<?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-2338230781334398860</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:42:15.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OneDaisy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-119534757544486643</id><published>2009-01-28T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:26:16.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From a dear friend</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of summer, I met a man on one of those singles web sites.  We knew that there was no physical attraction there (on my side anyway) but we formed a very nice friendship.  The other day, I changed my facebook profile picture and he decided to write the following about my smile.  Talk about making a girl melt.  He is a muscian and likes to dable in poetry.  I just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside of her Smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember thinking of a woman I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was something about her, a hidden glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not as I see her on any given day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But a portrait she showed me, her smile gave away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This smile was real and not one in jest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sparkling eyes, I was so impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emitting a radiance where truth can take hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Woman is absent, no Woman too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Determined then, in my mind to set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This wonderful secret I thought I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps this is part of all Woman I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If sadness is hindered, then innocence is shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then suddenly it came to me, it came in a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In every face feature and every eye lash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For if you look deeper, you'll see its worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There still lives that little girl, inside of her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Robert Wood   January 26th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-119534757544486643?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/119534757544486643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=119534757544486643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/119534757544486643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/119534757544486643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-dear-friend.html' title='From a dear friend'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-703645254092100918</id><published>2009-01-27T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:20:39.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my way</title><content type='html'>I really need to start posting again.  I forgot how much I enjoyed being able to use this as an outlet and being able to read other posts.  I was always a bit jealous at some of the others that I follow as their ability to come up with interesting topics always amazed me.  Mine are boring to say the least but being able to put thoughts/feelings down without judgement is a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing alot of self discovery lately.  Although I may not have liked everything I've discovered so far, it's brought me to a new place in my life.  Feb. 3 I have an appointment with the admissions people at the Tech School in my town.  I'm going to hopefully start taking generals then go in to the nursing program once my daughter graduates high school.  I'm terrified and excited all at the same time.  Considering the fact that I really sucked at high school, I'm not totally convinced that I can accomplish this without my head exploding but I'm willing to give it a shot.  I might look stupid wearing the helmet but at least it would keep the mess down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also counting down to Feb. 21st.  That's the day 10 of us leave for Cancun for 7 whole days.  With it being so freaking cold in MN lately, I'm really anxious for a beach, and ocean and alot of sun.  And a few of them umbrella drinks wouldn't be so bad either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two legged kids are doing well.  16 and female can make for a lethal combination in our home but we are working through it.  19 and male....well, he's stubborn like his father (nothing like me what-so-ever) and there are days I would like to put him through a wall.  But all in all, they are great kids and just keeping their mom on her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No the four legged kids are a different story.  Lucy, who is the oldest, is the most hyer but she doesn't go potty in the house any more.  Chops, the boxer is a total shithead and is asking to be eliminated from the face of the earth.  Billy, the mini weiner dog is quite possibly the dumbest dog I've ever met.  At nearly 6 months old, he pees in his bed and lays on the puppy pad.  Goes outside but then comes in and potty's in the house.  Wines excessively while in his kennel and barks at the cat, whom is the best behaved 4 legged I own.  Chops and Billy will be going under the knife Tuesday.  I almost did it myself but decided to have a little mercy on them and made the appointments with the vet.  Lucky for them they are so cute.....not really but I keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working, no dating, hangin with friends....that's life in a nut shell.  No funny stories, no intersting topics.  But I did want to thank the ladies for giving me a little feedback on my previous post.  I will update you by saying that she has decided to go to prom with another boy and then go out to dinner with my son after.  At this point, I have opted to take the silent approach.  I will not get involved and I told her mother I feel it's best if she doesn't either.  They have been going out long enough now that they need to work it out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-703645254092100918?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/703645254092100918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=703645254092100918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/703645254092100918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/703645254092100918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/finding-my-way.html' title='Finding my way'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-103101531743746107</id><published>2009-01-20T13:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:10:14.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>My son, 19 (we be 20 next month) has been dating a girl for 2 1/2 years.  She is a senior in high school.  Prom is coming up and we got in to a discussion last night about him taking her to prom.  He stated that she will have to find another date because he would look stupid going at 20 and wouldn't have anyone else there his age.  I told him that it wasn't about him and he should take her as it is more special to the girl.  My daughter agreed with him.  What do you think?  Am I out of line telling him he should take her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-103101531743746107?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/103101531743746107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=103101531743746107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/103101531743746107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/103101531743746107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-1385294678053026685</id><published>2008-11-27T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:24:29.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you were truly happy in your life but yet felt so utterly lost?  Made decisions only to find yourself so riddled with guilt over those decisions that it nearly wrips you in half? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel as if I have reached a crossroads in my life.  A large part of me is very content with being single and on my own.  I enjoy my independance, my ability to do things that I want to do without that other person in my life.  Talk to others, meet new people, experience new things.  And yet there is another side of me that feels so completely lonely at times that it hurts, huts bad.  I hate times like these.  Today has been one of those days.  I don't know if it's the holiday or if it's recent decisions I've made in my life that are just catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself filled with questions, lots of questions.  Do I want to go back to school?  What would I do for a living?  Outside of work, the gym and going to the bar, what can I do with myself?  