded was on her was to lunch she got side tracked. Anig was so sad that Arded didn't show up to lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arded did love the pretty fall leaves.... She even took a picture!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OZgQi63pclg/Trcin8ai1qI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h9Ehp2AZOR4/s640/blogger-image--591820545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OZgQi63pclg/Trcin8ai1qI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h9Ehp2AZOR4/s640/blogger-image--591820545.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/3433029185278744113-4201036927571273821?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4201036927571273821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded-of-lunch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4201036927571273821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4201036927571273821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded-of-lunch.html' title='Adventures of Arded - the &amp;quot;fall&amp;quot; of lunch'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OZgQi63pclg/Trcin8ai1qI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h9Ehp2AZOR4/s72-c/blogger-image--591820545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4026373279148258297</id><published>2011-11-05T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:37:02.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures of Arded'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Arded!</title><content type='html'>A picture is worth a thousand words. I'd love to hear yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kK5zpWjXtz8/TrYct-uPxXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bo_4KCcgxa0/s640/blogger-image--148876948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kK5zpWjXtz8/TrYct-uPxXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bo_4KCcgxa0/s640/blogger-image--148876948.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/3433029185278744113-4026373279148258297?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4026373279148258297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4026373279148258297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4026373279148258297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-of-arded.html' title='The Adventures of Arded!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kK5zpWjXtz8/TrYct-uPxXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bo_4KCcgxa0/s72-c/blogger-image--148876948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2792826677103656377</id><published>2011-11-01T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:11:42.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Spam... What they wont put in hotdogs...</title><content type='html'>So I don't really know how it started but it's now sort of a running joke. If I'm at the store and see spam, I'll take a picture of it and send it so Spencer saying "thinking of you" &lt;br /&gt;He in turn keeps changing the background of my iPod to different adds for spam. &lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how it started but it's funny. Granted neither of us would ever eat spam. It's just funny.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA4yOUiNWLg/TrBFtiOT5FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-Y-XrfR0JR4/s640/blogger-image--1927441139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA4yOUiNWLg/TrBFtiOT5FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-Y-XrfR0JR4/s640/blogger-image--1927441139.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/3433029185278744113-2792826677103656377?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2792826677103656377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/spam-what-they-won-pit-in-hotdogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2792826677103656377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2792826677103656377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/11/spam-what-they-won-pit-in-hotdogs.html' title='Spam... What they wont put in hotdogs...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hA4yOUiNWLg/TrBFtiOT5FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-Y-XrfR0JR4/s72-c/blogger-image--1927441139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-226184535953461391</id><published>2011-10-16T14:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:33:09.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Idea: going to church on Sunday&lt;br&gt;Bad Idea: when visiting with the bishop you let it slip that you don't like RS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Idea: walking to and from church&lt;br&gt;Bad Idea: listening to the RM sound track and rocking out as cars point at you and wonder if you're okay. (Guilty)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Idea: wearing your glasses&lt;br&gt;Bad Idea: wearing your back up glasses that look way different than your normal glasses to church and no one recognizes you. (That was special for me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Idea: making cup cakes for the girls I visit teach. &lt;br&gt;Bad Idea: having my home teachers come over before I go visiting teaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Idea: making friends in my ward&lt;br&gt;Bad Idea: working every other sunday and making your RS pres think I need to be her personal project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-226184535953461391?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/226184535953461391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-idea-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/226184535953461391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/226184535953461391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3531843248775796321</id><published>2011-10-16T10:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:33:21.295-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Pretty as a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as I was unable to move from my couch Spencer covered me up and took my picture. Some times I think he hates me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GjBdnDgCkes/TpsHTpSaUsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lHQTiBzI_Ig/2011-10-11%25252023.48.46.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3531843248775796321?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3531843248775796321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-as-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3531843248775796321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3531843248775796321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-as-picture.html' title='Pretty as a Picture'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GjBdnDgCkes/TpsHTpSaUsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lHQTiBzI_Ig/s72-c/2011-10-11%25252023.48.46.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5047243491112654715</id><published>2011-10-16T10:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:32:58.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><title type='text'>Signs in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fzl351GG6Bk/TpsHOZfuNcI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ZvhBmP39CU/imagejpeg_2Gmjdgt.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5047243491112654715?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5047243491112654715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/signs-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5047243491112654715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5047243491112654715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/signs-in-life.html' title='Signs in Life'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fzl351GG6Bk/TpsHOZfuNcI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ZvhBmP39CU/s72-c/imagejpeg_2Gmjdgt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7322754139010533481</id><published>2011-10-12T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:20:46.647-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I have a new phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a new phone. It is a smart phone for lame people. Spencer said "its okay, just not one I would have picked" haha well I heart it mucho. If tmobile had iphones I would have gotten one but they don't. Oh well... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for my favorite part. Random pictures! Spencer doesn't love this game. He deletes the ones of him. RUDE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2_jXY53zyLE/TpXX3PWLK-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/J8gyW3kXJPc/imagejpeg_2High5.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7322754139010533481?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7322754139010533481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-new-phone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7322754139010533481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7322754139010533481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-new-phone.html' title='I have a new phone.'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2_jXY53zyLE/TpXX3PWLK-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/J8gyW3kXJPc/s72-c/imagejpeg_2High5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7009452317804445081</id><published>2011-10-10T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:16:48.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Spencer is a hacker!</title><content type='html'>Spencer... I love him a lot. Even when he hacks my blog and deleted the awesome pictures of him that I've posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. &lt;br /&gt;I don't like the cat. She needs to be dunked in a trash can full of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7009452317804445081?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7009452317804445081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/spencer-is-hacker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7009452317804445081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7009452317804445081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/spencer-is-hacker.html' title='Spencer is a hacker!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3471335666062177359</id><published>2011-10-08T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:08:10.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Random Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>These are pictures on Spencer's phone. I love the one of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note from the guy whose phone was raided for this post: I snuck into Gina’s blog (shhh) and removed the picture of me from this post. Sometimes a guy is just experimenting with some random photo app on his phone and doesn’t mean for his mugshot to get upload online. That is all.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8urm3DehMv4/TpEOaB3HlCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9OdhhrxrSO4/s640/blogger-image-1107893289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8urm3DehMv4/TpEOaB3HlCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9OdhhrxrSO4/s640/blogger-image-1107893289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xB2k5O5b7JY/TpEOadpmNaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BRHu8b58yKc/s640/blogger-image-642573201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xB2k5O5b7JY/TpEOadpmNaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BRHu8b58yKc/s640/blogger-image-642573201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[redacted]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F_Y2duMUtJY/TpEOavv27iI/AAAAAAAAAVc/emB7DTp_3Hg/s640/blogger-image--732290786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F_Y2duMUtJY/TpEOavv27iI/AAAAAAAAAVc/emB7DTp_3Hg/s640/blogger-image--732290786.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/3433029185278744113-3471335666062177359?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3471335666062177359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3471335666062177359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3471335666062177359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-awesomeness.html' title='Random Awesomeness'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8urm3DehMv4/TpEOaB3HlCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9OdhhrxrSO4/s72-c/blogger-image-1107893289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7705027780630854184</id><published>2011-10-08T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:04:13.847-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Spencer did say I was Satan...</title><content type='html'>I am on Spencer's phone right now. He has more fun pictures that I do. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dedra was in town we when on an over night run to Sin City. I sent the first picture to Spencer from the road. The second picture is what he sent back to me. &lt;br /&gt;I sure love that turd head!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hcn9lPLRTrE/TpEMtFcn3oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PC2h6HbhAgc/s640/blogger-image-939696070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hcn9lPLRTrE/TpEMtFcn3oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PC2h6HbhAgc/s640/blogger-image-939696070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QQjfuCtHRCs/TpEMtB5Jg6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Gz59L42F_Rs/s640/blogger-image-1598684656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QQjfuCtHRCs/TpEMtB5Jg6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Gz59L42F_Rs/s640/blogger-image-1598684656.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/3433029185278744113-7705027780630854184?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7705027780630854184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/spencer-did-say-i-was-satan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7705027780630854184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7705027780630854184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/spencer-did-say-i-was-satan.html' title='Spencer did say I was Satan...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hcn9lPLRTrE/TpEMtFcn3oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PC2h6HbhAgc/s72-c/blogger-image-939696070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4157243629861370635</id><published>2011-10-08T20:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:18:23.088-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Family Picture</title><content type='html'>Olivia, Spencer's little sister drew a family picture. From left to right: Stephen, Calli, Spencer, Me, Alexis, Matisse, Sam, Chris, Hannah. Olivia is the artist. When Spencer sent me this picture I was all smiles. It made me happy.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mNYm5fnLuvc/TpEMkl1ZiUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PVaYIlP-clA/s640/blogger-image-1497462467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mNYm5fnLuvc/TpEMkl1ZiUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PVaYIlP-clA/s640/blogger-image-1497462467.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/3433029185278744113-4157243629861370635?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4157243629861370635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4157243629861370635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4157243629861370635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-picture.html' title='Family Picture'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mNYm5fnLuvc/TpEMkl1ZiUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PVaYIlP-clA/s72-c/blogger-image-1497462467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5300305594137919111</id><published>2011-10-02T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:12:41.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I often say how I love listening to Spencer play the piano. This is a picture I took today while he was practicing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[This photo has mysteriously disappeared… Hmmm…]&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;[P.S. She secretly loves the cat]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5300305594137919111?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5300305594137919111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5300305594137919111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5300305594137919111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/10/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8464442712432154963</id><published>2011-09-21T11:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:15:34.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Left Alone</title><content type='html'>I left my iPod alone for the grand total of 5 seconds. Spencer changed my rest screen. Last time he did that it said he hearted me. I heart him too.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5CkurBmvLJs/TnoaaltwR6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lVm9UxBWzuA/s640/blogger-image-657318835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5CkurBmvLJs/TnoaaltwR6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lVm9UxBWzuA/s640/blogger-image-657318835.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/3433029185278744113-8464442712432154963?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8464442712432154963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/left-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8464442712432154963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8464442712432154963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/left-alone.html' title='Left Alone'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5CkurBmvLJs/TnoaaltwR6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lVm9UxBWzuA/s72-c/blogger-image-657318835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7362165523018749187</id><published>2011-09-12T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:18:00.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Spencer is a sweet heart. When he took my purse he left me a trail to follow to find it. That was all in my purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nice. I heart him mucho.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-50GuNtFa5bE/Tm5o7UWssxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0HItUul6kq4/s640/blogger-image--1643362887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-50GuNtFa5bE/Tm5o7UWssxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0HItUul6kq4/s640/blogger-image--1643362887.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/3433029185278744113-7362165523018749187?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7362165523018749187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7362165523018749187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7362165523018749187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-50GuNtFa5bE/Tm5o7UWssxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0HItUul6kq4/s72-c/blogger-image--1643362887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3035991918842371042</id><published>2011-09-12T11:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:18:01.763-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - Supercuts</title><content type='html'>I miss Supercuts. I hearted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, a lady I worked with at Supercuts, always wanted to have Olive Garden for lunch. We would order out and then someone would pick it up. It was so fun when we did that. There was one time that she said my name to get my attention Anne then thwacked my forehead with a bread stick. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Another time when we were cleaning up she said "look what I can do!" and jumped like Stuart on mad tv. She accidentally kicked the door that bounced back and hit her in the butt. That pushed her into the desk and knocked over the trash can. It was by far the funniest thing I'd ever seen in my life up to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacy, a CSR at Supercuts, and I were closing the night before we were getting our floors waxed. We had to sweep and mop because depending on the team that would come, that wouldn't get done and our floors around still be gross.&lt;br /&gt;We had everything moved and off the floor. We were going to mop when Lacy sprayed me with the water bottle. This started a water war! Water bottles were used. I went to the sink and sprayed her with the hose! It was so fun! We were soaked but the floors were cleaned! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee came in one time on her day off around 8:45pm. We were getting ready to close. He was drunk off her butt and was going to cut her boyfriend's hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy would come to work high after lunch. She always cut hair better after lunch... Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one that didn't smoke that worked there. Every other haircut it seemed they would go out for a smoke break. So I decided I was going to do that also. I would go stand outside for about 5 minutes ever other haircut. When they asked me what I was going I would say "i'm taking my smoke break" I loved hearing "Gina, you don't smoke." i would tell them how annoying it was for them to leave every 20 minutes for a break. That if yet wanted to smoke then do it on lunch and on the 2 breaks they get for working and 8 hour shift! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my clients were kids under the age of 10, old people that were in their 70's or gays. It was a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3035991918842371042?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3035991918842371042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/memory-monday-supercuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3035991918842371042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3035991918842371042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/memory-monday-supercuts.html' title='Memory Monday - Supercuts'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4749785816410244674</id><published>2011-09-10T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:55:16.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><content type='html'>Spencer wrote a love note on my foot. He's sweet... Or a turd!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MtcRv0OYnhw/TmvOb0KI6II/AAAAAAAAAUo/u141ZVNoskQ/s640/blogger-image-1322939419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MtcRv0OYnhw/TmvOb0KI6II/AAAAAAAAAUo/u141ZVNoskQ/s640/blogger-image-1322939419.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/3433029185278744113-4749785816410244674?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4749785816410244674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-notes_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4749785816410244674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4749785816410244674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-notes_10.html' title='Love Notes'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MtcRv0OYnhw/TmvOb0KI6II/AAAAAAAAAUo/u141ZVNoskQ/s72-c/blogger-image-1322939419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-699724169243930150</id><published>2011-09-05T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:05:18.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - Christmas</title><content type='html'>Monday.... It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this memory Monday is going to be about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a big deal at our house. We didn't do birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;Mom would shop all year for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open presents youngest to oldest. So Kyle and I would open together, Adam and Garen, Dedra and Heather, Ryan and Wendi, Mom and Dad. We had out spots in te living room. And on Christmas eve mom would tack a sheet up over the hall way so we couldn't peek. The we would all try to sleep with our head poking out of our doorways. There were many times Mom would give us a sleeping pill or tea to help us sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;One year we all got skates from Santa. As soon as I opened mine I thanked Mom. The said "...I mean Santa" Dedra and Heather didn't want to go play with outside. (It was Washington. No snow and not that cold.) So they skated in the kitchen while the rest of us were in the drive way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year we all got bikes. We went to the school and played. It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got baby dolls one year... We poked out the eyes and taped them to out foreheads and told mom we were aliens. We were brutal to those dolls. Mom said we were killers in training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dedra was Married Mom would send us to her house and we could come home in the morning. That way they could sort the presents and go to bed early with out having to fight the kids. Haha. It was always a party at Dedra's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas I got my midnight blue Ren cape Mom was so excited she told Kyle and I we could open a present on Christmas eve. She picked the ones we could open. She grabbed the wrong one for me. She swore and then told us we could open 1 more because mom wanted me to open a specific one. She got it right the second time. &lt;br /&gt;Kyle tried to talk Mom and Dad into opening them all at midnight. He was told no. We went to sleep. In the Morning Mom came and woke us up at 6. At 8 Dad came down the hall pounding on the walls saying "Let's Rock N Roll!"  when we came down the hall (Kyle and I were the only ones at home at this point) Mom told us that it was more fun when we were kids and we would wake her up. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home for Christmas in a couple of years. Last Christmas I spent with Spencer's family. When Mati wouldn't get up Sam started playing revelry on the trumpet. Then Calli sent me up stairs to walk down with the other kids. They go in birth order. I am older than Spencer so I was at the back of the line! It was so different going from being one of the youngest kids to being the oldest. I wanted to stand by Hannah and Olivia. That's my place at my house. Haha. It was a really fun day. I loved watching everyone open their gifts. It's a free for all at Spencer's house. It was so neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-699724169243930150?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/699724169243930150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/memory-monday-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/699724169243930150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/699724169243930150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/09/memory-monday-christmas.html' title='Memory Monday - Christmas'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7130234373224218321</id><published>2011-08-21T18:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:23:35.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>The things that are</title><content type='html'>This is the first blog post in a long time. It's amazing him the lack of Internet can cut you off from so many thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do a good news minute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My new job is amazing. I love it a lot. I enjoy most of my coworkers. The one I don't enjoy doesn't bug as much anymore and we team sell really well together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedra was in town for a couple of weeks. It was fun. We played, stalked Donny Osmond and even made a quick trip to Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am all settled into my apartment. It's nice to feel like an adult. There comes a time when you out grow having roommates. So until a get married I don't plan on living with anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am currently listening to Spencer play the piano. That is one of my most favorite things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Even though Craig isn't my favorite person a still work there sometimes. It's just random and when I want to show up. It's nice to have the tips and the play money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a fun minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stories...&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I went to SLC to get my couch. It's spectacular! So my friend that we got it from didn't find a date for when we went to dinner. Spencer had a double date of the best kind. 1 boy 2 girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kid at work I don't enjoy is Ken. I call him Kennerd. We race in sales. He's winning right now but I'm closer to my goal than he us to his. Muhahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well for me. I'm enjoying being back in Provo. I enjoy being so close to Spencer. I am happy where I am in life for the moment. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7130234373224218321?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7130234373224218321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-are.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7130234373224218321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7130234373224218321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-are.html' title='The things that are'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-96344259561408881</id><published>2011-07-11T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:20:29.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. To let you know I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I moved back to Provo. I moved on the 4th of July. Spencer was awesome and spent the afternoon/evening helping me move and then putting my furniture together. He's awesome. I love him. He's for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job! That's right I said "PEACE OUT!!!" to Craig's and now work at Schubock Jewelry in the Provo mall. I heart it mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I went to the nickel arcade Friday. It's like a kid casino. We went with his home teacher and his wife. It was fun. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting on a couch in Spencer's living room listening to him practice the piano. He's only been playing a year and he's awesome. It's one of my favorite things getting to listen to him practice. He's a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to end my post I'd like to say I DON'T LIKE JIMMY OR BILLY!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-96344259561408881?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/96344259561408881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/96344259561408881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/96344259561408881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8582900365895324068</id><published>2011-06-26T18:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:40:59.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>All rolled into one</title><content type='html'>So it's been a full week since I posted last. I don't love not having Internet. It ruins my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Monday - My friend Katie and I had to make the diabetic dessert for the "Senior Saints" dinner when we were 16. We didn't have the baking splenda. We had about 500 packets that Katie stole from her dad. :) After opening all of the packets we were about 1/4 cup short. My mon said to just use sugar. Give the old people a treat. Katie and I weren't too big on killing people (yet) so we came up with a different plan.&lt;br /&gt;We pooled our money and went to Denny's and bought a piece of pie. (The people at Shari's knew us. We didn't want band for life) We then stole all The splenda packets off the tables! Our waiter comes out and says "how come every time I turn around I hear sugar packets shufflin'?" Katie and I then emptied our pockets and explained what we were doing. He went in the back and brought out a big bucket of splenda packets and said we could take as much as we needed! &lt;br /&gt;We didnt have money for a tip so we left a full subway card and Pass along card. Oh and just so you know, the brownies we made were gross. The moral of the story is USE SUGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - I again have no story. Work was rather uneventful. I didn't see Spencer and it was so hot out side I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Dave (My boss) closed the shop with me. He worked the front desk while I cut hair. Things he'd claimed I'd done he had to do. Such as turn customers away because we were booked for the evening. He was sweet justice! He also said as we were cleaning up that he couldn't believe how great I was. Haha I don't know why he was so shocked but what ever. In the bulk email with the next work schedule he added&lt;br /&gt;"Standing Ovation for Gina. As the only stylist for three hours in Orem I was amazed how many quality cuts she provided while providing a personal experience to each client. And the seven steps every time too! Big hand for Gina!"&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got full time hours again! Better yet, guess who's quitting! OH THAT'S ME! Muhahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - ......... I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Spent the evening with Spencer. I sure do heart him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We went to Ikea in the morning. Then had a fun date that night. We went to dinner and then a late showing of Cars 2. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- going on vacation&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- Not telling all your kids and also not having cell coverage. RUDE! (Dad, Guilty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- Ikea&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- not renting a uhaul when going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- fun dates with Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- there is no bad idea for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- 70 degrees with overcast&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- This 90 degrees with no clouds crap we've been having! (...oh how I miss Washington...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- packing all your things up before you move.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- wanting to move now because you are living out of boxes... (I was overly motivated when packing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- taking naps&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- wearing pants (I don't know why I think pants are a bad idea. I just don't like wearing them! Viva No Pants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea- having a night light when you're scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea- taking down all of your glow in the dark stars because your moving. (I know I'm 25 and that I shouldn't be scared of the dark but my room is scary now. I can't wait to move so I'll have my night light again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my week! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8582900365895324068?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8582900365895324068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-rolled-into-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8582900365895324068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8582900365895324068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-rolled-into-one.html' title='All rolled into one'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5229009478142697481</id><published>2011-06-19T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:32:30.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: styling your hair&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: aloe Vera gel... It's not sticky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: moving into a new place that is all my own!&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: roommates. (that's why I'm moving. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: ironing your table cloth&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: using the table ad your ironing board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: having a calling in primary&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: crying every time a kid turns 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: having a fun lunch date with your friends&lt;br /&gt;BETTER Idea: all ordering something different and sharing! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: new dresses&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: getting your fabric be cutting up other peoples clothes with out permission. (Muhahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: painting your toe nails&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: wearing shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: being ready for church&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: basketball shorts with your white shirt and tie. (Spencer and Sam, GUILTY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5229009478142697481?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5229009478142697481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-bad-idea_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5229009478142697481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5229009478142697481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-bad-idea_19.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-6201629744349817617</id><published>2011-06-16T07:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:02:00.677-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Ode to Katie Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfBqMG5Sjyc/TfZQqTJONwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b8sSpZ18yKo/s1600/101_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie Marie and I have been Friends for 14 years.It was a big Day for us when we realized that we had known each other longer than we hadn't. haha. I have been going through some pictures and thought I's post a few of us being... well us. I love me some Katie Marie. YOU SHOULD TOO!&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/-k9ZcJou4HTw/TfZQrWLcNYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/okL6nhScDKA/s1600/102_1659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ZcJou4HTw/TfZQrWLcNYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/okL6nhScDKA/s320/102_1659.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/-2cQdNYvTDoA/TfZQrrK_xQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WQ2945ymGks/s1600/102_1660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cQdNYvTDoA/TfZQrrK_xQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WQ2945ymGks/s320/102_1660.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/-W5VH-MRYG3w/TfZQsICEPYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kSQClxF0qeE/s1600/104_4767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5VH-MRYG3w/TfZQsICEPYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kSQClxF0qeE/s320/104_4767.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/-5V1im3CjYaY/TfZQstUpwmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MRVU-TJSWdc/s1600/104_5427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5V1im3CjYaY/TfZQstUpwmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MRVU-TJSWdc/s320/104_5427.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/-NS8xBbXWveg/TfZQtD1FyKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qjTYJc60V_g/s1600/104_5465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NS8xBbXWveg/TfZQtD1FyKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qjTYJc60V_g/s320/104_5465.jpg" width="240" /&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/-d399NANZZnI/TfZQtqi3UFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tTE7tilMkoU/s1600/104_5466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d399NANZZnI/TfZQtqi3UFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tTE7tilMkoU/s320/104_5466.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/-vg_Hh8p5oA4/TfZQuGMFnSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fK6ox0qj5xU/s1600/104_5482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vg_Hh8p5oA4/TfZQuGMFnSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fK6ox0qj5xU/s320/104_5482.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/-u9A4Cb91cV4/TfZQulEh2oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LJZZbfI76XQ/s1600/104_5509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9A4Cb91cV4/TfZQulEh2oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LJZZbfI76XQ/s320/104_5509.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/-w2KKd9w6Q-8/TfZQvNNegOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UindcDfL0-k/s1600/104_5510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2KKd9w6Q-8/TfZQvNNegOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UindcDfL0-k/s320/104_5510.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/-HDDkMg8HE5s/TfZQvuSqMvI/AAAAAAAAARA/aO0p8SM6M8M/s1600/104_5527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDDkMg8HE5s/TfZQvuSqMvI/AAAAAAAAARA/aO0p8SM6M8M/s320/104_5527.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(We were on our was to audition for American Idol. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXXkjPDFVbc/TfZQwEegnAI/AAAAAAAAARE/QCaoUzMiiYk/s1600/104_5719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXXkjPDFVbc/TfZQwEegnAI/AAAAAAAAARE/QCaoUzMiiYk/s320/104_5719.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfBqMG5Sjyc/TfZQqTJONwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b8sSpZ18yKo/s1600/101_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfBqMG5Sjyc/TfZQqTJONwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b8sSpZ18yKo/s320/101_0056.jpg" width="240" /&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/-QmYEiy4T-3s/TfZQygPt38I/AAAAAAAAARI/GIry1SqdQJU/s1600/104_6667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmYEiy4T-3s/TfZQygPt38I/AAAAAAAAARI/GIry1SqdQJU/s320/104_6667.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/-STNVNl93Pyk/TfZQzHIAmVI/AAAAAAAAARM/5axVGTVgO4Y/s1600/104_7200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STNVNl93Pyk/TfZQzHIAmVI/AAAAAAAAARM/5axVGTVgO4Y/s320/104_7200.jpg" width="240" /&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/3433029185278744113-6201629744349817617?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/6201629744349817617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/ode-to-katie-marie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6201629744349817617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6201629744349817617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/ode-to-katie-marie.html' title='Ode to Katie Marie'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ZcJou4HTw/TfZQrWLcNYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/okL6nhScDKA/s72-c/102_1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1407997041628737379</id><published>2011-06-15T07:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:10:01.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>The crazieness is genetic</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHJR0xEAwOM/TfZKxBDgDQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iyokljLZpDI/s1600/135_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHJR0xEAwOM/TfZKxBDgDQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iyokljLZpDI/s320/135_0936.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These are my parents. Kent and Charlet Anderson. They had 8 children. Wendi, Ryan, Heather, Dedra, Garen, Adam, Gina and Kyle. I have gathered a few pictures that I like of me and my siblings. The pictures are in random order. These are some good times. &lt;/div&gt;&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7kOm1yx0Gw/TfZKmWy_AKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6wnhWemWyZo/s1600/102_2498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7kOm1yx0Gw/TfZKmWy_AKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6wnhWemWyZo/s320/102_2498.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyle got the chicken pox when he was 17. Those are pox not zits. We were on our way home from selling a parade. I think I had a date that night. That's why the rollers.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhpQj1NjioI/TfZKm9Y1lQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-okir-fDDCw/s1600/104_5172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhpQj1NjioI/TfZKm9Y1lQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-okir-fDDCw/s320/104_5172.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was a dinner at Wendi's house. I really have no explanation for this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Kya_7u964/TfZKnTJ4BHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZD4v_frgTbo/s1600/106_0588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Kya_7u964/TfZKnTJ4BHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZD4v_frgTbo/s320/106_0588.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was in Kansas City with Dedra to see Wicked! (SOOO GOOD) We're Pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-H9cygGYiE8A/TfZKn2DgXBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/US1d0WyH_qg/s1600/116_0133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9cygGYiE8A/TfZKn2DgXBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/US1d0WyH_qg/s320/116_0133.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyle is a Civil War junky. His beard is eyeshadow. I drew it on myself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-clh3_W1UcNU/TfZKqV0lV5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/e1Y0DTw6JrQ/s1600/116_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clh3_W1UcNU/TfZKqV0lV5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/e1Y0DTw6JrQ/s320/116_0226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At a festival. Dedra and I are just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAY1b8j1myM/TfZKvPZKuiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dikxgkTb4g4/s1600/116_0274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAY1b8j1myM/TfZKvPZKuiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dikxgkTb4g4/s320/116_0274.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedra was trying to drown me. She's rude!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-ERIbD21AZz0/TfZKvjJRJWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7TrEHVSympU/s1600/119_0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERIbD21AZz0/TfZKvjJRJWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7TrEHVSympU/s320/119_0155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At Ensign Ranch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-VM4tK4K3jio/TfZKwQBHkYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4bO5-WVDuYI/s1600/119_0992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VM4tK4K3jio/TfZKwQBHkYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4bO5-WVDuYI/s320/119_0992.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garen was in town because he had to go to the Hospital about a heart thing he has/had. After a day of being poked he came to Mom's house. Dedra, Garen and I played with the camera for about a half hour. FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&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;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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypufFkb4RF0/TfZKxmBgpxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ng-K5AKwslU/s1600/137_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypufFkb4RF0/TfZKxmBgpxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ng-K5AKwslU/s320/137_0074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After we shipped Kyle off to the MTC Dedra and I drove for 3 hours to have dinner with Adam. We then drove home. haha&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8H67SWkPes/TfZKySYv5CI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kfiD-eZ2KSQ/s1600/137_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8H67SWkPes/TfZKySYv5CI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kfiD-eZ2KSQ/s320/137_0080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Same Dinner Trip... I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5B5VVQY-4s/TfZKzM6CEHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KK6mV8hBMo8/s1600/Garen+Adam+Gina_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5B5VVQY-4s/TfZKzM6CEHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KK6mV8hBMo8/s320/Garen+Adam+Gina_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Family Pictures! The 2005 Edition. Garen, Adam and I. I heart them.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oYXe6DiLK0/TfZKzoDOEPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uSrp8U2pB3o/s1600/IMG_3253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oYXe6DiLK0/TfZKzoDOEPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uSrp8U2pB3o/s320/IMG_3253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Heather Graduated! Yay her! This is Dedra and Heather making their Pretty smiles for the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-xlccdj15Esg/TfZK0dPWX1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/hdMhi3mOyUE/s1600/IMG_3796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlccdj15Esg/TfZK0dPWX1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/hdMhi3mOyUE/s320/IMG_3796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because My Blog is Private I can say this. These are the fun sisters!!! Wendi, Gina and Dedra!!!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKFWxAdwgxs/TfZK1Gl0umI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kAkDRwh-5Ec/s1600/IMG_3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKFWxAdwgxs/TfZK1Gl0umI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kAkDRwh-5Ec/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wendi isnt a fan of having her picture taken. Dedra and I were Really holding her there. haha&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TidnJQ_O4Q/TfZK1si3XoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jnC3Vu_0L5A/s1600/Scan0004_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TidnJQ_O4Q/TfZK1si3XoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jnC3Vu_0L5A/s320/Scan0004_004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ryan and I. I dont know how old we are.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dfR4Uj9WL0/TfZK2YEvJSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jAMB_me1eLw/s1600/Scan0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dfR4Uj9WL0/TfZK2YEvJSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jAMB_me1eLw/s320/Scan0009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Adam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-DjOXG4Z0q0s/TfZK3Hc4IJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oawIl4sKUU4/s1600/Scan0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjOXG4Z0q0s/TfZK3Hc4IJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oawIl4sKUU4/s320/Scan0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garen and Adam. Partners in crime from day one.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-LJejSFVLZCI/TfZK3mgzhzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_l2oVJAACVY/s1600/Scan0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJejSFVLZCI/TfZK3mgzhzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_l2oVJAACVY/s320/Scan0017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adam and I. I am a fan still of annoying him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScU-o-50rlE/TfZK4NjpZvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-fMpYQMUrok/s1600/Scan0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScU-o-50rlE/TfZK4NjpZvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-fMpYQMUrok/s320/Scan0019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Myself, Ryan and a doll. I think the Doll did his make up. Either way he's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-T1x6N6F5Abg/TfZLDGyTo9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/XRuxVp8XZqE/s1600/Scan0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1x6N6F5Abg/TfZLDGyTo9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/XRuxVp8XZqE/s320/Scan0020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garen, myself and Adam. I was 3 Adam 7 and Garen 8&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i9oR04K6oY/TfZLJX9puRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a2qj-rEjvr4/s1600/Scan0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i9oR04K6oY/TfZLJX9puRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a2qj-rEjvr4/s320/Scan0021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adam, Myself and Garen. We were trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-G8zq5RXtGu0/TfZLOGw6PEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MgP3EyvenS8/s1600/Scan0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8zq5RXtGu0/TfZLOGw6PEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MgP3EyvenS8/s320/Scan0022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyle and I just chillin'&lt;/div&gt;&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;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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOtrfvDU5uE/TfZLPIXwZjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ug8B1Ma5aGw/s1600/Scan0072_072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOtrfvDU5uE/TfZLPIXwZjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ug8B1Ma5aGw/s320/Scan0072_072.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedra and I. I think this was just random before church.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYBPt0Ex9ws/TfZLPXAJeXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1oVNVAAEEhM/s1600/ScannedImage014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYBPt0Ex9ws/TfZLPXAJeXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1oVNVAAEEhM/s320/ScannedImage014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Myself and Adam&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-eKbR9ngCIT0/TfZLPq5LiVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/by_8vuhxYLk/s1600/Seattle+trip+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKbR9ngCIT0/TfZLPq5LiVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/by_8vuhxYLk/s320/Seattle+trip+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle and I last October. I HEART this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/-GV2auVR8a-Y/TfZKldeOlRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZYR7mZ50nc8/s1600/100_1252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GV2auVR8a-Y/TfZKldeOlRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZYR7mZ50nc8/s320/100_1252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garen, Adam, me, Ryan and Heather. The Penguin was Kyle. He was on his mission. Ryan had tried to pinch my butt and then Adam did it! I was so picked on! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear people say "they are a product of their environment." Truer words were never spoken about me and my siblings. We are all loud, crazy, funny, AWESOME people. I heart them Mucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1407997041628737379?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1407997041628737379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/crazieness-is-genetic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1407997041628737379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1407997041628737379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/crazieness-is-genetic.html' title='The crazieness is genetic'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHJR0xEAwOM/TfZKxBDgDQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iyokljLZpDI/s72-c/135_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2095391426135436577</id><published>2011-06-14T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:16:42.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Story - Nothing</title><content type='html'>I have no story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my toe nails. They are red and sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2095391426135436577?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2095391426135436577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesday-story-nothing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2095391426135436577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2095391426135436577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesday-story-nothing.html' title='Tuesday Story - Nothing'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3907850972964478212</id><published>2011-06-13T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:22:43.366-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - Haircuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGkt673UlVg/TfZCAatslmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w3xc1L9XdK8/s1600/Scan0017+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGkt673UlVg/TfZCAatslmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w3xc1L9XdK8/s320/Scan0017+%25282%2529.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my Mom and Wendi. So I am going to say this picture was taken in 1971 ish. This amazing woman is responsible for some "amazing" haircuts. Lets take a walk down memory lane for Memory Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, Dedra and I have decided Memory Monday is going to be about haircuts. I cut hair for a living so I have some horror stories! I also know that having that to draw on is unfair. So, I will stick to the horror stories that have happened to my own head of hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have shared this story before but it's worth repeating. I happened to be one of those abused children that had a mullet. (I'm pretty sure that's where my deep hatred of mullets came from.) We hadn't moved to Silverdale yet, so I was maybe 3 or 4. (I remember doing this.) I had the scissors in my hand. I raised them to the top of my ear and cut. I had LONG hair. I watched the hair fall. I didn't think much of it. I then took the hair from the floor and put it on top of my head. (I thought it would reattach.) I then went into the kitchen where my Mom was. I went about my business. Then the dreaded words "Did you cut your hair?" escaped her lips. I said "No." (Again, I thought it would reattach.) She picked up the loose hair and put it in the trash. I was then was spanked and she cut the other side to match. That was the birth of my childhood mullet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later... Dedra and I asked Mom if we could cut my hair. Mom's exact words were "I don't care." Now for those of you who weren't raised in my house, that either means she really did not care or she wasn't listening and you may get your butt kicked later. This all depended on what it was you did. (Side Note: Cutting your sibling's hair is an offense that warrants death if caught.) Dedra and I went into Mom's bathroom to cut my hair. She kept making one side shorter. She'd "fix" it. Then "fix" it again and again... And again! It was still well below my shoulders but NOT as long as it was. We put my hair up in a towel when we walked out of the bathroom. Mom asked in her angry voice "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO???" &amp;nbsp; ...we were in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few months. Mom cut my hair to my shoulders to even out the rest of my mullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather cut my hair short one time too. She was brushing my hair and asked me if I knew the perfect length of hair. Then she showed me! RUDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had what I lovingly refer to as "kindergarten bangs." My bangs were no-joke 2 inches above my eyebrows. I think that's why my bangs are always below my brows now. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-3nvhd-haCMQ/TfZCA5Gdt6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8ADQjLRtsn4/s1600/Scan0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nvhd-haCMQ/TfZCA5Gdt6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8ADQjLRtsn4/s320/Scan0027.