How can I make new friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to the other questions, the ones that haunt me on days like today, when I'm feeling sad.  Why aren't decent men attracted to me?   Why is it that people don't date anymore, they just "hook" up?  Why can't men understand that just being honest is so much easier to deal with then if you lie?  Just say it like it is, it may hurt but at least there is nothing to question, there's no room for confusion, noone's left feeling like a jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and content with my life, I really am.  I just want something more fullfilling, something that helps me feel like I'm accomplishing something with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-1385294678053026685?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1385294678053026685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=1385294678053026685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1385294678053026685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1385294678053026685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-4468646317866245827</id><published>2008-11-23T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:51:26.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another new family member</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I'm crazy and now it's more apparent than ever. My daughter came home with Billy Friday night and he's here to stay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271940584232066802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SSmyB4geHvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SGlprIjbDyI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271941447644276674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SSmy0I9-58I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Hi-3no1B7yM/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And this is Bella, she's just letting Billy know that the bed will be hers before he can lay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942599454948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SSmz3LzC_jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WcguXFBhRsM/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-4468646317866245827?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4468646317866245827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=4468646317866245827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4468646317866245827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4468646317866245827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-new-family-member.html' title='Another new family member'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SSmyB4geHvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SGlprIjbDyI/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-4072988370764203524</id><published>2008-11-21T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:00:04.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A mighty fine reminder</title><content type='html'>A friend sent this to me via Facebook today and I needed to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are single, make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/em&gt; mean you're not good enough,&lt;br /&gt;It means &lt;em&gt;noone&lt;/em&gt; is good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed that one today.  Funny how sometimes little "self-worth" reminders just seem to fall in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend.  I will be posting pics from our trip to Florida soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-4072988370764203524?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4072988370764203524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=4072988370764203524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4072988370764203524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4072988370764203524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/mighty-fine-reminder.html' title='A mighty fine reminder'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-4354339805176872421</id><published>2008-10-01T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:55:49.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction......Edamame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SOPHicmyCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8y9qClHj4Oc/s1600-h/edamame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252260985052465186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SOPHicmyCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8y9qClHj4Oc/s320/edamame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new addiction. It's all girl B's fault. I was going about my life eating half assed ok, cheating occassionally (everyday lately) when I spent a relaxing weekend with her at her cabin. She was preparing dinner and decided to introduce me to this delightful little bean. Once that can be steamed and enjoyed in less than 5 minutes. The fun part is that you have to pop them out of their hairy little housing to enjoy. I had to make a stop at Trader Joes over the weekend to pick up four bags, one of which is sitting in the freezer here at work. I get a bowl from the cafeteria and some saran wrap. Pour in the beans, add a little pepper and water, nuke for 3 minutes and I have a wonderful snack. I have now passed on this little delight to the woman who sits next to me and she found them in the natural department at Cub. In the freezer section, totally naked from being already removed from the hairy pod. I was excited at the idea of being able to pick these up for salads and soups but I must admit that I will continue to eat them from the pod for snacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thanks B for enlighting me in the snacking arena. I'm enjoying these little green wonders and hopefully, so will my waistline!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-4354339805176872421?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4354339805176872421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=4354339805176872421' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4354339805176872421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4354339805176872421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-addictionedamame.html' title='My new addiction......Edamame'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SOPHicmyCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8y9qClHj4Oc/s72-c/edamame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-785708367940423058</id><published>2008-09-26T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:53:02.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week for some reason and I havent' felt like much of anything really.  It's funny how we can go through a day with all sorts of things going on yet have nothing to talk about.  I have found it difficult to get on here and have something of substance to write about, something witty to say.  I feel like my life is almost in a holding pattern right now, just waiting for something fantastic to happen.  I've been spending alot of time in my own head (scary place) trying to figure out what I want to do with myself.  Going back to school has come up a number of times, but I have NO clue what I want to be when I grow up.  Taking generals just for the hell of it doesn't excite me at all.  I did join a single volunteer group but am disappointed at the locations of the events.  I am in Wisconsin close to the Minnesota border.  Most of the activities are in the western part of Minnesota.  That means, from work it wouldn't be a bad drive to the event.  It's getting home after that makes me a bit leary of attending.  Especially if it's on a week night.  I have found one that meets once a month that is only about 5 miles from work, which is fine with me.  It's for Feed My Starving Children and they meet once a month.  Oddly enough, there just aren't a whole lot of volunteer opportunities in my area.  At least they aren't easy to find.  I don't want another job because that would require me to be somewhere and away from the kids.  Volunteering would allow me to do things when I am not taking away from my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday seemed to be the day for interesting people in DT St Paul.  I was outside enjoying the weather when I saw the following:  (taken from an email to girl B regarding my petty moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, long hair, pulled in to a side pony with a navy blue scrunchie.  Snap barretts holding the little pieces.  Torn, streched out bright orange t-shirt hanging off one shoulder with a pick tank under neath.  Jeans pulled up under the boobs and the old school high tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute pants, disco fever shiny shirt and black pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light peach shiny zip up with the small elastic around the bottom, big collar.  Blonde 80's hair and you know what I mean with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at lunch was the lady with the florescent orange earrings in the shape of the peace sign.  They were about as big as the top of a pop can.   Jean jacket with the grey leather fringe funning from wrist to wrist across her back.  I think she might have even pinned the bottom of her rolled jeans.  She appeared to be approximately 55 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard DT Minneapolis is even better but I have never been a fan of that city.  You can get in, but you can't get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to the homecoming football game then to our favorite stopping ground for a few.  Tomorrow, kitty gets a trip to the vet at 9, baby shower at 11 in the cities then hopefully some shoe therapy with girl B.  Sunday looks like chore day and movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-785708367940423058?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/785708367940423058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=785708367940423058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/785708367940423058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/785708367940423058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5871933944369841745</id><published>2008-09-21T21:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:09:21.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My yard</title><content type='html'>My goal is to get the yard looking good before my daughter graduates high school. So we started this weekend with putting up a retaining wall. I can't wait to start planting so if you have any ideas for flowers, please let me know. I have a great group of friends that did this for me and I am very excited about how it will look when it's completed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248676484627136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SNcLdD8lfgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GTJZ6GRnV40/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248676917421901570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SNcL2QO5hwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hKoQn_KfMIM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675737969469810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SNcKxmbhqXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k-Os5gtz8nQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248674002124688018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SNcJMj54SpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qygxFPK9mOk/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-5871933944369841745?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5871933944369841745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5871933944369841745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5871933944369841745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5871933944369841745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-yard.html' title='My yard'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SNcLdD8lfgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GTJZ6GRnV40/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-3504585113936662856</id><published>2008-09-16T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:57:26.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday &amp; WWC</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday and it's beautiful outside. Of course it rained all weekend and was cold. But now that we are back at work, it's beautiful outside. It's a damn good thing I love my job so much or I would just quit, stay home and enjoy the warm days while we have them. Living in the midwest is a challenge at times. Summers are gorgeous and far too short. I am a sun worshiper which means that the tanning bed is my best friend in the winter. People give me shit about it but I just let them know that I'm going for the leather handbag look by 45 and I have alot of work to do to reach that goal! (besides....isn't that what botox is for????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm reaching for topics to blog about at this time? I'm afraid my mind has been detoured by an event in my life that slightly derailed me. I thought when I left my ex, I was leaving drama behind. However, that nasty little being keeps finding me. I won't go in to detail about what happened as it's painful and I have found another outlet for that pain. This blog has become my place for fun and laughter. I still read every blog on my list (even if I was removed from some because I don't post that often...thanks Jay) and I leave comments occassionally. I'm looking forward to getting "ME" back and resume my place here in the blogsphere. Even if it was low man on the totem pole to the likes of Tink, Newt and Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all excited! I am copying girl B and bought myself a new digital camera today. I can't wait to get it in the mail and start taking some pictures that I hope can be half as beautiful as hers. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the other cameras I have at home. One of which is a 35MM film camera that I have loved. I guess I will hang on to it for properity sake. And I do have someone that borrows it from me occassionally to take pics of the softball team, so I think it's worth keeping. My small digital takes great pics and is easy to carry when we go to the fair so that one I should hold on to. My son bought me a bigger digital for my birthday but it's the same as my daughters and I just can't seem to get the thing to take very good pics. Very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now for WWC. I'm pulling from the archives here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male idea of drinking a beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246662233296648354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM_jgNAauKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9ygGrfM8wkE/s320/damn+roof+bong.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Female version of drinking a beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246662973394825266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM_kLSFksDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sVXSf-aKi60/s320/me%26beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Male looking to the future&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246663204065109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM_kYtZp55I/AAAAAAAAAII/0DpylE_xnE0/s320/viking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Female trying to teach redneck male how to dance (yes, that's my son)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246664148991843682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM_lPthvnWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/--cQdBYoeU4/s320/m_c92853c1346caa0a93bad982cc8bc69a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-3504585113936662856?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3504585113936662856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=3504585113936662856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3504585113936662856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3504585113936662856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday &amp; WWC'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM_jgNAauKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9ygGrfM8wkE/s72-c/damn+roof+bong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2206509458300814660</id><published>2008-09-14T21:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:04:50.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night</title><content type='html'>It's sunday night and I'm sitting on the couch relaxing after a wonderful weekend up north. I do believe I've gained at least 5lbs but it was totally worth it. I guess I will just have to work harder at the gym this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching my favorite show...Army Wives. This is the only show that I need to watch every week. Now I must admit that I've missed the past few weeks but this show has become my guilty pleasure. Tonight the story line goes to one of the wives who's son is also enlisted. They were at a funeral for a fallen soldier and the very next day, he son must leave for Iraq. She stood there on the tarmack, strong and proud of her son. I sit here and wretch my heart out over the thought of having to do that myself. I'm so very proud of his decision to serve his country and I support him 100%. I just to be able to be strong for him when he needs me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's out hunting this weekend. Bow opener in our neck of the woods and he might have gotten himself one. The kids are out tracking it right now. I know how excited he is to be able to provide for us and it gives him such pride to put meat in the freezer that he got himself. How things have changed since we moved to the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've posted pics so here's a few from the MN State Fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil A and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076003618573954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM3OVJRizoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iXM-LwkJKrQ/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My newphew &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076809614474354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM3PED18PHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4pFAQrixztw/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lil A and her new shades&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246078304402934434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM3QbEXSCqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Cm7VAREoomw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2206509458300814660?