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is me showing off Wendi and Heather's mullets. I have been looking and can't find one of mine. I have a back shot but in order to understand the horror that was my cut, the back shot wouldn't do.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz4sba8tzrY/TfZCBjQfEwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/b8meGaEnc0c/s1600/ScannedImage005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz4sba8tzrY/TfZCBjQfEwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/b8meGaEnc0c/s320/ScannedImage005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a good shot of my awesome bangs. Also this is the candy that we used to make. So if you read the Memory Monday about the candy, that's what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&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/-q4EVcaKOnhs/TfZCBM1c16I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5L2X2huFQx8/s1600/Scan0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4EVcaKOnhs/TfZCBM1c16I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5L2X2huFQx8/s320/Scan0078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Mom working her magic on Janee Bales. Janee looked like Loretta Lynn when Mom was done. Her hair was HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxPMhGH0oo0/TfZEODKY5sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q1O7uY1P9B4/s1600/34051_1359013651372_1112451433_30839330_8350472_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxPMhGH0oo0/TfZEODKY5sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q1O7uY1P9B4/s1600/34051_1359013651372_1112451433_30839330_8350472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garen did this on his own... yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I’ve torn the band-aid off my wound I’m going to go cry in my closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids won't have bangs or mullets! This is a promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3907850972964478212?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3907850972964478212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory-monday-haircuts_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3907850972964478212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3907850972964478212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory-monday-haircuts_13.html' title='Memory Monday - Haircuts.'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGkt673UlVg/TfZCAatslmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w3xc1L9XdK8/s72-c/Scan0017+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2939472174673211643</id><published>2011-06-12T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:24:00.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Idea: shaving your legs.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: shaving with a dull razor... Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: being open and honest&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: offending people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: ice cream is never a bad idea. Ryan said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: cuddling in a blanket when you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: taking that blanket from someone who was using it to hide the fact they weren't wearing pants... Rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea:  practicing the piano&lt;br /&gt;BETTER Idea: listening to Spencer practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: drinking lots of water&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: racing the waitress! Fun but mean. (Can you have you large glass empty in the time she goes to get more water to finish filling the other glasses on the table? I can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: going to lunch with your Nieces.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not having a filter for the things that come out of their mouths when I wasn't at the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: My new pajamas&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not getting them sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Spencer Hales. He's a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not meeting him 4 years ago when I first moved down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Tetris&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Pong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: not being and alien.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: 17 year old boys. (aka ALIENS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2939472174673211643?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2939472174673211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-shaving-your-legs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2939472174673211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2939472174673211643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-shaving-your-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5941617203845474888</id><published>2011-06-11T22:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:25:43.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Date Night - Bowling</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a long while. I guess it's a good idea to take advantage if the Internet while it lasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I pilfer Internet from are so rude and inconsiderate for not always having the Internet working. That's called lame! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I went on a triple date tonight. We went bowling!!! (Not that kind of bowling. ;D Haha) Dinner, Bolderdash and rootbeer floats followed. It was fun. We were with Derek and River. Derek had set Rachel up with a guy from his work named Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Bowling we had "bowling names" in the computer. River was Tree. Derek was Hefe. Christian was Cornelius. Spencer was Sauce and I was Mom. Derek thought it was fitting. Haha I think Christian was the only one who broke 100. We were so bad! It was fun! Dinner was at The Pizza Factory. Games and floats were at Derek and River's apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Christian weren't being social with each other so Derek sent them on a walk. :) CUTE! Derek just wants everyone to be married and happy like he and River are. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting on a couch in Spencer's living room listening to him practice the piano. I love being able to end evenings listening to him play. Its one of my favorite things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5941617203845474888?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5941617203845474888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/date-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5941617203845474888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5941617203845474888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night - Bowling'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2139121886980571598</id><published>2011-06-05T17:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:41:30.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: Granola bars&lt;br /&gt;Better Idea: Granola bars with nutella &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: THERE IS NO BAD IDEA WHEN THERE IS NUTELLA!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: being clean and sober&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: being Gene.... Poor Gene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: wearing a towel as a cape&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not having a towel... Sad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Spencer putting his arm around me.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Spencer giving me a wet willy as his arm is around me. RUDE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: waxing your eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2139121886980571598?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2139121886980571598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2139121886980571598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2139121886980571598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1504194050722583789</id><published>2011-06-04T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:00:01.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>April and May</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2IVQqPKP4/Tek_q2kfgUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xfyz8skQftQ/s1600/107_1647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2IVQqPKP4/Tek_q2kfgUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xfyz8skQftQ/s320/107_1647.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes that is snow. Yes it was April. Welcome To Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhHYvgGAOO4/Tek_sUOKiUI/AAAAAAAAANA/gOQ9Bf6rRMA/s1600/107_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhHYvgGAOO4/Tek_sUOKiUI/AAAAAAAAANA/gOQ9Bf6rRMA/s320/107_1651.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jessica and I went to Dinner and then to a movie. I brush after I eat anyway but Jess just got braces. We were quite the pair! haha&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-8MzNrzd4ffo/Tek_tPJWsNI/AAAAAAAAANE/wbrotMWsPmM/s1600/107_1655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MzNrzd4ffo/Tek_tPJWsNI/AAAAAAAAANE/wbrotMWsPmM/s320/107_1655.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWeoDGIGNl4/Tek_tucrR8I/AAAAAAAAANI/kMJHmNqnJzM/s1600/107_1657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oWeoDGIGNl4/Tek_tucrR8I/AAAAAAAAANI/kMJHmNqnJzM/s320/107_1657.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spencer and I went to Goodwood BBQ on a date... Yeah never again. They were over priced and not very good. Now we know...&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElqMkgyUgB4/Tek_xIOLXBI/AAAAAAAAANM/X9AmZaKn1po/s1600/107_1659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElqMkgyUgB4/Tek_xIOLXBI/AAAAAAAAANM/X9AmZaKn1po/s320/107_1659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3zXxiAqRiI/Tek_yN3YiUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ybCHGcaFeRU/s1600/107_1660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3zXxiAqRiI/Tek_yN3YiUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ybCHGcaFeRU/s320/107_1660.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is some kid that was about to turn 16 and wanted to find a job. He told me that he know people wouldn't take seriously if he had long hair. This is his before and after photo!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lVuvClXqP4/Tek_zM6pr3I/AAAAAAAAANU/UAEx-foDHec/s1600/107_1669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lVuvClXqP4/Tek_zM6pr3I/AAAAAAAAANU/UAEx-foDHec/s320/107_1669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Lester. He's the Emu that I walk past on my way to work. He lives just up the hill from me. He's Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-U_B-06JV4X8/Tek_z2A8lXI/AAAAAAAAANY/vp8DqZ1DsZI/s1600/107_1674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_B-06JV4X8/Tek_z2A8lXI/AAAAAAAAANY/vp8DqZ1DsZI/s320/107_1674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spencer's little sister Olivia gave me these. I have then pressed in a book in my closet right now. I thought they were pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgRK1n50NBU/TelABxnig3I/AAAAAAAAANc/TOBKHwYn5iY/s1600/107_1677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgRK1n50NBU/TelABxnig3I/AAAAAAAAANc/TOBKHwYn5iY/s320/107_1677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My birthday was Mother's Day. I ate over at Spencer's house. This was the table setting.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-R3j1nXDufL8/TelACy_cDDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xg5NNJIGUag/s1600/107_1678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3j1nXDufL8/TelACy_cDDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xg5NNJIGUag/s320/107_1678.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How cool is that cake! Alexis made it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-QA6TN7uWBck/TelAFzQgfNI/AAAAAAAAANk/5TDpr0rLcuk/s1600/107_1692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QA6TN7uWBck/TelAFzQgfNI/AAAAAAAAANk/5TDpr0rLcuk/s320/107_1692.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Spencer working on the Wolf Puzzle that we started conference weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3OB_hv4UwI/TelAIqZPEkI/AAAAAAAAANo/1mJtJIEzDZk/s1600/107_1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3OB_hv4UwI/TelAIqZPEkI/AAAAAAAAANo/1mJtJIEzDZk/s320/107_1699.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was hard! Also, its missing a piece. :(&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4_-ReyishU/TelALRHNiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/j5FlADoMAnY/s1600/107_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4_-ReyishU/TelALRHNiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/j5FlADoMAnY/s320/107_1700.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have a new game that Spencer doesnt care for. Its called "take a picture of Spencer EVERYDAY!" This was him not loving the Idea of me taking his picture.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q0c5wpI420/TelAMFjYcaI/AAAAAAAAANw/vQLcfVZP7gw/s1600/107_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q0c5wpI420/TelAMFjYcaI/AAAAAAAAANw/vQLcfVZP7gw/s320/107_1711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE THIS PICTURE! It was after Church. He wasn't loving the camera and I thought it was funny. Makes for a good picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST PART OF MAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took Family Pictures for Katie and Ben. Well I tried to at least. I think we are going to have to try again. These are just a few of my favorite ones!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-wM5HtUDxXEo/TelAQZC-lzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RM7bSGuYHSk/s1600/DSCF0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wM5HtUDxXEo/TelAQZC-lzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RM7bSGuYHSk/s320/DSCF0241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/-u50TAYD5X1g/TelAUOibDqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/haaYOgvbh2g/s1600/DSCF0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u50TAYD5X1g/TelAUOibDqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/haaYOgvbh2g/s320/DSCF0249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNV4acsNyU4/TelAVhrwOQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MxIIFNDb6rU/s1600/DSCF0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNV4acsNyU4/TelAVhrwOQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MxIIFNDb6rU/s320/DSCF0253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie didn't want to play nice. If it were me and may family. The First picture would be the 8x10 on the wall. I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1504194050722583789?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1504194050722583789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/april-and-may.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1504194050722583789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1504194050722583789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/april-and-may.html' title='April and May'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C2IVQqPKP4/Tek_q2kfgUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xfyz8skQftQ/s72-c/107_1647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3491224106967200425</id><published>2011-06-03T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:06:34.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>My Tuesday story (late) The Ghettoness Of Craig's - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EsW7BdSrj0/Tek6VFb48NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mf3JVtDy5ak/s1600/107_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EsW7BdSrj0/Tek6VFb48NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mf3JVtDy5ak/s320/107_1713.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is where I work. Craig's Cuts. You see the 7 in the sign? That's because Our cuts are only $7! Isn't Craig Nice? (He's Trying to Kill us!)&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-PaNPM78bukU/Tek6WPnQfRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-kjrLLkVU0M/s1600/107_1714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaNPM78bukU/Tek6WPnQfRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-kjrLLkVU0M/s320/107_1714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the Shop. Anya is sitting at the "front desk" finishing up the numbers. We were finally closed! See the gross floor? Did I not tell you is was gross!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuaXDR-K4Js/Tek6W6gguYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K7CCCfn79W0/s1600/107_1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuaXDR-K4Js/Tek6W6gguYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/K7CCCfn79W0/s320/107_1715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the Craig's Cuts History! You will see that some bratty kids have started to peel off the letters and numbers. Also Craig does NOT pay is better than the average chain. He is a LIAR! I'm sure if it were 1925 and we were paid what we are we'd be making bank. Its 2011 my friends! We are making peanuts! Not even that! We are making broken peanut shells that you scrape off the bottom of your shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-hk09I3OOtZU/Tek6XknWh6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/nAp6yhIBiQw/s1600/107_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hk09I3OOtZU/Tek6XknWh6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/nAp6yhIBiQw/s320/107_1716.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also do waxing. You see that nice clean wax pot? I told him it was gross a year ago and that we needed a new one. As you see he didn't listen.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-jydOzNJckH8/Tek6YWFQ5WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UtCGMKlUhZM/s1600/107_1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jydOzNJckH8/Tek6YWFQ5WI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UtCGMKlUhZM/s320/107_1717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have had customers comment on out pretty sink. We need a new one. This one is falling apart. Craig will not pay for things. Things are expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZehrCL22W6w/Tek6a9q0aVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ACUe2mt8hnI/s1600/107_1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZehrCL22W6w/Tek6a9q0aVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ACUe2mt8hnI/s320/107_1718.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See the tape on the hose? I have the water running in this picture. You can see that the water is leaking from under the tape. I didnt have it on too high. I didnt want to spray myself in the face!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLjjwpR7ix8/Tek6bprH24I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yt-Y4uH2Fq8/s1600/107_1719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLjjwpR7ix8/Tek6bprH24I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yt-Y4uH2Fq8/s320/107_1719.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Proof Craig wants to kill us.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jgzpsd1yXM/Tek6c4J5nvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w3zSUkN3AsY/s1600/107_1720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jgzpsd1yXM/Tek6c4J5nvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w3zSUkN3AsY/s320/107_1720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is our break room. Makes you want to just take a break right now doesnt it!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-RCIDja2QceE/Tek6eujbiLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0vV_5eTbba4/s1600/107_1721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCIDja2QceE/Tek6eujbiLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0vV_5eTbba4/s320/107_1721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You see how everyone else has a real sign and we have a banner held up by bungy cords? Yeah, we're high class.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOK53CEZdRY/Tek6fWSDZXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a1HKpI5Wvq0/s1600/107_1723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOK53CEZdRY/Tek6fWSDZXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/a1HKpI5Wvq0/s320/107_1723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Craig has this sign on the door of the shop. He likes to micro manage and babysit us. This is his personal Cell Number. No Joke! He really wants you to call him and tell him about your experience at the shop. If you liked it then we have no reward. If you didnt like it he cuts your hours, Makes your life a living Hell and then if you are lucky he'll fire you. He's by far the best boss ever! YAY CRAIG!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have worked here for a year now. He had 5 locations and is making a mockery of the hair industry. He has no business sense and knows nothing about hair. He is going to school right now. He is a History Major and wants to be a basketball coach when he grows up! SERIOUSLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3491224106967200425?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3491224106967200425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tuesday-story-late-ghettoness-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3491224106967200425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3491224106967200425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tuesday-story-late-ghettoness-of.html' title='My Tuesday story (late) The Ghettoness Of Craig&apos;s - Part 2'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EsW7BdSrj0/Tek6VFb48NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mf3JVtDy5ak/s72-c/107_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7183972629661114084</id><published>2011-05-30T07:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:30:00.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - The Festivals</title><content type='html'>Monday Monday da da da da da da, so good to me... Every other day (every other day) every other day if the week is fine. Yeah. But when ever Monday comes.... Okay no more singing. On to the reason for this post. It's Memory Monday! I am going to tell you some fun stories about the markets and festivals! WOOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I went home for the 4th of July festival. I was home for about a week. Dad, Dedra, Kyle and I worked the show in Oak Harbor. It was so fun. Dedra and I pretended to be rock'm sock'm robots. Dad had to tell us to stop the "grab a**" haha We call it "grab donkey" haha. That just makes us more silly.  We pretended to eat the cotton candy as we were making it. We would randomly bust a move. (we are amazing dancers) I love the 4th of July show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Fireworks on the Fjord in Poulsbo. Darren, the fish guy was a couple of booths down from us. He would never be in his own booth! He would always be taking drinks from us or eating our food. He would tell us to get back to work when he wasn't doing anything. He was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time at the fair in Elma he was over at our booth before the show had really got going. Heather was making her a drink. Diet Coke with lime, heaven be thy name! Darren's drink looked like Heather's and his was already made. So I took a big drink of his drink. I then look at him in disbelief! It was 10am!!! There was rum in the drink! He laughed and chugged the rest. I left to brush my teeth again. It was lame and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Kitsap County Fair we had the big kitchen in the building with all the commercial vendors. It was cool ish. Dedra and I were working and she had the front end. We had been writing "Cin" for cinnamon sugar and "pow" for powdered sugar on the tickets. Some lady ordered a cake with both. Dedra came in the kitchen and said "it's Cin-pow" as she said this she reached to grab my shirt (stealing is a sin- she accidentally grabbed my boob- still a sin) then punched me for the pow! It was special. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this same show Dedra and I were telling each other things that we invented. Haha. She said I invented cotton candy machines. I said "well I invented cotton candy. You kept eating your shirt and I figured there had to be a better way" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been people at these shows that have been less then... nice. We'll go with that. We don't know their names but if you ask any member of my family who the Toothless Wench or the Fat Basturd are, they could tell you. It seemed for years that they were trying to ruin our lives. She got dad kicked off a parade rout in Marysville one time and The Cop walked him back to our booth. When he got there I asked " was it the toothless wench?" the cop laughed and said "that's what he called her!" anyway back to the story! They had a booth just around the corner from us. Some how Dedra was able to make nice with them. Don't ask me how because I don't know. They ended up giving us a bunch of pudding at the end if the show for some odd reason. On the way home that night dad said "roll down your window" I did. "Now pick up the pudding" Odd, but I did it. "Now see if you can hit the mailboxes." haha no joke my FATHER was telling me to throw pudding at the mailboxes. Haha Good times! My aim was bad. His wasn't. He's had more practice. (Dad this is not ridicule. It praise!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lango's are Hungarian Elephant Ears. It was Katrina and Micky that ran that booth. Katrina was talking with us as her husband was out front talking with Dad. She pointed at Micky and said in a thick accent "do you see that fat, ugly old man? He wasn't fat, ugly or old when I married him." (Micky was neither fat or ugly.) Katrina another time helped Dedra with a sunburn she had. She gave Dedra a spray to put on the burn "here, it comes from my country. Not legal in US" haha! It worked very well though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some of the shows, when slow we would take naps in the "office" also known as under a table. Haha. We also had "company stationary" also known as Paper plates. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At random shows the entertainment would be a hypnotist. Dedra was Brittany Spears and danced like a crazy person! I was miss piggy with all the attitude that goes with her. I also was able to dance and sing like I was the next American Idol at one show. I belted my song and everyone was shocked. It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedra and I got henna tattoos on our feet that matched one year at Whaling Days. I'd gotten henna done a couple times in Marysville. It'd been years though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shopping for the shows we'd hit Costco and Cash n Carry. We knew the workers by name at Cash n Carry! Robert would always get on my case about climbing the shelves. He would say "here comes trouble" when Mom and I would walk in. I heart him. When Dad told him she died he got teary. We've known Robert for a good 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time at Whaling Days that some brat ran between the booths and bumped our table that had the oil on it. The table fell and oil hit the back if my leg. Thankfully the oil wasn't all the way up to heat yet. It ruined my pants and I got to go to the ER for burns. :) It's funny how with the candy, funnel cakes and us just being stupid we don't all look like the burn victims we should. I have a small scar on my upper thigh. Dedra has one one her toe... But thats really it and both of those were from the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year at Whaling Days Dedra and I made Mom go on the big slide with us. She was trying everything to get out of it! Then when the time came she was hating life. She wanted to go last when walking up the stairs. (Mom missed a lot of cool things because she was scared. "it's too high" BS! We weren't going to let it happen again!) We made mom go first! Then me then Dedra. The whole way up she kept saying she wanted to go back. We told her the only way down was on the slide! We had Dad take our pictures as we came down. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logger rodeo in Seqhim, Wa was always the second weekend in May. My birthday is the 8th. The MC guy would announce to the show goers that they should go get a funnel cake and wish me a happy birthday over the big speakers every hour. That started when I was 12 and he did it every year til I was 21. (That's when I moved to Utah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would meet crazy people all the time. There is the lady in Elma that would eat the whole funnel cake and then try to return it saying she didn't like it. Every year she tried this! Then Paul who was Asian would greet you with "howdy partner"in a thick Asian accent. The ice cream lady... Her name is Kim. She is a nut job! I'm not going into that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was one summer that mom would give a trophy to the employee of the show. She would give it to herself every show. To Charlet from Charlet you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shows taught us that sleep wasn't needed. If you had a Mountain Dew you were fine. That Once you found your rhythm you can work for HOURS with out stopping. Hard work is something you can still do when tired and hardly able to move. It's all in your head. You can still do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathed and loved the festivals. As I wrote this out I laughed so had remembering things that I had tears running down my face. Oh they were some good times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7183972629661114084?