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2206509458300814660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2206509458300814660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2206509458300814660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2206509458300814660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-night.html' title='Sunday night'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SM3OVJRizoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iXM-LwkJKrQ/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-3383177147596347995</id><published>2008-09-12T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:04:19.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHHHH Yes......</title><content type='html'>Counting down the minutes to leaving work, hooking up with girl B and head to the north.  A weekend of rest, relax, food, drinks, scrapbooking and reading.  Oh and maybe a movie or two.  Should be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-3383177147596347995?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3383177147596347995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=3383177147596347995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3383177147596347995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3383177147596347995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaaahhhhhh-yes.html' title='AAAAHHHHHH Yes......'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-7075378064905577018</id><published>2008-09-10T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:02:24.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My one and only political post</title><content type='html'>I don't usually voice my opinions on politics because I respect everyone's opinions even if I may not agree.  But I just had to share this video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless our Troops and what they stand for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-7075378064905577018?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7075378064905577018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=7075378064905577018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/7075378064905577018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/7075378064905577018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-one-and-only-political-post.html' title='My one and only political post'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5966589763265245501</id><published>2008-09-08T11:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:34:12.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today would have been his 48th Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have also been our 18th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son will have to take me for a ride on his Harley tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak dinner on the grill in his honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My how so much anger can melt away and you can be left with good thoughts and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!  I'm sure you're making it count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-5966589763265245501?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5966589763265245501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5966589763265245501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5966589763265245501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5966589763265245501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-4688176372611769201</id><published>2008-08-13T22:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:58:26.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts of actness</title><content type='html'>Bella's favorite place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKOvgYhF2VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ly4-EpJPayA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234220162806569298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKOvgYhF2VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ly4-EpJPayA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKOntpZOEyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Ke-qPOkaWI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234211594582233890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKOntpZOEyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Ke-qPOkaWI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&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/2338230781334398860-4688176372611769201?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4688176372611769201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=4688176372611769201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4688176372611769201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4688176372611769201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts-of-actness.html' title='Random thoughts of actness'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKOvgYhF2VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ly4-EpJPayA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-3428957861558090781</id><published>2008-08-12T10:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:28:40.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is 16 today</title><content type='html'>My sweet girl.  Today you are 16.  Hard to believe when I can still see you in your Cindy Loo Hoo pig tails and your chubby cheeks.  You were the best toddler ever.  You never got mad, you hugged everything and had the patience of a saint.  You smiled at everyone.  Your eyes were full of life from the minute you woke up until you went to bed.  You wouldn't sleep all night but were still so very happy the next day, unlike your mother.  You have always wanted to hang with the boys more than the girls.  Your brother has been your hero whether you want to admit to that or not.  You may have fought, you even started a few, but you were always happiest just being around him.  You loved your dad, even at his worst.  You were the one that always had a hug for him and a smile.  And you were the one who remained strong in her convictions of not talking to him while he was using.  You were strong, I admire you for that and you should never blame yourself for the outcome of that situation.  Just know that he is looking down on your right now with more love than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past years have been a blessing to me.  You are a light in my life that I thank God for you daily.  You make me laugh, you piss me off, but I appreciate the relationship that we have.  I'm grateful for the fact that you talk to me, you're honest (for the most part) with me and I hope it can stay that way.  I pray that the years ahead of us will bring us closer together and our relationship stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day Baby Girl.  You are beautiful, both inside and out.  You are loved and you are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGp8i_1laI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6gypXNF6bZ4/s1600-h/DSCF0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651099633030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGp8i_1laI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6gypXNF6bZ4/s320/DSCF0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpjiEYfKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ws56OYx8Vds/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233650669886930082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpjiEYfKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ws56OYx8Vds/s320/DSC01012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpcyFgCrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MtHD5v1Lm1s/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233650553927502514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpcyFgCrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MtHD5v1Lm1s/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpW6dt7YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gPXV9-c-TCI/s1600-h/amy&amp;amp;aly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233650453097344386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpW6dt7YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gPXV9-c-TCI/s320/amy%26aly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpKIkVIbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nu3Vvs4_dUs/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233650233544876466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpKIkVIbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nu3Vvs4_dUs/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpFGHXFuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sBdUblZQvpU/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233650146987153122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGpFGHXFuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sBdUblZQvpU/s320/DSC00759.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-3428957861558090781?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3428957861558090781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=3428957861558090781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3428957861558090781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3428957861558090781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-is-16-today.html' title='My Baby is 16 today'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SKGp8i_1laI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6gypXNF6bZ4/s72-c/DSCF0210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2783859122919647262</id><published>2008-08-05T19:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:40:01.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Legged Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Lucy joined mommy in the Happy Hallow Club on Friday. She spent the night at the vet and came home on Saturday. She is still pretty quiet and looks at me like I'm the bitch who broke her spirit. It breaks my heart to look at her little face so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chops, the dog that I didn't think I could possible bond with, has become my favorite to come home to. That little butt of his wiggles so fast he nearly knocks himself over. He appears to be smart, he catches on to everything BUT potty outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231195513836724898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjwmpDa4qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/u4SNNhjOoHo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231196004692268082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjxDNogFDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BpbZoxzwmEw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231196522056012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjxhU9oU4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kCbGah76Nro/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231197014077716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjx994vtuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/og-r_SKitH4/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have a new family member, Bella. A friend of lil Al's had a litter and when I saw her, I just couldn't help myself. She is just gorgeous and has been a wonderful addition to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231197453821886162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjyXkD7PtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IRKh4DhXSVc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Everything else is going good. I talked to my doc last week about how I've been feeling lately and we have decided to go another route. I spoke to a woman today that treats people with natural products. Through our conversation, we think we figured out what's going on with my body. I'm so excited to get on the supplements and diet program to get my body back to where it needs to be. The really cool part is that I won't need to be on these things forever. We get my body back in whack and get to feeling "normal" again. It will take some getting use to but I know it's going to make a world of difference. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2783859122919647262?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2783859122919647262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2783859122919647262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2783859122919647262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2783859122919647262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-legged-update.html' title='Four Legged Update'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SJjwmpDa4qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/u4SNNhjOoHo/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2663074133226143061</id><published>2008-07-31T07:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:34:53.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>It's time to get my priorities straight.  I haven't been a very good blogger lately and it's time to get back in to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's events inspired me to get out here and write again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him last night.  For the first time in 13 years, since his father's funeral, he came to volleyball.  I had spent a better part of my day a nervous wreck at the thought of seeing him again.  Why?  After all these years would that affect me so much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell it was him from across the courts.  His walk is still the same.  He called me Dots, just like always.  He looked good, a little grey, a little wrinkled around the eyes.  But he looked good.  He's losing some of his hair from the mediation he's on for the arthritis, but he looked good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made small talk for a while, talked with others.  He kept calling me beautiful.  Said his body just wasn't the same, that it was failing him.  Said that he thought we would have been happy.  Kept say......The What If's.  That he thinks about me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it.  I cried alot last night.  The past flooded through me with such force that I could hardly breath.  I thought of the most painful time in our relationship and how we could never take that back.  No matter how badly we both wanted to.  It's still so very raw in my soul and there isn't a day that I don't think about what happened.  I have to wonder if that's what we hold on to, that's the one tie that will bind us forever.  Letting go of that could possibly help us let go of the past and each other and really move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is that I feel pretty stupid at this point.  I mean, seriously!  I'm stronger than this.  I've been through an awful lot since that point in my life and I'm not proud of falling apart over something so old and obviously so very over.  Do we ever really let go of past pain, hurt and guilt or does it just hang on in the dark corners of our souls waiting for the right moment to pounce?  Jesus!  How pathetic do I sound?  I think I'm going to kick my own ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.  Missed you all!  Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2663074133226143061?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2663074133226143061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2663074133226143061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2663074133226143061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2663074133226143061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-8208719974016984859</id><published>2008-07-16T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:22:50.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting down</title><content type='html'>I've felt myself shutting down a bit lately.  I realize that I have an awful lot of self healing that I need to do.  But where do you begin.  I've been wanting to sleep all the time and I really don't have the energy to accomplish things like I use to.  I'm sure it's a bit of depression but I know this too shall pass.  I am in my third week with the personal trainer and I really love how I feel when I leave the gym.  I have even pushed myself hard to go in on the days in between to do cardio.  Sweating always seems to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't been out here to post because I just don't have anything that exciting.  And what little creativity I did have has gone on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying their summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-8208719974016984859?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8208719974016984859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=8208719974016984859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8208719974016984859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8208719974016984859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/07/shutting-down.html' title='Shutting down'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-1902794363282575596</id><published>2008-07-09T09:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:39:41.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official........