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7183972629661114084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-festivals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7183972629661114084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7183972629661114084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-festivals.html' title='Memory Monday - The Festivals'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-4133335261879318779</id><published>2011-05-29T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:41:00.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: Walking to the store&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: wearing shoes that rub wrong on you ankle because you weren't wearing the right kind of socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: laughing with a person on the bus that was cool and you'd cut his hair a few weeks before.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: his name no joke being John Thomas (from Pleasant Grove haha) and he asks for your number... (ALL KINDS OF AWKWARD... and funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: calling your brother 9 times  and sending him 25 text messages with In 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not realizing its a company phone and he could get in trouble... (sorry Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: singing while at work to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not realizing the song you are singing is a love song and the creeper guy in your chair ends up asking you out because you "sang it for him" (I said no. Ewww) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going to bed early in hopes that you'll catch a few extra hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not getting more than 3 hours of sleep a night for 2 weeks now no matter what time you go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Gina&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Dedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: going to the beach with your Dad&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: writing lies in the sand (Dedra. Guilty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Working on puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Dedra teasing Spencer and I for working on puzzles. (RUDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: socks&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: spending time with someone you love. &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: midnight... Is always comes too soon. (RUDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Ryan doing good idea bad idea on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Ryan not getting a blog sooner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-4133335261879318779?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/4133335261879318779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_29.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4133335261879318779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/4133335261879318779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_29.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1827877114214171129</id><published>2011-05-27T23:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:11:46.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>You asked for it!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with Dedra. She told me to update my blog. Well Dedra, you asked for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6sBUXS6ZO0/TeCKEZaUsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xoxmt03miCg/s1600/106_0591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6sBUXS6ZO0/TeCKEZaUsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xoxmt03miCg/s320/106_0591.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/-dRy0slOonr4/TeCKGTjj5jI/AAAAAAAAALw/5DKfh_Luo4s/s1600/106_0592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRy0slOonr4/TeCKGTjj5jI/AAAAAAAAALw/5DKfh_Luo4s/s320/106_0592.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/-RHzxs9V714I/TeCKIOQvX4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QRk1JlgI3bc/s1600/106_0612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHzxs9V714I/TeCKIOQvX4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/QRk1JlgI3bc/s320/106_0612.jpg" width="240" /&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/-7aIWqqRJsPU/TeCKK3SVPuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qhSfKSzVdlM/s1600/106_0635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIWqqRJsPU/TeCKK3SVPuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qhSfKSzVdlM/s320/106_0635.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/-VSnsxCLQjCc/TeCKMJiLj1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Jn4uJCSW5Ac/s1600/106_0643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSnsxCLQjCc/TeCKMJiLj1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Jn4uJCSW5Ac/s320/106_0643.jpg" width="240" /&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/-Ok0UthTbyPQ/TeCKNi0K_FI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HaDtekXm4Iw/s1600/106_0661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok0UthTbyPQ/TeCKNi0K_FI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HaDtekXm4Iw/s320/106_0661.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf-UrUQBoWg/TeCKP4gbBXI/AAAAAAAAAME/X1kw_77uY5s/s1600/106_0679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf-UrUQBoWg/TeCKP4gbBXI/AAAAAAAAAME/X1kw_77uY5s/s320/106_0679.jpg" width="240" /&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/-t9d0KOhDQ-E/TeCKRP8UlZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VIGpKVMcKE8/s1600/106_0704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9d0KOhDQ-E/TeCKRP8UlZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VIGpKVMcKE8/s320/106_0704.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/-8fke8beRH7Y/TeCKTF1lgCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eQ1V0tp1lsg/s1600/106_0735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fke8beRH7Y/TeCKTF1lgCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eQ1V0tp1lsg/s320/106_0735.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pG6CQ_GzIAc/TeCKUNiNKbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m50B-UqHZN8/s1600/pict0573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pG6CQ_GzIAc/TeCKUNiNKbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m50B-UqHZN8/s320/pict0573.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Dedra, STOP BOSSING ME! You Know this is what I do when you force me to update. Why do you do this to yourself? Seriously! Muhahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1827877114214171129?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1827877114214171129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-asked-for-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1827877114214171129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1827877114214171129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You asked for it!!!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6sBUXS6ZO0/TeCKEZaUsvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Xoxmt03miCg/s72-c/106_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3547955217422417540</id><published>2011-05-24T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:36:17.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Story - Time Out</title><content type='html'>I just got a text from my very nice and not bossy sister Dedra. (SHE IS BOSSY!!!) She said I needed to do my Tuesday story! Well I have one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Spencer's class he came over. We were listening to music as he worked on the puzzle and I played games on his phone. Spencer decided to start changeling words to the song. He stated adding the word "booger" to River of Dreams by: Billy Joel. I find that word to be one of the grossed words EVER! I get up and walk to my room. I was shunning Spencer for being rotten! He got up turned the light off in my room and closed the door as he said "You're in time out young lady." I said "WHAT!" as I followed him. He laughed and said "I knew that would get you out." I couldn't believe I was played so easily! RUDE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back in my room and call my sister. I tell her what had just taken place. We both laugh. We talk for a bit and she reminded me of something I'd done before. We then put a slight twist. Haha. I get up and close my door. I quickly change my clothes! I put in leggings, my tutu, a crown, and 2 feathered boas! I put my hair in pig tails. I grabbed the toys that I let Sophie play with then she's here and set them up to start playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of my door being closed Spencer knocks. The door opens and he's standing in the door way. I look up from my toys and say "Can I be out of time out now?" He smiles and says "No." as he starts to close my door. It was to funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of time out now! I changed my clothes back and am now writing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my Tuesday story. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3547955217422417540?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3547955217422417540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-story-time-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3547955217422417540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3547955217422417540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-story-time-out.html' title='Tuesday Story - Time Out'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1786348194486396342</id><published>2011-05-23T15:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:15:38.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - Ryan!</title><content type='html'>So it's Monday again. Dedra and I decided a few days ago that we were going to make this Memory Monday about out "awesome" brother Ryan. All of the things you will read are true. Most of the things were traumatizing. All of them are awesome memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan got home from his mission I was 7. We lived in a small house and there were A LOT of people living there. I shared a room with Ryan. He worked at a hotel as a night auditor. He would get home a couple of hours before I had to be up for school. There was only one bed in our room but it was a queen. He'd plop down on the bed to try and get some sleep before he had to go to class. I would some times try and cuddle. I was 7! He was the best big brother ever. He never told me to move over. He would put his arm around me and thank me for keeping the bed warm. Maybe that's ONE of the reasons he doesn't let his kids sleep in his bed with him. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was the WORST babysitter ever! When Mom and Dad would leave he would one if two games. Sometimes both if he was in a "playful" mood. One of the games was call "dodge my feet" How do you play you ask? Oh Ryan holds you up side down by your ankles agents a wall and says "dodge me feet" as he tries to kick you! The other game was "be quiet or you'll sit on the fridge." I am 15 years younger than Ryan. I was 3-4 when he's use sitting on the fridge as a babysitting tactic. I was so scared I wouldn't move. I would cry. He was so mean! Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another game Ryan liked to play was "call the song" if he asked you to call the song you had to know the artist and/or the song tittle. If not you were walking! There were many times growing up that we had to walk. Haha If we were with in 4 miles of the house we weren't safe! Haha &lt;br /&gt;********************side note********************&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was playing Encore with his friend and was kicking everyones butt. (I think I was 7) I made up my mind right then and there I was going to beat him at this game. I was 21 and we were playing it at Ensign Ranch. It took 14 years but I did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan was telling the kids he was getting married he took us aside so it wasn't a huge thing. It was personal and HE told you. He took Kyle and I to the Zoo in Sequim, Washington. I was 9 and Kyle was 6. We had lunch and got ice cream. My favorite part was when Rhonda got licked by a Buffalo! Haha good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when I was 8 that he tried to trick me into cleaning out his car. I didn't want to! So when I went inside because I was done doing something I didn't want to do in the first place, he said I had to finish! I was so upset! I ended up finishing but it was a lousy job. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 4. I had skinned my knee. I was in Mom's bathroom crying and cleaning it up. Ryan came in and told me that if I put tape on it that the tape would turn to skin in just a few days... I did use the tape he brought in. I crumpled up some toilet paper and tapped it to my knee. We didn't have bandaids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This happened a couple of years ago. I was home for Ensign Ranch. It was my first trip back home since I'd moved to Utah. We were playing with the BB guns at his house and I called Ryan a bad word that starts with an "A". He point blank shot me in the back of my leg! We were leaving when it happened. Well Ryan, that BB tore my pants and broke the skin. I ended up making cut offs out of them because I had blood all over the one leg. Thanks! You are a Ferguson! Haha (I know I had it coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 older brothers and Ryan is the oldest. He is awesome. I love when he comes to Utah and I get to go to dinner with him. I love when I am home and get to see him and his family. The silly things done as kids and as adults have created memories I wouldn't trade for anything. He is an awesome big brother that I know I can count on. I love you. Ryan! You only stink sometimes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1786348194486396342?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1786348194486396342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-ryan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1786348194486396342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1786348194486396342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-ryan.html' title='Memory Monday - Ryan!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2221027921591066788</id><published>2011-05-22T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:39:02.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: leaving on a mission&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: being from Vernal Utah (Sam said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: using the restroom, washing your hands and then returning out side. &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: only stopping to pee on a tree then going back to playing. (Welcome to Vernal) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Running a marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bad Idea&lt;/strike&gt;: Best Idea: wearing the medals you won everywhere you go! (Really seeing this makes me smile every time. Yay Sam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Making your blog private so unwanted eyes won't be reading.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: being one of the unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: brushing your teeth after you eat&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: getting strange looks from people you don't know as you brush your teeth in their home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Having a "Wow" experience and being so excited to go to work each day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Craig's Cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going on a day trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: I have no "Bad Idea" for this one. Day trips make me happy! Plus Spencer and his family are fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Washington and Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Arizona, Nevada and New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going to a missionary farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: wearing pantyhose all day. MUCHO BAD IDEA! (I'll be home soon and shall take then off.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: writing your "good idea bad idea" blog post &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: writing it in the car. (I seriously feel like I may vomit!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2221027921591066788?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2221027921591066788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2221027921591066788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2221027921591066788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_22.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3564302416956171307</id><published>2011-05-21T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:29:00.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>The ghettoness of Craig's</title><content type='html'>The sink: The sink had a leak in the hose. Rather than spending the $3 for a new hose they used electrical tape to "fix" it. Not only does is still leak it now makes more of a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chairs: The vinyl is cracking! The fluff is exposed and the hair sticks to it. Gross! They also need some WD40. they squeak really bad when you pump up or lower the chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floors: No matter how many times we sweep the floor is gross. They look dirty even after we mop. It's sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break room: The door doesn't close. It is too big and was hung crooked... Craig is a master craftsman. Also he hung blinds over the hole in the wall so you couldn't see in. Then when hanging these blinds he informed the stylists that he was doing "real work" that what we do wasn't. Lets see him stand for 10 hours a day being nice to gross people, bending in weird ways to get the right angle to cut the hair, using muscles in his arms, shoulders, back, hands, wrists and legs he probably doesn't know he has. Doing what he expects us to do with a smile on our faces and then say it's not "real work" He is an A**!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think with how much they preach to us about giving a "Wow" experience they'd want nicer things or even things that work in the shop... Well shows what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my Craig's Cuts experience. Trust me it's been a "Wow" for me! Because Wow, I've worked here a year and still haven't shanked Craig. Not from lack of wanting or chances. Just for the fact that he's not worth the effort or jail time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place isn't all bad. I work with amazing ladies that I love very much. We really watch out for each other. We can speak freely with each other. We are aware of each other's feelings. They are great people that I can call my friends. If the only positive thing I take from working at Craig's is meeting them, then I'm the winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3564302416956171307?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3564302416956171307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/ghettoness-of-craigs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3564302416956171307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3564302416956171307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/ghettoness-of-craigs.html' title='The ghettoness of Craig&apos;s'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7646087479633758590</id><published>2011-05-19T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:13:22.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&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;I feel that I can now post about Mother's Day. I have some random pictures that I love and want to share.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8llTmRFzVw/TdVtdvpGwHI/AAAAAAAAALk/G2PfUZNT0AE/s1600/Scan0010+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8llTmRFzVw/TdVtdvpGwHI/AAAAAAAAALk/G2PfUZNT0AE/s320/Scan0010+%25282%2529.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is My Mom. Charlet Ann Price Anderson. I know that every person can say that their Mom was Crazy. Mine Really was. She was a parent, friend, and someone that couldn't keep a secret to save your life.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXRrz5nOgNo/TdVtcAYIanI/AAAAAAAAALc/hLZlPgrCQGI/s1600/FH000002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXRrz5nOgNo/TdVtcAYIanI/AAAAAAAAALc/hLZlPgrCQGI/s320/FH000002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When you could catch her actually smiling it was a treat. She had an amazing laugh that I miss everyday.&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;br /&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/-LUnhwqrpijU/TdVte5p991I/AAAAAAAAALo/qnB73Q0-DU0/s1600/Scan0014+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUnhwqrpijU/TdVte5p991I/AAAAAAAAALo/qnB73Q0-DU0/s320/Scan0014+%25282%2529.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a 4 generation Picture of Grandma Calaway, Grandma Price, Mom and Wendi. I cry when I look at this picture because I cant even take a two generation picture. I love it though because these are 4 amazing ladies.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRJMfssLX1Q/TdVtZdJXLUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fqI2Dzp36lU/s1600/135_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRJMfssLX1Q/TdVtZdJXLUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fqI2Dzp36lU/s320/135_1006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are my Parents. I took this picture. Mom is smiling because Kyle and I were threatening to tell fart jokes. Dad wasn't thrilled. You can see it on his face. haha&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DmPbED7j1I/TdVtaYPaVgI/AAAAAAAAALU/hoDo93QyQfQ/s1600/135_1009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DmPbED7j1I/TdVtaYPaVgI/AAAAAAAAALU/hoDo93QyQfQ/s320/135_1009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*kissy kissy*&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTcK6ip0Ng/TdVtWFwbGqI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZGL2JI6fe68/s1600/116_1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jTcK6ip0Ng/TdVtWFwbGqI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZGL2JI6fe68/s320/116_1409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Kansas to visit Dedra. I love this picture because Mom never liked being in front of the camera. It was rare and nice when we could catch her being silly on film.&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;br /&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/-RJdqRBWe99o/TdVtSCbL9BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lBr7LGIzGgw/s1600/116_0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJdqRBWe99o/TdVtSCbL9BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lBr7LGIzGgw/s320/116_0232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ONLY time Mom ever was on a ride at a fair! Dedra and I had to push her up the stairs the whole way. She doesn't like high places. She doesn't like slides. She HATES rides and yet... WE WIN!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJT28gsSxYc/TdVtTL97XrI/AAAAAAAAALA/ivaUBLDrhyo/s1600/116_0286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJT28gsSxYc/TdVtTL97XrI/AAAAAAAAALA/ivaUBLDrhyo/s320/116_0286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were showing Mom out tricks and she couldn't do it. She stuck the spoon up her glasses and said "see I did it." it was so funny!&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99yk-WkXXeQ/TdVtRPRRezI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M13RxaV4HaQ/s1600/116_0218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99yk-WkXXeQ/TdVtRPRRezI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M13RxaV4HaQ/s320/116_0218.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She told Dad to "stop taking my damn picture" It made me happy.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-do2k0g73r_w/TdVtUSUCauI/AAAAAAAAALE/pT1pGnu9xDw/s1600/116_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-do2k0g73r_w/TdVtUSUCauI/AAAAAAAAALE/pT1pGnu9xDw/s320/116_1406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom Laughed with her whole Body. Again, I cant tell you what an awesome laugh she had!&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&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/-fLhLiNKfwGU/TdVtGt3t3NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qC7O_Hp4j_o/s1600/100_8287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLhLiNKfwGU/TdVtGt3t3NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qC7O_Hp4j_o/s320/100_8287.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dedra and I would always sing "Opera" together. It was loud, off key and SO BAD! Now every time we try to sing together we cant stay on key. Mom was trying to help us. We sang for Matthew's baptism. We did okay... ish.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdySh8Hxr8/TdVtNa0zE2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fmO-9MKHgGA/s1600/104_4652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JdySh8Hxr8/TdVtNa0zE2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/fmO-9MKHgGA/s320/104_4652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We found out Mom had cancer on May 9, 2006. We were 3 months into chemo in this picture. I would take every Monday off so I would be there with Mom during chemo.&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;br /&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/-JmbLTixmzs4/TdVtOYH-G1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2bh0kuRIQHI/s1600/104_6358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmbLTixmzs4/TdVtOYH-G1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2bh0kuRIQHI/s320/104_6358.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though she was so sick she never lost her flair. She was still every bit as much the spit fire she always was.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YORAs4kGX9k/TdVtMG6bJjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P8VoxXjLrlg/s1600/102_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YORAs4kGX9k/TdVtMG6bJjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P8VoxXjLrlg/s320/102_0397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom Died February 25, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Cancer came back and 3 weeks after we found out she was gone.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1wpVm_Sdhw/TdVtQBLCA4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Yb6d2L3bgYg/s1600/107_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1wpVm_Sdhw/TdVtQBLCA4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Yb6d2L3bgYg/s320/107_0387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though she cant tell me to stop being a "little shit" or to quit my "damn bawling" I know she wants to. I miss her more than I can say and would give anything to hear her swear at me. I love her. She knows that. I will get to see her again. I know this. I am thankful everyday that I am part of an eternal family.&amp;nbsp;&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;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7646087479633758590?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7646087479633758590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7646087479633758590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7646087479633758590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8llTmRFzVw/TdVtdvpGwHI/AAAAAAAAALk/G2PfUZNT0AE/s72-c/Scan0010+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1231108133927337228</id><published>2011-05-17T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:56:12.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>My Tuesday Story - 7 miles later...</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays used to be the bane of my existence but no more!!! With the recent developments with Craig's Cuts aka HELL ON EARTH I no longer have to deal with $5 days! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have cut everyone's hours because of school being out. All the college kids are going home so they don't need anyone full time or so they tell us. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for another job. I still kinda need full time hours. Craig's isn't offering that for anyone right now. BECAUSE THEY SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my story today is:&lt;br /&gt;I had a tift with my roommate this morning... Oh the high school drama! I long for a place of my own.&lt;br /&gt; I walked to the Provo library. (5 miles) I filled out applications, placed my resume and printed out several copies so I can place more tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I then walked to Spencer's house (0.4 mile) I visited with him for a few minutes. He had TONS of reading for his class so I didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;I walked from Spencer's house to Katie's house. (1.6 miles) we had lunch, watched a movie and talked. &lt;br /&gt;At 7 Spencer came and picked me up. He and I went to dinner. Then we just hung out at my apartment.(He drove haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Tuesday story isn't out landish. My day doesn't really stand out. I got to spend the afternoon with my best friend. I got to go on a fun date with my boyfriend. It may not have stood out but it is a day I'm proud to write in my journal and also share with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next Tuesday I'm reverse a natural disaster then take a nap. Who knows? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1231108133927337228?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1231108133927337228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-tuesday-story-7-miles-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1231108133927337228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1231108133927337228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-tuesday-story-7-miles-later.html' title='My Tuesday Story - 7 miles later...