</title><content type='html'>A little while back, &lt;a href="http://writesinsleepadaora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adora&lt;/a&gt; posted about a web site called BeautifulPeople.com. You have to apply to this site, send in a pic and people already accepted get to vote on whether or not you are a "beautiful person". Because I was trying desperately to think of anything else to do besides work, I decided this might be fun. I filled out their little ap and put something short and sweet in my profile. I also attached this picture:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221020685150324978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SHTKpqdaCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G7gQl_u0kpE/s320/me2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I didn't realize is that for 3 days after you end in your application, you can log on and watch how people are voting for you. The have this special little line graph that has like 3 different categories where people rank you. Yes, Maybe and Hell No (for lack of me remembering). By the time I realized this, it was too late and all they told me was that 3 men out of Lord knows how many decided that they would be interested in me. Last night I finally received this in my inbox:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BP InfoYour application to BeautifulPeople Network was not successful, the members of BP did not find your profile attractive enough this time round.Please note, that only one in five applicants are currently making it into BeautifulPeople Network.You are more than welcome to try again, perhaps with a better picture or more interesting profile text.We wish you every success.Sincerely,BeautifulPeople NetworkPlease remember you may try again at any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Imagine my devastation when I read that I was not considered worth of being added to their wonderful site. I cried hysterically for hours. Mounds of kleenex currently cover my floor and my eyes are nearly swollen completely shut. Right! I was able to read some of the chats going on between some of those "beautiful people" and didn't see anything real beautiful about them. Caddy, bitchy and rude were about it. So, I am happy to say that I am not a beautiful person. I'm real good with not being a beautiful person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-1902794363282575596?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1902794363282575596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=1902794363282575596' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1902794363282575596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1902794363282575596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official........'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SHTKpqdaCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G7gQl_u0kpE/s72-c/me2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-6310944669937206531</id><published>2008-07-03T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:01:40.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something kinda fun</title><content type='html'>I picked this one up off of &lt;a href="http://newtinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;Newt's&lt;/a&gt; blog and thought I would give my brain a little exercise this morning.  And considering that we are revisiting our past lately, I figured why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career:&lt;/strong&gt; Teacher, Vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car:&lt;/strong&gt; 76 Mustang, two door hatch back, lemon yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; JW (from previous post), George Michael, Shaun Cassidy, Andy Gibb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; Hostess Blueberry Pies and a can of coke, Domino’s Pepperoni pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothing:&lt;/strong&gt; Lee Jeans, my step dads flannel button down shirts, rock concert t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything with the brat pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; Judy Bloom (Shit! I was totally a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream:&lt;/strong&gt; To move to Montana have 12 children and raise horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Shaun Cassidy, Andy Gibb, Old time rock: Judas Preist, Aerosmith, Neil Young, all the big hair bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career:&lt;/strong&gt; What is that?  I need a job to support my kids.  Once the baby is graduated maybe I will figure out what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car:&lt;/strong&gt; 67 Chevy Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; Taye Diggs (yum), Matthew McConaughey, Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; PorterhouseClothing: Jeans that make my butt look good (and I don’t have any lovies), a top that shows the cleavage, and fabulous high heel’d pumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Steel Magnolias….gets me every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt; The one that stands out the most is A Rose in Winter.  Super sappy love story and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream:&lt;/strong&gt; To visit Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Daughtry, Counting Crows, 3 doors down, Evanescence.  I like all kinds:  rock, hip hop, contemporary, country.  I could be here all day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-6310944669937206531?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6310944669937206531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=6310944669937206531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/6310944669937206531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/6310944669937206531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-kinda-fun.html' title='Something kinda fun'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-6637231936713094270</id><published>2008-07-02T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:17:34.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your past has a way of finding you.....</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we went to Ellsworth for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JoDee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Messina&lt;/span&gt; Concert. I know, you've already read this in a previous post but I had to restate that in order for me to tell my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the people I went with is a couple that I hang out with in town. "F" is originally from Columbia. He ended up in WI via a divorce and children. He is now engaged to "K" who is from a small town about 50 miles from where we live now. Giving this information will add to the f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reakiness&lt;/span&gt; of this story, please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I arrive at F &amp;amp; K's place to head down to Ellsworth for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JoDee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Messina&lt;/span&gt; Concert. Shit! I keep bringing that up...sorry. F tells me that we need to make a stop on the way to a friends house to drop off some jerky. I would say beef jerky but it was venison jerky. Yes, we do live in WI and they do shoot deer for food, sorry if that offends anyone. It is quiet tasty though. Alright, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are driving to Ellsworth for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JoDee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Messina&lt;/span&gt; concert when we turn down this one lane gravel driveway. On each side of the 1/4 mile long driveway are trees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meticulously&lt;/span&gt; placed so they are spaced perfectly apart. At the end of the driveway was a house out of a fairytale. The yard was gorgeous with flowers beds and a garden. F &amp;amp; K are already out of the truck heading towards the house when they waive us in. The garage door opens and out some 4 dogs. 1 Yorkie, 1 Poodle, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shepard&lt;/span&gt; and 1 Lab mix. Once in the garage we are greeted by numerous kittens obviously fresh from their mommy. We enter the house and I am oblivious to the owners as I am taken aback by the interior. We follow into the kitchen and stand around the island. F &amp;amp; K are talking to the female home owner and we are asked if we would like a beer from the gentleman standing there. We accept of course and continue gasping at the gorgeous home we are standing in. (we being myself and my sons girlfriend "A") Then the woman looks at A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeowner, "I'm T"&lt;br /&gt;A, "I'm A"&lt;br /&gt;(now looking at me)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm J"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is now looking at me intently and says: "I recognize you from somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit shocked and now wracking my brain as she appears to be quite a bit older than me: "You do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, "are you from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SSP&lt;/span&gt;?" (my home town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, now wondering if I should answer because I wasn't the best teenager, "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T, "Oh My God!, J, it's me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TW&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I do believe my jaw hit the floor and I nearly messed my pants. I am now standing in the home of a woman who's brother I dated for 5 1/2 years through high school and one year after. He was my first everything. It took me years to get over him, even when I was married. We have history that is both happy and incredibly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hug and I start asking a million questions about everyone else in the family but her brother "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;". All the while F is sitting there with this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;" look on his face. When we finally stop talking for two seconds, I turn to F and explain that I went out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; for 5 1/2 years. To which he now tell me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; is one of his best friends! Now I ask you....what are the chances? I haven't seen this woman in 25 years, give or take. And I haven't seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; for about 17 years. I have a wooden box at home that holds that part of my life. I rarely visit it as it usually requires a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kleenex&lt;/span&gt; and yet here it is, staring me right in the face. I was dumbfounded for about an hour, then the beer sank in my belly and we were feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is convinced that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; and I should meet up for a drink, I don't agree. His wife would have a fit and I'm not one to cause that kind of drama. Not if I can help it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to a concert with someone that is from another country who now lives in a city away from where I grew up managed to bring my past in to my present. I guess it does haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this little buddy was in my hanging flower pot when I let Lucy out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218496202983113346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGvSpdiIgoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/phb9rM4jKyg/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He just sat there looking at me as if to ask "where is my coffee?". Of course I had to run in and grab my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful and safe 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; everyone. So far, I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kidless&lt;/span&gt; so the dogs and I will be sitting home alone watching movies. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-6637231936713094270?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6637231936713094270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=6637231936713094270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/6637231936713094270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/6637231936713094270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-past-has-way-of-finding-you.html' title='Your past has a way of finding you.....'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGvSpdiIgoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/phb9rM4jKyg/s72-c/DSC01196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-8062994198916305848</id><published>2008-06-30T21:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:44:17.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AH HA!</title><content type='html'>Not only am I posting pictures for this weeks word challenge, but I am doing it early! I'm pinning on my award now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217869308184472594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGmYfYa_rBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XcFYA2OGqzk/s320/Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217869700899218562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGmY2PZfJII/AAAAAAAAAEg/W6hAyRrbzA4/s320/Blog+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Finished&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870089251452834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGmZM2H396I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HLXR5AmwAfw/s320/Blog+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870486455043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGmZj90lxCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1s1HRtpiJ0Y/s320/Blog+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-8062994198916305848?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8062994198916305848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=8062994198916305848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8062994198916305848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8062994198916305848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-ha.html' title='AH HA!'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGmYfYa_rBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XcFYA2OGqzk/s72-c/Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5175098886584928042</id><published>2008-06-30T08:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:56:48.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JoDee Messina</title><content type='html'>Saturday night a few of us headed to Ellsworth, WI to the Cheese Curd festival. Yup, that's right, a Cheese Curd festival. This was by far the smallest "fair" I have ever been to. I would say the booths covered approximately one block but offered some very delicious fattening foods. We had curds, tacos, blooming onion and fries. Washed down with a beer (or 2 or 5). The highlight of the evening was the JoDee Massina concert. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217671471278177170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGjkjwg5u5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qfLPkwcern0/s320/jodee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was on stage for 1 1/2 hours and never took a break. She had banter with the audience and sang beautifully. I first heard her a couple years ago and her song, My Give a Damn's Busted, became my theme song.   Funny thing is that I didn't realize just how many of her songs I knew.  There was one that she sang that I had never heard before and once again I found myself relating to one of her songs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want a man that stands beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in front of or behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me two arms that want to hold me, not own me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll give all the love in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be true, don't tell lies to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not lookin' for a fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a man that who stands beside me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sums it up in just a few short lines.  Reminds me that country music isn't all that bad.  I just choose to shut it off when I require kleenex to get through a song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sons girlfriend went with me and another couple and we had a blast.  She is just beautiful and I adore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217671612520813058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGjkr-rxUgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/p14yhvRq_gU/s320/me+%26+mana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful weekend.  Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-5175098886584928042?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5175098886584928042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5175098886584928042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5175098886584928042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5175098886584928042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/jodee-messina.html' title='JoDee Messina'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGjkjwg5u5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/qfLPkwcern0/s72-c/jodee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5828540077221038013</id><published>2008-06-26T10:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:16:48.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 40th!