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2213569337287670732</id><published>2011-05-16T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:58:12.804-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - The Candy</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I could write about the candy. I could tell you how much we hated it. I could tell you that we missed school for it. I could tell you how the smell of sugar in the air as i was walking home from the bus stop made me walk slower. I could tell you how the thought of Saturday made me Ill. &lt;br /&gt;I could also tell you that the song 9-5 by Dolly Parton warms my heart and makes me laugh. I could tell you that I am close with my siblings because we worked long hours together. We would laugh so hard we would cry. We would cry from exhaustion til we would laugh. As much as we hated the candy, we have some amazing memories because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 7 the first time I got to ride in a police car and it wasn't the last time. &lt;br /&gt;The security guards at several outlet malls have been toyed with. We were sneaky and they could never find us but we always knew right where that were. That's called team work. We have been kicked out of stores and towns by frustrated people that couldn't believe that the mouthy 10 year old wasn't intimidated and would still look them in the eyes. I have walked the main street of every major town in Washington by the time I was 10. How many people can say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our selling trips/ vacations we drove to Utah. I was 5. We were at the BYU bookstore. I think Heather was supposed to be watching me. I was bored and started walking to the car the way we came in. I was standing at the drop off in front of the Wilk. I decided I wanted to try directing traffic. In the mind of a 5 year old I was going great! The cars were listening to me and there were no accidents. I was doing my job right. Haha. Mom was relieved and ANGREY when she found me. I was in huge amounts of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time we were leaving early on a Saturday morning. Mom was rushing us because we were going far and had to be there between 9 and 10. Once we got there and we are getting teams set and routs picked I tell Mom I forgot my shoes. We were in such a rush and I didn't even notice til we got there... She wasn't happy... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7 I got my ears pierced. We were coming to the end of the selling day ish and Dedra thought I should get my ears done. The first place we went to the lady had 15 piercings in each ear. I was so scared that I worked myself up to a vomit. I was crying and couldn't breathe. It was bad. We left. The second place an old mean grandma lady sat me down, told me I wasn't allowed to cry and took a pen to color on my ear lobes. She drew a dot on each of my ears and checked if they were even. She then showed me the GUN and said I had to hold still. Two painful quick pinches later I had pierced ears. Adam told me they were ugly and I had to take them out. I didn't listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite stories. I was 8 or 9 I think. I had been talking in a british accent all afternoon. Some lady in a flower shop said my accent was amazing and asked where I was from. I dropped the accent and said "Bremerton" Dedra was so embarrassed! Hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Memory Monday for this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2213569337287670732?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2213569337287670732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2213569337287670732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2213569337287670732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-candy.html' title='Memory Monday - The Candy'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8944558565888025062</id><published>2011-05-15T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:50:14.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love the Gospel'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2011</title><content type='html'>17 years ago I was baptized. My brother Ryan had been home from his mission for about a year. Not thinking that this would hurt my Dad's feelings, I asked if Ryan could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was cold. Ryan said the prayer wrong and I had to be dunked twice. (I grabbed his tie the second time. He came down with me!) The dress I wore after was red with tiny white hearts on it. If you just glanced they looked like pokie dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for 17 years. I'm glad I made that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 9, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I were able to the Temple with Ryan's ward. We did baptisms for the dead. My Dad and sister were able to be there too. My Das was finally able to baptize me. My sister Dedra was the one who handed me my towel. I was so thankful for that. It was 16 1/2 years in the making! My dad and I got teary eyed. It was an amazing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the blessings that being a member of this church has brought me. I am so thankful for the Temple and that my family is sealed for time and eternity. I look forward to the day when I can go through the Temple. I am thankful for the covenants that I was able to make 17 years ago today. I am thankful for the knowledge that when I pray that my Heavenly Father hears and answers. I know that this church is true. I know I am where I am supposed to be. I am thankful for the scriptures and how they guide me. I know the things in these books were saved of our day. I love my Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ. I know that the Savior suffered in the garden and on the cross for the sins of the world. I am so thankful for the Atonement. And I say these things in Jesus' name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8944558565888025062?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8944558565888025062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-15-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8944558565888025062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8944558565888025062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-15-2011.html' title='May 15, 2011'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-6101273359951493351</id><published>2011-05-15T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:01:47.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>So I caved... It was my one day protest. Spencer has been texted, called, pleaded with, harrassed and still won't post. I have things I want to post so I'm going to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Updating your blog&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Not updating your blog. (SPENCER UPDATE YOUR BLOG!!!!! Please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: blog stalking&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: blogger being down for 2 days. RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: making cinnamon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Spencer not taking them home with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: going for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Better Idea: walking in the rain during a light thunderstorm. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: expressing how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: expressing said feelings with your fist and someone's face... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: doing your laundry&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not folding your clothes for a long time so your dresser is empty and all your clothes are in a pile at the foot of your bed... Guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: practicing the piano&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: sitting on the couch looking at the piano debating whether you should get up or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: being pantless&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: wearing pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-6101273359951493351?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/6101273359951493351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6101273359951493351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6101273359951493351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_15.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-9165910940525678693</id><published>2011-05-13T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:11:06.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Squaw no post'um!</title><content type='html'>Dedra said that because I now have a way to post often that I am now being held to a higher standard... HA! Did you not read my last post? My last post was nothing but fluff from a mind not functioning. There was no substance and I sounded like an airhead. I am not going to post anymore unless I have something of note or I have a story that I want to share. There will be the random Memory Monday or Good Idea Bad Idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet!!! So for all you bossy people that keep telling me to post more, here's the deal. I'll post again when Spencer posts next! So until then, Squaw no post'um! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-9165910940525678693?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/9165910940525678693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/squaw-no-postum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/9165910940525678693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/9165910940525678693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/squaw-no-postum.html' title='Squaw no post&apos;um!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-6070220792305645857</id><published>2011-05-10T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:45:39.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Things I shouldn't do...</title><content type='html'>So I am a fan of ramblings and randomness. The two go hand in hand. I happen to be suffering from sleep depravation and feel the need to ramble about random nothingness. This is something I should never do! Haha Other things I shouldn't do are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write things on my blog with out proof reading. I say stupid things or I have many typos... I should work on that. I will go back sometimes and reread the things I write... oh how I sound like an airhead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Swear at my boss. I have yet to do this. I would like to do this. I have to remind myself daily that I need this job. That I can't burn this bridge until I have crossed another. I am working on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Murder my roommates. My Mom taught me to clean up after myself. Is it really that hard to take out the trash? The dishes needed help getting dirty. They need help getting clean too! Seriously! Spencer helps me more than the people I live with! He is my sanity. If it weren't for him I'd have killed roommates long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Tuesday story... Aren't you so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one! Oh wait... I was so out of it today. It was 20 minutes til closing and I was sort of cleaning up... Ish. I had just rinsed my combs and turned to get a towel. Me being unaware as I was of everything going on around me turned the wrong way and walked into the doorway of the break room. Luckily no one saw this. (so naturally I feel the need to post it on my blog...) I felt like such a dork. Yet sadly that was the high light of work until Spencer showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut Spencer's hair today. That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made BBQ chicken for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't folded my laundry. I don't think that will happen tomorrow either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the 113 section of D&amp;C in my personal study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crazy plan I want to put into motion. I don't think Mom would love this plan. (I LOVE THIS PLAN) I would like to hear what she would tell me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say. I am just typing what ever comes to mind.... and right now my mind isn't working so this post is a special treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedra, make me a treat! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-6070220792305645857?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/6070220792305645857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-shouldnt-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6070220792305645857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6070220792305645857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-shouldnt-do.html' title='Things I shouldn&apos;t do...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8656640723446323310</id><published>2011-05-09T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:25:00.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - First date with Spencer</title><content type='html'>So it's Monday again! Yay Monday! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Memory Monday I posted some of my firsts. I think I want to stick with that. I am going to tell you about my first date with Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an awesome friend named Derek. Derek was in my ward when I moved to Utah this last time and Spencer has known him since High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16, 2010&lt;br /&gt;I get a phone call from Derek saying "Gina! We want to offer you Sauce!" (a nick name Spencer has had since high school) Derek called Spencer and said something pretty close to that about me.&lt;br /&gt;In my journal it says "they are setting me up on a blind date... I'm scared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day! I was scared out of my mind! The last guy I'd gone out with, we'll... Let's just say it didn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;"Sauce" and Theron knock on my door. It was a group date. Derek with River, Rachel with Theron, and "Sauce" with me. &lt;br /&gt;Derek and River went down the hall for a few minutes to we could all talk. Haha! I was siting on the couch. Spencer sat on the other couch but we were at the same end. I look at Theron who was sitting on the floor by the door and say "So you, tell the class a little about yourself." He started talking about Math and how he lived for it... I then say "Okay so you are no longer allowed to talk around me. You have lost all speaking privileges" This not being intimidating... Haha I turn to Spencer and say "Okay your turn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving to Trafalga and we passed some people having car trouble and the boys saved the day! &lt;br /&gt;Once we got to Trafalga we played mini golf. Derek is super competitive and was keeping score. I tore up the score card and then the fun began! We started placing bets! I thought Spencer was really nice and way cute. I said if he could get a whole in one that I would make him dinner later in the week. He'd been kicking out butts anyway and totally made the shot! I was very pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mini golf we went to dinner at China Lilly. It was good and the conversation was good too. I was digging on how shy Spencer was. It was adorable how he'd blush when talking. He was just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all came back to my house for rootbeer floats and watched 'Cars' I'd never seen it before. I was sad when Spencer didn't sit by me when we watched the movie. :( I thought that I'd again like someone who didn't like me back. Haha STORY OF MY LIFE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our first date. It was about as Mormon as they come. It was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my journal I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"I think I scared the guy! I don't think I'll get to go out with him again because I'm intense. Sad Day. It was a really fun evening though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see him again though! Muhahaha! He came over for dinner a few days later. Then nothing til Derek and River got married. Now almost 9 months later... I'm pretty sure I'll keep him. I love him a lot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8656640723446323310?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8656640723446323310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-first-date-with-spencer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8656640723446323310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8656640723446323310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-first-date-with-spencer.html' title='Memory Monday - First date with Spencer'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-6297611417915483505</id><published>2011-05-09T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:09:33.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Do NOT's of getting your hair cut part2</title><content type='html'>"Not too short but not too long" what does that mean? How short is too short? How long is too long? I have no idea. It is different for every person. Please people, we need a little more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD STILL! I don't care if you are 2 or 92. Hold still. If your child won't hold still please don't be mad if we can't get everything. It's hard to hit a moving target. If you are an adult, you have NO excuse to be wiggling. Kids have some excuse but once you are 3-3 1/2, you should be able to sit still for 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;I had a kid in my chair today that was 13 and wouldn't hold still. He was wiggling so much I missed the comb and had to take his hair MUCH shorter than what his Mom wanted. It's very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how you want your hair cut and then change your mind 50 times. One cut per customer please! I don't want to cut your hair over and over again. There is a kid named Jeremy that comes in ever 3 weeks. I always cut his hair. I will cut it at least 10 different ways before he leaves. He'll tell me, I cut it like he says and then he changes his mind. It makes me frustrated. I can do 3-4 haircuts in the time it takes me to cut his hair! Arg! He is always please and says he's coming back to me. That is great, other than I don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like your haircut, please tip your stylist. That's where we make our money. If you go to a restaurant and like your server you tip them right? It's the same with a stylist. Also, please don't ask us for change for a $100 and then walk out with out tipping. We know you have the money! Don't tell us it's the best haircut ever and not tip us too. That hurts our feelings. "hey you did great but you're not worth the extra $2" Well thanks buddy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-6297611417915483505?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/6297611417915483505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-nots-of-getting-your-hair-cut-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6297611417915483505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/6297611417915483505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-nots-of-getting-your-hair-cut-part2.html' title='Do NOT&apos;s of getting your hair cut part2'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7276860959769555</id><published>2011-05-08T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:07:19.037-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><title type='text'>My non Mother's Day post</title><content type='html'>I thought Dedra said it best on her blog do I am going to copy part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not in the mood to listen to Mother's Day talks. I don't really want to hear how great everyone's mother is and all the super fantastic things they do. So here's how it's going to go down. I'm going to take a super soaker with me to church tomorrow. (A really big water gun.) I might even get the backpack the holds extra water. Then I'll sit in the front row of the chapel and as each speaker talks about how awesome their Mom is, I'll squirt them in the face. Gurgling talking will take place. When it's over, I'll go to the next class and act as though nothing out of the ordinary happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not going to Church today. I will go next week. I don't want to be grumpy with people that have done nothing wrong just because I miss my Mom. So happy birthday to me! I am staying home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for a real Mother's day post. It's just going to be late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7276860959769555?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7276860959769555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-non-mothers-day-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7276860959769555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7276860959769555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-non-mothers-day-post.html' title='My non Mother&apos;s Day post'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2084557284409075849</id><published>2011-05-08T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:12:37.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: Bringing your lunch from home so you don't spend money at work.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Being the only one who does that and having no one to trade with. Also when they order food I want some but can't partake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Cheese Its &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: being out of Cheese Its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going to Church.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Bringing a soda with you and opening it in the middle of testimony meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going to the gym and riding and exercise bike for over an hour. (awesome cardio!)&lt;br /&gt; Bad Idea: Falling off said bike. (Dedra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Getting tips&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Getting tips from Dedra. (No I will not play in the road or eat a yellow snow cone.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: walking to and from work for the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Eating cookies on these walks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Talking on the phone with a friend you've not talked to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: reverting back to the teenager you were when you were friends and planning things that could land you in real jail not the pretend kind of our youth! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Going to a Nuskin party that your friend invited you to.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: only going because it's held in Donny Osmond's neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Putting the cat in a tube sock to see what it would do.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: letting it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2084557284409075849?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2084557284409075849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2084557284409075849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2084557284409075849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea_08.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-463887095659823420</id><published>2011-05-07T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:56:12.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - on Saturday- Firsts</title><content type='html'>So we are going to take a look at some firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and walked to school with my brothers. I was excited to be there. They dropped me off at my class and things were good. I only got in trouble twice and Mom only got one phone call. :) &lt;br /&gt;I think the better story would be day two. I walked again with my brothers but I had to find my class on my own. I couldn't remember where it was. So rather than asking a teacher I walked home. I cried the whole way. When I got home, snack in hand, Mom asked why I was crying and home. I told her. She laughed and said "you could find your way home but not your class!" I was sad then. It's funny now. It was about a mile walk from school to the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date:&lt;br /&gt;So I would go out with my friends and we'd pair off but I don't count those as dates.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend Janet and she wanted to set me up with her brother in law. (Janet got married at 16. She and I went to beauty school together) His name was Morgan. He was 6 years older than me.... &lt;br /&gt;They picked me up and we went to a really crapy restaurant. We then went back to Janet's house to watch a movie. Morgan spilled he beer on me. I asked Janet to take me home. So I got home late and smelled like beer... It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Time Holding Hands:&lt;br /&gt;There are the times holding your friend's hand because a creeper is following you at the store or whatever. The first time for reals though I was sitting at a movie theatre. The show had just started. My arms were folded and I was leaning kinda away from him. He reached across me and grabbed my hand. He then said "I just wanted to hold your hand." it was seriously one if the cutest things ever. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: &lt;br /&gt;This was all kinds of awkward... I'm embarrassed thinking about it! So he was super cute and asked if he could kiss me. I smiled and said yes. So standing in the parking lot of the Skill Center, I nervously lean in, he leans in too and we missed! So we tried again. We didn't miss the second time. ;) We didn't miss any other time after that either. There is nothing like a first kiss... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time being pulled over:&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 and on my way home from my friends house. It was almost 11. Some of my friends and I were going to hang out at my house. James gave me his cell. He and Jenelle had hers. We were racing and I was winning. I got pulled over going 60 in a 35. I had almost cried my way out of the ticket. I started laughing before my window was all the way up. He knocked on my window and gave me the ticket. I fought the ticket and won. I got off completely. Muhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my firsts. Haha The ones with funny stories. Also I couldn't think of any other ones. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-463887095659823420?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/463887095659823420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-on-saturday-firsts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/463887095659823420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/463887095659823420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-monday-on-saturday-firsts.html' title='Memory Monday - on Saturday- Firsts'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5595701270418560853</id><published>2011-05-02T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:10:57.359-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The do NOT's of getting your hair cut!</title><content type='html'>When you sit down in your stylist chair to get a haircut and they say "so how are we cutting your hair today?" DONT SAY SHORTER! It's the most annoying thing ever! We know you want your hair shorter! That's why you're here. We can't cut it longer!!! So if you know that you want a 2 on the sides and finger depth on top, say it! &lt;br /&gt;When we ask how you want you hair cut don't tell us how you style it. That's not what we asked you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, saying "trim" means nothing! I have seen "trims" where the people get 7 inches cut and "trims" where it's 1/4 inch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter, just cut it how you want" "you're the professional" We are professional. We also could shave your head and not care. So if you want hair when we're done, tell us. "Sure" is not an answer, it's an evasion! "Just cut it the same as last time" WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about talking on your phone. RUDE!!!  We are trying to cut your hair. Being on the phone and acting like  we are the rude one makes me want to cut your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not done with your haircut please don't ask us if we are going to leave it like that. We're not done! If we move you or the chair dont move back. We put you there for a reason. If we do ask you how you style it please don't tell us the product you use. We don't care if it's gell or clay or wax. we want to know the style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you're not picky and then question everything we do. It's okay if you're picky. Don't lie to our faces! Also, don't tell me your haircut is quick and easy. Do you cut hair? No? Then how do you know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "oh you know" is also something that is annoying! NO WE DON'T KNOW!!! THATS WHY WE ARE ASKING YOU!!! We see so many people everyday. I personally average about 400 haircuts a month. Every person with out fail does one or more of these things. Please know what you want when you come in. If you can, bring a picture. It makes our lives so much easier. Also really look at the picture. If you have thin straight hair don't bring a picture of someone with thick curly hair saying you want that. This is a comb, not a wond! We do what we can but don't expect the impossible. If you don't know and want our advice, listen and answer our questions. We are trying to help you. Not attack you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have gell in your hair, expect to pay the $2 for a shampoo. If you have an itch let us know. If you move and we aren't expecting it you should expect to lose more hair than you want. Never Ever EVER use the cape to get hair off your face. That is gross! Pull your hand out from under the cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to let you all in on a secret. There are only 7 haircuts in the world. Long layers, short layers, elevated, graduated, clipper, vertical and blunt. That's it! There are all kinds of lengths you can have these cuts. There are many ways to style them. You can even mix and match the cuts on the same head of hair. There are still only the 7 cuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want length in the back to cover my neck but not a mullet" I'm sorry sir the definition of mullet is short on top and long in the back. I cut this "non-mullet" for this man and he was happy. It was a mullet. You can't have hair 4 inches in the back and 3/4 inch on top with out it being a mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can avoid chewing gum when getting your hair cut. Please do so. If you must be chewing gum, please don't chew with your mouth open. I had a man sit in my hair that chewed like a cow and then started gagging when hair got in his mouth. I then started gagging. Not good. I also had a man in my chair that hadn't put his teeth in and was trying to chew his gum. That was one of the grossest things I'm ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked in and asked for Flynn rider's haircut. He had his 3 little girls with him. He had grown the patch of hair on his chin and was now getting the haircut. His girls were so excited and kept saying he was the best dad ever. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I end this rant. If the shop closes in 5 minutes and you come through the door please don't be mad if we are booked and can't take you. Please don't be mad if we just don't take you. We have been here for 10-12 hours and are tired. We have been here all day. We are open for 10-12 hours a day find time. Don't come in 5 minutes before close and ask for a 20 minute service. It's rude! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5595701270418560853?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5595701270418560853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-nots-of-getting-your-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5595701270418560853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5595701270418560853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-nots-of-getting-your-hair-cut.html' title='The do NOT&apos;s of getting your hair cut!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3754264489265693371</id><published>2011-05-01T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:34:22.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ken needs his butt kicked'/><title type='text'>My evening... Ken this is for you!</title><content type='html'>So I called Dedra because I wanted to tell her that I made bread for the first time. Spencer and I made dinner for his family. His parents are out if town this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made pork roast, mashed potatoes, green beans and dinner rolls from scratch. It was so good! It was fun.  It was all of his siblings, Chelsea and me. We are a fun group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made cookies too. Spencer, Chris and I were in the kitchen cleaning up and making new messes while everyone else was watching a movie. :) End result was chocolate chip cookies and a clean kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Dedra... She didn't answer her phone when I called her. I then called my dad to tell him of Spencer and I and out bread making adventure! (Neither one of us had ever made bread. He had the leg up because at least he'd seen his mom make bread. My Mom never did.) Dedra then calls me 3 times when I was talking to my dad! RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One if the times that she called she let her husband leave me a 4 minute long voicemail message. If you have ever called my phone and gotten my voicemail you know that I HATE voicemails! I listened to the whole thing. Ken sang me Christmas carols and kept making sounds like things were exploding! My favorite part was that every time he said "BANG" or "BOOM" Dedra would giggle in the back ground! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dedra and Ken very much. They are both TURDS!!! I wouldn't change them for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3754264489265693371?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3754264489265693371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-evening-ken-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3754264489265693371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3754264489265693371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-evening-ken-this-is-for-you.html' title='My evening... Ken this is for you!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-153580878480768639</id><published>2011-05-01T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:12:37.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: Studying for your finals&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: studying the chapter about STD's as hot men walk by.... Awkward (thanks Anya) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Getting your hair cut&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Saying "I want something new and different" getting a SHORT high stacked A-line and not telling you stylist that you're getting married in 3 weeks. (THAT IS CALLED STUPID)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: updating your blog&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not updating your blog (Spencer, UPDATE YOUR BLOG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: meeting new people at church&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: getting in trouble for giggling and eating chocolate with your new friend in Relief Society when you are only visiting the ward. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: texting your friends&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not proof reading said texts... you may have sent dirty things not knowing it til you get their response. (sorry again btw) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: eating your veggies&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: counting bacon as a veggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: waking up early&lt;br /&gt;Bad  Idea: WAKING UP EARLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-153580878480768639?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/153580878480768639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/153580878480768639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/153580878480768639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7152799666177087507</id><published>2011-04-30T19:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:41:12.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a handsome Prince. He is so handsome that all the girls in the kingdom would fall in love with him. He is so smart that all the people in the royal court ask his advice and help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the royal Jester decided that the Prince needed a new Princess. The Jester, only knowing common folk, told his friend who is a cook, barber and maid that he would like her to meet the Prince. This young lady was nervous and excited to meet the Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince came to meet this young lady at her home. He was no ordinary Prince. He is a cut above. He didn't have a white Mustang. He has a black Mazda!  (he thinks that the ford mustang has lost it's flair.) He doesn't look down on the people. He works with and acts as an equal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this prince went to meet the lady they were both smitten. The young lady asked the Prince over again for dinner later in the week. After this dinner nothing came of their meeting until the Jester married. After this celebration the Prince and the young lady spent much time together. They found every reason to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months have passed and the two have gotten to know each other very well and have fallen in love. They have traveled long distances to see the girls family. They have worked together during hard times and have truly been there for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady is a journal keeper. She takes pictures and wants to document her life. She wants to have these things for future generations. She has recently taken to blogging. The Prince has several blogs and never updates them... This makes the girl very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a letter written by the young girl to her Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Darling love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me that you haven't updated your blog in such a long time. I want to see the fun and witty things you post. So my love, UPDATE YOUR BLOG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of the subjects out there please write to the Prince. Let him know that he should update his blog so the young girl won't have to cry herself to sleep anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7152799666177087507?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7152799666177087507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7152799666177087507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7152799666177087507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-645608717410573562</id><published>2011-04-26T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:45:39.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>HELLO! WELCOME TO CRAIG'S!</title><content type='html'>I woke up, showered and got dressed this morning and was in a rather good mood. I looked out the window and what did i see??? Well not popcorn! Thats for sure!  It was snowing like crazy!!! All I could think was "I am NOT going to work today!!!" I text a coworker and got a ride. (I would have called Spencer but today was his first day of classes! Yay Spencer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was sort of entertaining. I like to do obnoxious things to make the day pass faster on Tuesdays. I'll talk in different accents. I'll try to work a silly word into every conversation I have. Today, being the busiest day of the week decided I was going to greet every person that walked in with "Hello! Welcome to Craig's!!" I was able to do so also. I had so much fake enthusiasm and cheer that by 10:30 I had every girl working laughing anytime someone walked in. Haha it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked ended and I was free to go so I did. I don't love $5 day but I love knowing I make my coworkers laugh and have fun when we have to be tortured every Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-645608717410573562?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/645608717410573562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-welcome-to-craigs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/645608717410573562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/645608717410573562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-welcome-to-craigs.html' title='HELLO! WELCOME TO CRAIG&apos;S!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5008519278819872806</id><published>2011-04-25T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:09:13.026-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday - Grandpa Price</title><content type='html'>So this Memory Monday is going to be about my Grandpa Price. (Mom's Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as close to him as I would like to be. I wish we could have visited more when I was younger. I still have some really awesome memories of this funny, crazy, wonderful man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the only times I was in the car with Grandpa when he was the one driving, I was 7. Grandpa is a drummer and a good one at that. He played in jazz bands and other things just for fun. There was a song on the radio or the tape we were listening to that he REALLY liked. The was keeping time with the break and gas peddles. He was swerving over both sides of the road. He was just rocking out! Norma was scared as was I. (I also was getting sick) she called out "ANTHON!!!!! Stay on the road!" he laughed and said "I am. I'm just using the whole road". He thought it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a festival in Pasco when I was 14 and Grandpa and Norma came and saw us. Grandpa got Sanette to distract Norma for a bit. Norma had put Grandpa on a diet and he wasn't having any of that! He ate 2 funnel cakes and a hotdog before Norma got back. He was finishing the second cake when she walked up. He got in trouble but didn't care. He told her she had no proof. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time when I was about 19 when we went to visit him. Mom was playing the piano and Grandpa was playing the harmonica. Grandpa told me to sing. I'm not the best singer but I'm not shy. We sang for a bit and then Grandpa handed me $0.50 and said i've been paid so now I'm professional! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last trip I took with my mom to see Grandpa we all drove out to see Steve and Marla. They had just gotten a new dog. It was an ankle biter! I told Steve that I was going to kick his dog if it kept biting at me. Steve was like DO IT! Grandpa then said "I'll kick that damn dog!" then he chased the dog passed the driveway where it hid til we left. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trip there I was 20 (I think) I was sitting on the couch next to Grandpa and I put my feet over his lap. He let it slide for a few minutes and then he pounced! Grandpa wrestled me to the ground and pinned me! I was beat up my a blind 80 year old man who was laughing at me! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is blind now. He runs down the halls of the retirement center he lives at. He still runs across streets with out looking. He likes to use field glasses in the car saying he checking out all the pretty girls. He is funny and swears. He'll make faces at the camera and laugh as he flips you off. I love my Grandpa. He's the only Grandparent I have ever had but he was the best. I wouldn't trade him or any of the fun times I've had with him for anything. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5008519278819872806?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5008519278819872806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/memory-monday-grandpa-price.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5008519278819872806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5008519278819872806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/memory-monday-grandpa-price.html' title='Memory Monday - Grandpa Price'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7956009876443754335</id><published>2011-04-24T00:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:12:37.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: kissing your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: kissing him all over his face like he's a little kid just because you know it annoys him.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: writing in your journal everyday&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: writing things down that people could use as Black-male later in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: giving people the haircuts they ask for&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: mullets, bowl cuts, Florence Henderson haircuts, Joan Jet shags and uro-hawks GROSS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: doing fun things that create memories with your siblings and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: getting caught doing these fun things and having your evening end with a phone call to your dad saying "hey, um... So you're our one phone call..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Having dinner with your awesome cousin Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Letting Darcy's flirty 3 year old play with Spencer. (Seriously, every little girl ever falls in love with him! He is so cute. I can't really blame them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: Stalking people you like &lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: falling in love with your stalker... awkward &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: going to the gym twice in one day&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: going out for nachos to celebrate your gym success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: earning some extra money for the famdango&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: stripping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: listening to good music as you walk&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: singing along loudly to the music as passerby's stair at you like you're nuts! Hahaha (They should have just enjoyed the free Concert! I'm amazing!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7956009876443754335?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7956009876443754335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-idea-bad-idea_4643.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7956009876443754335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7956009876443754335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-idea-bad-idea_4643.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1786611648198342907</id><published>2011-04-22T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:30:08.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Rock Band Rock Stars!!!</title><content type='html'>So tonight I invited Spencer and all of his siblings (6) over for dinner and Rock band. I made dinner. They brought Rock Band. His sister brought one of her friends. We had 9 people in my little apartment rocking it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had soft tacos for dinner. I picked that because they are messy. I am a messy eater! I have such a hard time when I eat at their house because everyone there is neat. I just want to use my hands! Haha So this was my pay back Muhahaha!!! It's sad that my master plan is making then get a little salsa on their hands... Oh well I really like then so a little salsa is just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a dork fish I didn't take any pictures. :( Chelsea rocked vocals, Spencer kicked trash at the drums and anything else he touched. Everyone took turns with the guitars. Sam was half asleep on the floor until I said we should have one of his eyebrows. He then moved to the couch and played with us. It was so much fun. You are Jealous or our awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is the king at rock band. He is the reason that the game was invented. Olivia played her first song on hard. She rocked it. Mati is a better singer than she thinks. Hannah kicked butt at the drums. Chris did everything. Sam can play on expert. It made me feel lame because I have to play on easy or medium. Haha Lexi and Chelsea were awesome. They hammed it up! It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might get beat up for this but I think this new band that was created tonight is even better than 'The headless Iguanas' Oh yeah! I went there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made cupcakes somewhere in there too. Rainbow chip with cream cheese frosting. I was good and didn't eat one. That didn't stop me from telling Lexi to eat 5. She didn't.... :( haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ton of fun. I hope they did too. I'd so do this again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-1786611648198342907?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1786611648198342907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/rock-band-rock-stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1786611648198342907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1786611648198342907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/rock-band-rock-stars.html' title='Rock Band Rock Stars!!!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7698516299395170656</id><published>2011-04-20T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:45:39.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Ruin My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Work a.k.a Hell</title><content type='html'>Nothing is all bad... If you think about it you could say hell is just a sauna. Right? Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So best quote today at work came from an old man. I asked if he wanted his eyebrows trimmed he said "no, I have an eyebrow comb over. If you trim them people will know I'm bald."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man in my chair, maybe 25 ish. He would not sit still. I told him I wad going to shave his head if he didn't stop moving. He kept turning my chair so he could look in the mirror. I flat out told him to stop that I need to see not him. He was a butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya is wonderful. She is one of my favorite coworkers! If I had to be in Hell today at least I was in good company. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my knight in a shiny black Mazda3. He rescued me and took me home. Yay! There was an  event at the round table so he couldn't stay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i was in hell most of today and I missed seeing Spencer, it's been productive and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7698516299395170656?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7698516299395170656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-aka-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7698516299395170656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7698516299395170656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-aka-hell.html' title='Work a.k.a Hell'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2724618097150614767</id><published>2011-04-18T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:00:34.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>THE HAPPY GO PUKEY ROAD!!! Told through the eyes of a 6 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on a trip selling candy, at least I think we were... We were coming to the end of what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a weekend. I also think we saw John John that trip... It was Mom, Dad, Dedra, Garen, Adam, myself and Kyle. We were in what I remember as the smallest car I had seen in my life at that point. We were headed north on hwy 101. If you have ever been on that road you know it twists and turns. It goes up and down. It has so many trees lining it that even if you feel fine you'll get sick watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sick of being on the road. We were sick of being in the car. We were sick of each other. We were flat out sick too. I don't remember who puked first but once it started there was no stopping! It was a chain reaction of vomit! Dad stopped the car because Kyle, being the sickest 2 year old in the world had puked from both ends all over Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the car still sick. Some of us puked on the side of the road. Some of us were feeling better. My parents and those who were not dying helped clean up the car as best as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get back in the car because we were still 3 hours from home. That was the longest 3 hours of my life! What's funny is a couple of years ago Dedra and I were driving to Adam's house and we were like "hey! This is the happy go pukey road!" haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an episode of Tiny Toons were Plucky went on a trip with the pig... I can't remember his name. They went to a theme park and there was a ride called "Happy Go Pukey" that's were we came up with the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed my trip down Memory Lane... Ah good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2724618097150614767?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2724618097150614767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/memory-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2724618097150614767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2724618097150614767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-3966787315238092564</id><published>2011-04-17T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:12:37.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><title type='text'>Good Idea Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>Good Idea: having a quiet evening at home.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: Beating your roommate and her friend for being to noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: watching a fun movie.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: watching the same movie for the 4th time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: dancing around your room like a crazy (AWESOME) person.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: not noticing that my window was open for the first 10 minutes of said act. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: reading Facebook updates and blog posts made by friends and family. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: stalking friends,family, family friends and strangers in this same fashion. (people might think you're crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Idea: soup. Soup is always a Good Idea!&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea: mushrooms. Mushrooms are always a Bad Idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-3966787315238092564?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/3966787315238092564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-idea-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3966787315238092564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/3966787315238092564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5916035768582818416</id><published>2011-04-05T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:42:29.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><title type='text'>Di-be-bi-dra</title><content type='html'>This is a blog just for Dedra. Dedra is my sister. I love her. She is a turd. She is a crazy awesome sewer. She has 4 kids. She has one husband... So maybe 5 kids... She is an awesome sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite times with her are from when I was younger and didn't know she hated me. We are 8 years apart and I thought we were the same age. :) She put up with me and I didn't even know she didn't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed her 18th birthday party. I thought I was one of the big kids. I had fun and didn't even know I wasn't invited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had photo shoots at Costco (I am not sharing my tent!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have slumber parties (no I will not tuck you in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to her all the time. We talk about almost everything you can talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned from Dedra:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating beef jerky and listening to Reba count as excersizing. &lt;br /&gt;2. Root Beer floats are good dinners&lt;br /&gt;3. She should never eat garlic&lt;br /&gt;4. Blankets are most fun when made after a week of being silly with your sister.&lt;br /&gt;5. Casket rooms are fun to play hide and seek in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Mom isn't here to yell at me and tell me to get my head out of my butt. I have Dedra who tried hard. She's nice and listens to my crazy talk. Thanks Dedra. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5916035768582818416?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5916035768582818416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/di-be-bi-dra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5916035768582818416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5916035768582818416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/di-be-bi-dra.html' title='Di-be-bi-dra'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-2332914269047865105</id><published>2011-04-01T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:14:28.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>My Life in the last 5 Months</title><content type='html'>A picture is worth a thousand words and so I thought I'd give you something to talk about! Yay Talking!!! I have to admit that I have been slacking in the taking pictures department... I am working on it. I have just been lazy I know... It also doesn't help that someone who's name wont be said (see Spencer, I can be nice!) doesn't like pictures so I tend to take less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November...&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/-IvbOoTpYYVA/TZZz-QroNJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wnFPpBMejZ4/s1600/107_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvbOoTpYYVA/TZZz-QroNJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wnFPpBMejZ4/s320/107_1393.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Me at Costco... I thought the tutu was cute. I think the one I made was better. This one fit better as a hat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zjGCZxLkSw/TZZz-3qc1PI/AAAAAAAAAII/alEI_ItPFNE/s1600/107_1396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zjGCZxLkSw/TZZz-3qc1PI/AAAAAAAAAII/alEI_ItPFNE/s320/107_1396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday to Derek! His birthday is the 11th. We all got together for dinner and cake at Sydni's house. Dan (the one in the green shirt) and I thought it would be funny to eat the middle out of the cake. HAHA That is Derek's favorite part. We are such nice friends. It was great to see the look on his face when he took the lid off the cake pan. HAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPclqV4E1Gw/TZZz_jb-E2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/my1KtyEh03A/s1600/107_1419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPclqV4E1Gw/TZZz_jb-E2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/my1KtyEh03A/s320/107_1419.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I planned this really fun date for Spencer and I. We had homemade stew. We raced slinkys down the stairs. We made soda fountains with Coke and Mentos. We ate pudding. It was like being 5 but better! We were older and could see how much fun it really is to do things like that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB_f3zj2JKY/TZZ0AECSBvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uGxeleFBkgM/s1600/107_1423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB_f3zj2JKY/TZZ0AECSBvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uGxeleFBkgM/s320/107_1423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sophie Jane is in love with Spencer... I cant say I blame her. He is sorta Wonderful. I love when she gets mad at me for sitting next to him. Its my favorite. haha&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBb48Qfmjpc/TZZ0A8Sk0zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zDrg-3hD6K8/s1600/107_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBb48Qfmjpc/TZZ0A8Sk0zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zDrg-3hD6K8/s320/107_1424.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dad came down for Thanksgiving. We played around at some stores. I think Dad needs one of these chairs for his living room. What do you think???&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwI9Tox65E/TZZ0Brs24PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yQJIhoI5YYU/s1600/DSCF0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwI9Tox65E/TZZ0Brs24PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yQJIhoI5YYU/s320/DSCF0135.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brittany needed a new picture for her parents house. I was so excited to have a photo shoot! It was really fun! We were silly and just had a blast! This isn't the one that she chose for her parents. I just liked this one better!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-beBntefpGqs/TZZ0CZ0-J5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fN269U93gnc/s1600/DSCF0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beBntefpGqs/TZZ0CZ0-J5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fN269U93gnc/s320/DSCF0155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie got caught getting the fruit snacks. haha. Best Picture EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvpp0vukL1c/TZZ3B7aPitI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k9Pu4UdkESA/s1600/107_1426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvpp0vukL1c/TZZ3B7aPitI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k9Pu4UdkESA/s320/107_1426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So Katie and I went to Walmart at midnight to get the Twilight movie Eclipse. They had this random question and answer thing about the movie. NOT THE BOOKS but the MOVIE. I happened to know the answer to one of the questions. It was silly but I won a prize... It was one of my finer moments. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6A1KmTdqKvw/TZZ3CvUQskI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O4buV3d9oOg/s1600/107_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6A1KmTdqKvw/TZZ3CvUQskI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O4buV3d9oOg/s320/107_1437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DONNY OSMOND!!!!! I know I know.... SHUT UP!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-7U2UlF58b3Q/TZZ3DD_lVVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w4EapSqTnUE/s1600/107_1450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7U2UlF58b3Q/TZZ3DD_lVVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w4EapSqTnUE/s320/107_1450.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Christmas to Spencer! I stole this great Idea from Dedra about Christmas. "Something they want. Something they need. Something hand made. Something to read. More presents doesn't make it more special" This was his something to read. I put together a book of sheet music. This way he has something to play other than the hymns. :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGpAj83VfM/TZZ3DuccLpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/z07csd-2eME/s1600/107_1451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGpAj83VfM/TZZ3DuccLpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/z07csd-2eME/s320/107_1451.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He drew is 14 year old sister for the sibling gift exchange. He made her a scarf. It turned out really cute. I have a picture of him wearing it. I think I would get in major trouble if I'd posted it...&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;January...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/-z3CMzAfUjv8/TZZ44hE69TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FLRUGkkdadg/s1600/107_1467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3CMzAfUjv8/TZZ44hE69TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FLRUGkkdadg/s320/107_1467.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dad posted this sign on the door at the Ranch. needless to say the kids were much better this year at keeping the door shut. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-p-oHOInHLRw/TZZ45A9fqKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HkxELssozWI/s1600/107_1474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-oHOInHLRw/TZZ45A9fqKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HkxELssozWI/s320/107_1474.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kaylee and I. I'm sad how I've only been able to see her a few times in her life but I was so glad that she and I could be friends. She's such a sweet little girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4SmZrXVK9k/TZZ45qnfEHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/M6tmCmoc-7c/s1600/107_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4SmZrXVK9k/TZZ45qnfEHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/M6tmCmoc-7c/s320/107_1484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love games late at night! We tend to start playing by our own rules. Then things like this happen... haha! Yay Dedra! Games are more fun when playing with Dedra!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLN9-Yoai1Q/TZZ46FSn2hI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LUKUP6g57v0/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLN9-Yoai1Q/TZZ46FSn2hI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LUKUP6g57v0/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't even remember what I was talking about but I'm sure Dedra thought it was necessary to make fun of me... She Usually thinks that I need teased in some way or another... This is just proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctlZl8kHtI0/TZZ4602eMLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Iq6kNTcmyS0/s1600/IMG_3622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctlZl8kHtI0/TZZ4602eMLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Iq6kNTcmyS0/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We made Duct tape Scripture Cases! Regann Made a purse. It was really fun! We went through TONS of tape.&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;February...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Dates on these pictures are wrong. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/-CJ6XhRRTEkg/TZZ69x86axI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8TBLTntvG5A/s1600/107_1523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ6XhRRTEkg/TZZ69x86axI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8TBLTntvG5A/s320/107_1523.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you will find Sophie Jane once again trying to steal my man! She thinks she is just so Clever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&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;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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-va6Q4uPX2VY/TZZ6-f7FnSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t1-zwOBsfWQ/s1600/107_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-va6Q4uPX2VY/TZZ6-f7FnSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/t1-zwOBsfWQ/s320/107_1532.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spencer Comes over for Breakfast a couple times a week. I cook, he takes me to work. It's a good arrangement. He was really late on Valentines Day. (I didn't know it was Valentines day. I am a bad person) I was in my room when he got to my house. He puts the flowers on the kitchen table like you see in the picture. Then he knocked on my door. We talked for a few minutes and I walked out to the kitchen. He said he was sorry for being late but he wanted to stop and get me flowers. He's so Sweet. He made my card too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3Qu5r5QJFY/TZZ6-3WjPPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uhKeUH7nORU/s1600/107_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3Qu5r5QJFY/TZZ6-3WjPPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uhKeUH7nORU/s320/107_1533.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I heart that the Ribbon is bent into hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-AK78rHz9iu4/TZZ6_SOi-iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ATVrKPzfDkM/s1600/107_1534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AK78rHz9iu4/TZZ6_SOi-iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ATVrKPzfDkM/s320/107_1534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretty, pretty flower!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-kOkbzsEIV-U/TZZ6_4f4CfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oxXvPvoZj84/s1600/107_1535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOkbzsEIV-U/TZZ6_4f4CfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oxXvPvoZj84/s320/107_1535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I heart him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUyT2c-5XXE/TZZ7AZcb6PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wYJkKFgk9Vw/s1600/107_1553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUyT2c-5XXE/TZZ7AZcb6PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wYJkKFgk9Vw/s320/107_1553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we went to Washington for a family Party. Its been one year since Mom died. We stopped to see Heather. Her kids really like Spencer. I was glad for that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pCZzUx2kIw/TZZ7A3ATd2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/sc4KlGanHHk/s1600/107_1554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pCZzUx2kIw/TZZ7A3ATd2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/sc4KlGanHHk/s320/107_1554.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Courtney and Mikaela Like him the best. Court asked me if they could take a "Luke Picture" They did one like this with my friend Luke a couple years ago. They liked him too. Spencer had no Idea this was coming! It was great! Courtney wanted to take another one. I think she just wanted to kiss Spencer again! I don't blame her.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-bW2uNm2g600/TZZ7BTJKqiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GmBFNQEoUvk/s1600/107_1566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW2uNm2g600/TZZ7BTJKqiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GmBFNQEoUvk/s320/107_1566.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah the family party. I have to say that Dedra, Ken and I are always the life of the Parties!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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/-e1x4CN-fo0k/TZZ7B0U9Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/m9QYf9KgqD8/s1600/107_1614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1x4CN-fo0k/TZZ7B0U9Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/m9QYf9KgqD8/s320/107_1614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Men Folk went shooting. I came too. It was Ryan, Mayson, Harmon, Nolahn, Adam and Dad going. Spencer was invited too. 2 of my older brothers + Dad + 3 nephews + Spencer + guns... I've never really been that good at math but I knew that I was going on this trip!!! They all like Spencer. I was worried about that. I just know that some of my siblings can say some embarrassing things or just be turd heads. :) It was a fun little trip. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqqDMQi-XDA/TZZ7CrJMDNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B0Mr0XjNNkw/s1600/DSCF0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqqDMQi-XDA/TZZ7CrJMDNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B0Mr0XjNNkw/s320/DSCF0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer and I stayed at Dedra's house the last night before coming back to Utah. I tried to take his bed. This looks like a sweet picture. What you cant see is his other hand about to start tickling me to get me to move. I lost this fight and had to sleep on the couch...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;March...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really do much picture taking in the month of March. I think that there were only about 10 pictures for the whole month! Most of those 10 or so pictures were taken on the 30th because I let Spencer's little sister play with my camera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/-R1XY1oZNShI/TZZ-tKWyHoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gwMSaAIJs08/s1600/107_1636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1XY1oZNShI/TZZ-tKWyHoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gwMSaAIJs08/s320/107_1636.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Spencer driving us to Church.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfLRDgEa10c/TZZ-tmPi8AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uLuMps7CkH4/s1600/107_1637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfLRDgEa10c/TZZ-tmPi8AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uLuMps7CkH4/s320/107_1637.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made him stand still so I could take this picture. He's so handsome in his suit!&lt;/div&gt;&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;div style="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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpQj9R0D0rw/TZZ-uPrPgLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5sXyQKZbhXs/s1600/107_1641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpQj9R0D0rw/TZZ-uPrPgLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5sXyQKZbhXs/s320/107_1641.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken by Spencer's sister. Thanks Hannah!&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: left;"&gt;So this is my update as of now. I will work on taking better pictures and more of them. Until then I will just keep with the short random blurp blog posts I've been doing. Sorry for all the typos and miss spelled words. I love pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-2332914269047865105?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/2332914269047865105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-last-5-months.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2332914269047865105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/2332914269047865105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-last-5-months.html' title='My Life in the last 5 Months'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvbOoTpYYVA/TZZz-QroNJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wnFPpBMejZ4/s72-c/107_1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5364632964454728159</id><published>2011-03-30T02:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:37:56.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>10 Truths</title><content type='html'>10. I miss my Mom. She was some one I could talk to and get advice from. Most of the time she was crazy and I wouldn't listen but I still wish I could ask her things. My sisters are great but when they yell at me they giggle after... Mom didn't giggle... It's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I live 1000 miles from my family. 2500 mikes fron one of my best friends. And in the next room is my roommate Brittany... She's a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dedra fires for no reason all the time! RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I go through almost 3000 texts a month. Most of them are between Spencer and I. Funny how I see him everyday and I text with him the most. Haha &lt;br /&gt;6. The blankets on my bed were made special for me. Ryan and Rhonda made the bottom one for my when I was like 15 or so. The top one is my star blanket! Dedra made it for my 21st birthday. They are my mist favorite blankets.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have over 200 pairs of socks. Non of them are white. &lt;br /&gt;4. I have painted toe nails even though I don't like having them painted. They are bright red and sparkly. Just like my Mom's toes are. That way we match.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spencer is hot. He is. I think I'll keep him.&lt;br /&gt;2. I sometimes think I want to go back so school. I would love to get my instructor's license. I would love to teach people what I wish I would have known in beauty school. I'm not saying miss Anna did. Bad job... I'm just saying it's a good thing i pick up on things as easily as I do. &lt;br /&gt;1. I love Spencer Hales. He's my favorite. I miss him when he's not around. I asked him to read this when I'm done writing it. He said he would. It's almost 2:30am. He's nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staying up Spencer! Go to sleep! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5364632964454728159?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5364632964454728159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5364632964454728159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5364632964454728159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-truths.html' title='10 Truths'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-473234640071808910</id><published>2011-03-16T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:25:00.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Dates'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>So at lunch today I was asked what Britt and I would be doing for date night. I didn't know. I thought about that while at work and when texting with Brittany we came up with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 rolled around slowly but at the same time too fast because we still had no plan... Well we ended up having a lot of fun tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color - $12&lt;br /&gt;Wax pot - $34&lt;br /&gt;Tweezers - $6&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - $25&lt;br /&gt;Memories and laughs shared with a close friend - priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart date night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-473234640071808910?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/473234640071808910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/473234640071808910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/473234640071808910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7498710458812985095</id><published>2011-03-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:21:48.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><title type='text'>Turbo Jam</title><content type='html'>Most people think that working out is good for them. I have a slightly different thought on the matter. When people start to exercise they start to shrivel away. They get smaller and smaller until there is nothing left!!! Don't get me wrong I like to be healthy but I'm scared that I'll disappear! I don't want to fade away into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan. I'll exercise regularly but I'm doing to drink milkshakes rather than water! That way I'm working out with out fading out! It's perfect right!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7498710458812985095?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7498710458812985095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/turbo-jam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7498710458812985095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7498710458812985095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2011/03/turbo-jam.html' title='Turbo Jam'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7990825621762927442</id><published>2010-11-11T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:14:28.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Oh Dedra! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Picture is worth a thousand words and there are 12 pictures here. I love you Dedra! Are you sure you still want me to blog??? Think about that and get back to me. :) HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7990825621762927442?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7990825621762927442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-dedra-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7990825621762927442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7990825621762927442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-dedra-this-is-for-you.html' title='Oh Dedra! This is for you!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyShnFGmII/AAAAAAAAAGg/KEtpek43jCo/s72-c/116_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8514000279582640792</id><published>2010-11-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:14:28.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spencer'/><title type='text'>Let us catch up a little...</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So January was really the last time I posted anything... Its hard to blog when you don't have a computer. It's not like I forgot (DEDRA COULD NAG THE PAINT OFF THE WALLS!) my wonderful sister was so nice and gave me reminders of my lack off blogging often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January- &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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDXfAfcxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/774iTQ6w6Bo/s1600/100_0303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDXfAfcxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/774iTQ6w6Bo/s320/100_0303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have a made a lot or really good friends. I love them and they are just as crazy as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDZX6daiI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzlX-aYzMqc/s1600/100_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDZX6daiI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzlX-aYzMqc/s320/100_0386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ensign Ranch was so much fun this year! I would say the best so far! We were crazy and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDamJTY0I/AAAAAAAAADE/A_XEHyOpIBI/s1600/100_0440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDamJTY0I/AAAAAAAAADE/A_XEHyOpIBI/s320/100_0440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Devon didnt know he was in my spot but we did work it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDcbEABcI/AAAAAAAAADI/qhpYGGZ7drU/s1600/100_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDcbEABcI/AAAAAAAAADI/qhpYGGZ7drU/s320/100_0787.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedra, Mom and I were able to stop by the Temple on the way to taking me to the Air Port. I am so glad we made Mom get out of the car. She didn't want to at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDhdM_GGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ca49ltXm1P8/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDhdM_GGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ca49ltXm1P8/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I am wearing a swim cap and goggles. I am a sexy beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - This was a hard month...&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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE6OuYSVI/AAAAAAAAADY/DelTBfDKRGM/s1600/102_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE6OuYSVI/AAAAAAAAADY/DelTBfDKRGM/s320/102_0126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was trying to show river how to make meat loaf. It was fun. We got a little messy but is was so worth it! She now knows how to make it though!&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;/div&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;/div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE5GLYKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/I-R5E3IBy2U/s1600/135_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE5GLYKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/I-R5E3IBy2U/s320/135_1006.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Mom Died on February 25, 2010. We found out her cancer was back and 28 days later she passed away. We all know she's having a party with Lyn and Grandma and Sherla!&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyFI5EI-dI/AAAAAAAAADs/jtxz3UcPq8w/s1600/DSCF3083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyFI5EI-dI/AAAAAAAAADs/jtxz3UcPq8w/s320/DSCF3083.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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyFBQk8xtI/AAAAAAAAADo/fe1xnkXR-b4/s1600/CIMG2683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyFBQk8xtI/AAAAAAAAADo/fe1xnkXR-b4/s320/CIMG2683.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is why we need a Mom! Dad can't control us!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE8sw3EpI/AAAAAAAAADg/3ppQWLTAzKQ/s1600/102_0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE8sw3EpI/AAAAAAAAADg/3ppQWLTAzKQ/s320/102_0267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He tries hard...&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE-ICuVmI/AAAAAAAAADk/Evbrdd8F45w/s1600/102_0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyE-ICuVmI/AAAAAAAAADk/Evbrdd8F45w/s320/102_0283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Yeah March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHtNTaXGI/AAAAAAAAADw/EHFIqHBx4sc/s1600/102_0599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHtNTaXGI/AAAAAAAAADw/EHFIqHBx4sc/s320/102_0599.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what happens when you wait too long between hair cuts! Michael and Derek were way over due!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHt6VWkBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6IiBpBOoKCQ/s1600/102_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHt6VWkBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6IiBpBOoKCQ/s320/102_0609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was able to Play with Janee and Tarilyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHvoXpeCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/84CVhh6cfb4/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyHvoXpeCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/84CVhh6cfb4/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My roommates! I love me some of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - I had fun in April!&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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIuqxgFrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MJUEgJBghv4/s1600/102_0642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIuqxgFrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MJUEgJBghv4/s320/102_0642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I colored on Devon's car A LOT! Most conversations started at midnight ended with "Lets go color on Devon's car!" Seriously, we tagged him at least twice a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIvtMv6wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dddvQ5B8jSI/s1600/102_0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIvtMv6wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dddvQ5B8jSI/s320/102_0695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went to Salt Lake and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIwxX27GI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m2sIVW2gfgQ/s1600/102_0841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIwxX27GI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m2sIVW2gfgQ/s320/102_0841.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I stalked Donny Osmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIx7Ei2qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v_HZjrRYAUc/s1600/102_1034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIx7Ei2qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v_HZjrRYAUc/s320/102_1034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Played in the Rain with other crazy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIzK5m0vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ee660mBy0Tc/s1600/102_1189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyIzK5m0vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ee660mBy0Tc/s320/102_1189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Derek and River got Engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyI0aVmpQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mHp8mcCeFOg/s1600/102_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyI0aVmpQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mHp8mcCeFOg/s320/102_1378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I moved to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyI1enAUII/AAAAAAAAAEU/WykKkQBpdLQ/s1600/102_1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyI1enAUII/AAAAAAAAAEU/WykKkQBpdLQ/s320/102_1530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew had a really fun birthday Party! I love when we all are able to get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - ... yeah May&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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyJ-ACgzGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cGs-dRJqFsE/s1600/102_1541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyJ-ACgzGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cGs-dRJqFsE/s320/102_1541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;House Warming Party. We had over 20 people over for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyJ_MiQI8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zjm0v8nVaUk/s1600/102_1565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyJ_MiQI8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zjm0v8nVaUk/s320/102_1565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Devon Wasn't mad at me anymore for coloring all over his car! Yay for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKALoRP8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0apxPeudsR8/s1600/102_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKALoRP8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0apxPeudsR8/s320/102_1590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had a birthday. I'm 24 now. I dont really know how I feel about that... I did love that Katie got me pie and not cake! I love me some pie and Katie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKBpstZrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0-xhdO75DHE/s1600/102_1642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKBpstZrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0-xhdO75DHE/s320/102_1642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Michael showed us the art of nurf gun wars! It was so fun. River shouldnt have been able to have the machine gun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKDnuaj2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/36O74vS1pis/s1600/104_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyKDnuaj2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/36O74vS1pis/s320/104_0037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dedra Moved back to Washington! I was able to see Cole, Dedra and Dad on their way driving from Kansas! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Yay June! FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLY4fSMWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3olGgYYx3ew/s1600/107_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLY4fSMWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3olGgYYx3ew/s320/107_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alexa Came and saw me! She was down for EFY. We had a water balloon fight with over 100 balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLaVb5S8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jhH9PX4VP_U/s1600/107_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLaVb5S8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jhH9PX4VP_U/s320/107_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She came to church with me... yes we are at church in this picture. Yeah we are just that cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLbrR035I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OJc0CXuiyhM/s1600/107_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLbrR035I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OJc0CXuiyhM/s320/107_0114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor Michael yet another bra thrown at his head. Isn't the first wont be the last. Its just the risk he funs hanging out with Katie and I... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLcvTj-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E4-e9_ooNmw/s1600/107_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLcvTj-mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E4-e9_ooNmw/s320/107_0218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katie fits under her kitchen sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLdl-HlyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZdbCWpl1ego/s1600/107_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLdl-HlyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZdbCWpl1ego/s320/107_0219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I fit next to the sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLeshpKKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gskwe9hw43A/s1600/107_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyLeshpKKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gskwe9hw43A/s320/107_0247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved those Pajama Pants! I was sad when Michale said I had to give them back! RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNJIYChjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A5eEgyC58QM/s1600/107_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNJIYChjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A5eEgyC58QM/s320/107_0419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Worked the 4th of July with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNKXdC7BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NLnEjGcePo0/s1600/107_0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNKXdC7BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NLnEjGcePo0/s320/107_0432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedra and I being the Rock m' sock m' Robots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNL1zeuyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lFialC49OVg/s1600/107_0506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNL1zeuyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lFialC49OVg/s320/107_0506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In South Bend on out way to see Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNNUFFzdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vJTJ6j7eSMk/s1600/107_0567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNNUFFzdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vJTJ6j7eSMk/s320/107_0567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNOpQWwvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0lwtEX638Tw/s1600/107_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNOpQWwvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0lwtEX638Tw/s320/107_0584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedra and I showing Kaylee that the pool is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNP2bzo5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/axeithpUh5M/s1600/107_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyNP2bzo5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/axeithpUh5M/s320/107_0692.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people mini golf... I like to be silly and take pictures... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August -&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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOdRsDsPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2hUG464xNK8/s1600/107_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOdRsDsPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2hUG464xNK8/s320/107_0751.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Roof Caved in on my apartment so I moved. Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOeR_aDuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7aZdC4Ok4v8/s1600/107_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOeR_aDuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7aZdC4Ok4v8/s320/107_0777.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Derek and River got married!!! YAY THEM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOfymQrtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GC3Q9wZTLQ8/s1600/107_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOfymQrtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GC3Q9wZTLQ8/s320/107_0813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Most fun people ever! I love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOhcsPXGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MSLjVNQ4bv8/s1600/107_0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOhcsPXGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MSLjVNQ4bv8/s320/107_0820.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Derek, Tully and Andrew... Yeah got to say I love this pictues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOilsZY-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/e9p4q2aXgec/s1600/107_0840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyOilsZY-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/e9p4q2aXgec/s320/107_0840.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;River, myself and Sydni. 3 Hot ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPmH3u-II/AAAAAAAAAF0/XhiD9lJM0kQ/s1600/107_0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPmH3u-II/AAAAAAAAAF0/XhiD9lJM0kQ/s320/107_0893.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katie and I attended a Women's thing it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPnpGJbFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b13FV6COrbE/s1600/107_0915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPnpGJbFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b13FV6COrbE/s320/107_0915.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Applebees... Shocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPplcc7CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g9B3sjDLyj4/s1600/107_0965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyPplcc7CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g9B3sjDLyj4/s320/107_0965.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah the puzzles... We have like 6 under the couch that are done and we have no place to hang them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October -&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/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ0Gm8ExI/AAAAAAAAAGE/37PDNqDAWr0/s1600/107_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ0Gm8ExI/AAAAAAAAAGE/37PDNqDAWr0/s320/107_1118.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw Blue October!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ04YI_DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uEdsn4bccY0/s1600/107_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ04YI_DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uEdsn4bccY0/s320/107_1276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was able to go home for a few days! Seattle.. got to love Pikes Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ6OJwQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7TGO6Pvyb1Q/s1600/IMG_3720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ6OJwQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7TGO6Pvyb1Q/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lil' John's by the Seattle Temple. Dad baptized me! It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ9tS9YGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d1UYT-kM-aY/s1600/IMG_3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ9tS9YGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d1UYT-kM-aY/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Fun Sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ-_SL5eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvRNrTpSzfk/s1600/Seattle+trip+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ-_SL5eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvRNrTpSzfk/s320/Seattle+trip+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyle and I being Awesome! I wish I could go home again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ2AO4R7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9vdlgCk3P9Y/s1600/107_1357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ2AO4R7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/9vdlgCk3P9Y/s320/107_1357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sophie Jane Found her a Boyfriend. She has good taste in men. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ3npTDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmqrMYH9Kkc/s1600/107_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyQ3npTDTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmqrMYH9Kkc/s320/107_1376.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes I did Dress Up and go trick Or Treating! I am that cool! Yes I did make my tutu! No I will not make you one! Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is going on as of now. I will post again when I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8514000279582640792?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8514000279582640792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-us-catch-up-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8514000279582640792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8514000279582640792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-us-catch-up-little.html' title='Let us catch up a little...'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TNyDXfAfcxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/774iTQ6w6Bo/s72-c/100_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-5093711855447863717</id><published>2010-10-15T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:14:28.442-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evidence'/><title type='text'>Here's to you kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my &lt;a href="http://cheneychatter.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; called me and said that I'm a lame blogger. I need to post more and add pictures to said posts. The joke's on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLiypYDUfcI/AAAAAAAAACM/CKHTFaXXTQ8/s1600/IMG_3670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLiypYDUfcI/AAAAAAAAACM/CKHTFaXXTQ8/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLi0XWAxcMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WCUvhCBrbHE/s1600/107_1300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLi0XWAxcMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WCUvhCBrbHE/s320/107_1300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Dedra, do you want me to continue blogging?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLi1FimhkCI/AAAAAAAAACU/9Lz5YhSkYm0/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLi1FimhkCI/AAAAAAAAACU/9Lz5YhSkYm0/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-5093711855447863717?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/5093711855447863717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/10/heres-to-you-kid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5093711855447863717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/5093711855447863717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/10/heres-to-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s to you kid.'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/TLiypYDUfcI/AAAAAAAAACM/CKHTFaXXTQ8/s72-c/IMG_3670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-9064681232459302222</id><published>2010-01-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:17:50.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><title type='text'>January 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/S11HDgxL3VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C_2Hb1vEv0w/s1600-h/100_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430574851340098898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/S11HDgxL3VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C_2Hb1vEv0w/s320/100_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Today is My father's birthday. He is 19 for the 46th time! That is amazing! Who knew you could be teenager most of your life. Who knew you could be 19 for so long that all of your kids would become older than you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Father. He is the most amazing Father that I could ever ask for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Fun Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~When My Dad Calls me, my phone sings 'I'm Too Sexy' by Right Said Fred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ He knows Everything! From where you are when you tell him what mile post you are passing to questions you might have about the Scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ He wears brightly colored shirts with matching ties, a fadora and sometimes walks with a cane. Not because he needs one but because its cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ He can drink a Mt Dew right before going to bed and still sleep through his alarm clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I don't ever Remember him not having his granny glasses that he still wears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite memories I have of my Dad was a couple of years ago. It was during the summer and we both didn't have to wake up early the next day. We sat out in the living fom playing music and singing along with the songs that we were showing each other. We sat and talked for a good 2 or 3 hours. It was so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fun time I had with Dad was when I was about 7 years old. We had a Daddy Daughter day. We made lunch and had a picnic at the Beach off the Brownsville High Way. We were only gone for a couple of hours but it was Great. He bought me an Orange soda. Mom never let me have Orange soda because I would spill and sure enough I spilled when I was with Dad but I still got my Orange soda!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So It's now fter Midnight and I'm a Day late but Happy Brithday Dad! May this 19th Brithday be the best one you've ever had! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-9064681232459302222?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/9064681232459302222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/9064681232459302222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/9064681232459302222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-24-2010.html' title='January 24, 2010'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/S11HDgxL3VI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C_2Hb1vEv0w/s72-c/100_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8249376030704789324</id><published>2009-10-06T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:17:26.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Midnight Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-676ad39415dad110" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D676ad39415dad110%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331318585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CAD720DBD52DF1B67F24404BBC05C007F95EBE7.5B58C91D1D80343E85B2136468682DF73354B837%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D676ad39415dad110%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiHnxBqpZIzJgMdLvuOVdDgtGdLY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D676ad39415dad110%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331318585%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CAD720DBD52DF1B67F24404BBC05C007F95EBE7.5B58C91D1D80343E85B2136468682DF73354B837%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D676ad39415dad110%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiHnxBqpZIzJgMdLvuOVdDgtGdLY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Jessica and I were coming back from Karaoke Tuesdays at Applebees and We thought "it's only 11... We should go swimming!" So we had one of my roommates film us as we jumped into the pool with our cloths on. lol! I HEART UTAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-8249376030704789324?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/8249376030704789324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2009/10/midnight-swim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8249376030704789324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/8249376030704789324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2009/10/midnight-swim.html' title='Midnight Swim'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-1308311855175687485</id><published>2008-11-18T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:17:00.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><title type='text'>KYLE GOT HIS MISSION CALL!!! WOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay as you see I have picture. Let me take you through what he was thinking. It will give you a bette insite on what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSOBEBPTEyI/AAAAAAAAABM/A7QDQ_MxlDc/s1600-h/135_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270197895005672226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSOBEBPTEyI/AAAAAAAAABM/A7QDQ_MxlDc/s320/135_0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I can't believe I got my call!!! This is so cool!!! I am so glad that I am home from work. I feel like I am going in slow motion.* (That would be because he was moving in slow motion!)&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/3433029185278744113-1308311855175687485?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/1308311855175687485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/kyle-got-his-mission-call-woot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1308311855175687485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/1308311855175687485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/kyle-got-his-mission-call-woot.html' title='KYLE GOT HIS MISSION CALL!!! WOOT!!!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSOBEBPTEyI/AAAAAAAAABM/A7QDQ_MxlDc/s72-c/135_0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-782876441401970190</id><published>2008-11-16T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:16:37.101-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><title type='text'>THERE IS NO WINNING!!!</title><content type='html'>JESSICA YOU ARE AWESOME!!! DEDRA YOU ARE AWESOME!!! YOU ARE BOTH TURDS!!! I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-782876441401970190?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/782876441401970190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-no-winning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/782876441401970190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/782876441401970190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-no-winning.html' title='THERE IS NO WINNING!!!'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-566050796528089972</id><published>2008-11-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:16:44.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famdango'/><title type='text'>Cross Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465858680181618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSDnR5auU3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5Kwwy-gBkIo/s320/gina+468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467123737836290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSDobiH-OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XgtSMbcq8ZU/s320/gina+469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some times in life you find yourself not knowing where you should go. Should I go "That a way" or "This a way"? When Dedra was up for a visit we found ourselves in just such a place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this same area there are tons of silly road names. It makes me happy. They are so Rad. When you first see them you think you are nuts, but no. The road names are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Today is my Mom's Birthday. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSDoyI0xBHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WjG-XdJjz8Y/s1600-h/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467512083383410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSDoyI0xBHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WjG-XdJjz8Y/s320/Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wasn't too excited about having another birthday. She doesn't like that all her kids are growing up and leaving home. :( This picture was taken at 11:45 pm ish way back in August. She didn't want to cook and Dedra and I had been going to Shari's alot anyway so Mom, Dad, Dedra and I all went out. It was really fun and we were all silly. I love being able to have silly moments with my family. It makes for fun memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my favorite memory or at least one of them with my Mom is When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. We were making the candy and we were a day behind where Mom thought we should have been. She was so grumpy with all of us for not working as fast as she thought we should have been. So Adam and I decided that we were going to stay up all night and finish decorating all the candy baskets that were left. We had a seminary table and the piano and then part of the built in table left. When everyone else went to sleep Adam and I got up and got to work. We didn't finish before mom got up. We were so sad when we got cought. We were still at the table when Mom got out of bed. I started to cry when I saw her. (It was my first all nighter) I was so tired and sad that we didn't  finish. We only had what was on the piano left. Mom was so relieved when she saw what we had done. Adam and I were so glad that she didn't make us go to school! We went to bed and then when we woke up we had to get back to work on the candy... BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!!! :) I love my mom so much! She is a lady of many talents.&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/3433029185278744113-566050796528089972?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/566050796528089972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/cross-roads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/566050796528089972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/566050796528089972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/11/cross-roads.html' title='Cross Roads'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEgk6kXNMKY/SSDnR5auU3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5Kwwy-gBkIo/s72-c/gina+468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-7322759386828159874</id><published>2008-10-14T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:14:35.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossy people'/><title type='text'>I was tagged?</title><content type='html'>The rules are:*&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person who tagged you (&lt;a href="http://catchthecards.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://catchthecards.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)*&lt;br /&gt;Post the rules on your blog*&lt;br /&gt;Write six random things/unspectacular quirks about yourself*&lt;br /&gt;Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them*&lt;br /&gt;Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog*&lt;br /&gt;Let the tagger know when your entry is posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things about myself, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I Love Peter Pan! Weird? Not really, IF YOU ARE 6! I love Peter Pan. I have read the book I couldn't tell you how many times. I could watch the movies over and over again for days. I love them. I have a thimble as a key chain! I made it myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to have conversations all in song lyrics. There are only a few people that I can do that with, most don't understand what is going on. Its funny when you try to start quoting and the person you are talking with just looks at you like you are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the things that bothers me the most is haveing doors left open. It kills me. If I exit a room I clost the door behind me. drives me crazy when people enter a room that i am in and they don't latch the door behind them. When a door looks closed and it's not latched, thats the worst! I could rather have the door left WIDE open than that!!! grrr! I also need to be able to hear the door click shut. Before I go to bed I opn and the reclose all the doors to the rooms. I can tell you what door was closed just by the click it makes when it shuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a HUGE problem with authority. (Unless I am the one with the authority. :D) I am a control freak. I don't mean to be but I am. I micro manage. It's annoying for those around me and for myself. I don't love that I have to be incharge but what ya gunna do? NOTHING BECAUSE I WILL KILL YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I get motion sick really easy. If I see somthing moving out of the corner of my eye or if someone is spinning or I sit in a car and I'm not in the front seat, if I am in an airplane I get so sick. Its really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I own maybe 200 pairs of socks. I love socks. The ones I have on right now are stripes. They go to me knees and have little fuzzy ball thingys hanging from the top with a bow. :D They are awesome!!! I love arygle and plad and pokie dots and checks! I have frog socks and flamingo socks and crockadile (sp) socks and flower socks and others ones! Socks are the most cool things ever!!! I love them very much. Nothing beats the feeling of putting on brad new socks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tag anyone. I am going to break the chain. I know that makes me a really bad person... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3433029185278744113-7322759386828159874?l=dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/feeds/7322759386828159874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7322759386828159874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3433029185278744113/posts/default/7322759386828159874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged?'/><author><name>Gina Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16875129883598590551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CF-s-VOdvsc/TfZYiq62VYI/AAAAAAAAARU/BzFVzn73jbI/s220/100_0437.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3433029185278744113.post-8630994618434160663</id><published>2008-10-07T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:13:58.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedra is a Turd'/><title type='text'>Everyone needs to blot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's true, everygirl needs to blot her lipstick once in a while.  BUT DOES SHE HAVE TO DO ON ME?!!!!  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