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to turn 40 this month. I can't even explain it. 30 sucked big time as 12 days before my birthday I was informed that my husband had 6 - 12 months to live. My 30's were spent caring for him, which as a wife is not a bad thing, but then his drinking got worse and it's all history from there. Being on my own for the past couple of years and now crossing this mile stone brought much excitement for me. And I must admit that hearing people say, "You have a son that's 19? No Way!" or "You're really 40? I thought you were early 30's" kind of helped the transition. I'm happy, truely happy for the first time in years. I have a tight knit group of wonderful friends, I took a vacation to Jamaica alone, my kids are both at home and I am feeling more confident every day. Life is good, live is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I celebrated my birthday with some good friends and my kids. We all went down to the local watering hole and probably celebrating a little more than we should have, but boy did I have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207489339856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOxEyzVl5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/O3xeOCaNtP4/s320/me2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next to my BFF R, this woman is the greatest. She allows me to totally be me without judgement or expectation. I am so blessed to have them both in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207328858344898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOw7c9kDcI/AAAAAAAAADw/J0e4eOKarhc/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful step daughter joined us. I hadn't seen her since the funeral in March. She brought me a pin that had flashing lips and said, Kiss Me I'm 40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207178360675122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOwysUH2zI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hj7cePbircc/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for my entire being. These kids are my whole life and I love them more than words can express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207001328910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOwoY0dgcI/AAAAAAAAADg/q0bP-VNyZWQ/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216206810240569474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOwdQ9c0II/AAAAAAAAADY/AhTzesHY22E/s320/another+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's to a new chapter in my life. I'm looking forward to all it has to offer, good and bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-5828540077221038013?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5828540077221038013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5828540077221038013' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5828540077221038013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5828540077221038013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-40th.html' title='My 40th!'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SGOxEyzVl5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/O3xeOCaNtP4/s72-c/me2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-1029570555842027412</id><published>2008-06-23T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:02:11.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>Newt and I are doing our own personal walk-a-thon this summer.  We have a mutual blog friend that was diagnosed with MS and we had considered doing the actual walk for MS.  Once we realized the overhead, we thought that we could do this ourselves.  So, as of Friday, we have adorned high tech (and they are high tech, I'm still trying to figure out all the buttons) pedometers and will be logging our miles/steps throughout the summer.  ALL money raised will go directly to MS research.  Check out our blog.  There is a link on the left side to donate, if you'd like.  Otherwise you can just peek at the fun we will be having with this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feetsoffancy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://feetsoffancy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-1029570555842027412?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1029570555842027412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=1029570555842027412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1029570555842027412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1029570555842027412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-4672869955171313704</id><published>2008-06-18T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:30:36.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>So I met someone on MySpace and we started chatting about being in relationships with people that are just not good for us.  Alcoholics, drug users, drama, etc.  We decided last night that we want to start up a support group for other out there just like us.  Here's the problem, since we both have horrible track records of picking out someone that has their shit together, I am reaching out to my blog friends for a little help.   I am looking for advice on finding a "healthy" partner.  Also, for those of you that have also experienced the same thing, what kinds of questions should be asked and what are the "little" signs that you would say someone should be looking for as a prelude to the fact that this person will no doubt bring problems to the relationship.  Any and all suggestions would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, and my fellow MySpace friend thanks you as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-4672869955171313704?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4672869955171313704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=4672869955171313704' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4672869955171313704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/4672869955171313704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-3556208520859797589</id><published>2008-06-18T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:46:51.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for curiosities sake</title><content type='html'>I typed up the post below without considering the fact that people have strong imaginations.  When talking to my BFF last night, she informed me that when she read my post her mind starting racing on all the possibilities for me being so guilt ridden.  So that brings me to this post.  I'm curious to know what might have run through your mind on what it was that I could have possibly done Friday night to cause me to be so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the possibilities my BFF came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Clowns&lt;br /&gt;Mime&lt;br /&gt;Donkey&lt;br /&gt;Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can figure out in what context these possibilites were used.  Needless to say, by the end of our conversation, I was laughing my ass off.  I also realized that what I did do really wasn't all THAT bad and ultimately I can't change it.  I just know that I will never put myself in that type of situation again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your comments, they were all very appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Much love to my BFF for last night.  You are a special gift in my life.  To know that I can do something so rediculous and come to you without being judged.  And if you are judging...you do a fabulous job of not letting it show!  I love ya for that.  Now, can we still go shoe shopping?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-3556208520859797589?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3556208520859797589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=3556208520859797589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3556208520859797589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3556208520859797589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-for-curiosities-sake.html' title='Just for curiosities sake'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-1406254076815400557</id><published>2008-06-16T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:35:36.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you let it go?</title><content type='html'>Guilt.  Probably one of the most difficult things to live with and it's really consuming right now.  I returned home from Jamaica last night and had a wonderful time.  I have some beautiful memories that I will carry with me forever.  But something happened Friday night that I am ashamed of.  I don't know why I allowed it, but I did and more details flowed to me last night that nearly tore me in two.  I had already felt sick over the whole thing as it was, the new information just made it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you let it go?  How do you release that guilt from within yourself and know that you're still a good person?  It's one of those major F*CK ups that you hold inside and would never share with anyone because of the shame that's attached to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fellow bloggers, have you ever done anything that you were so ashamed of that you won't ever tell anyone about?  How did/do you deal with it?  How do you truely resolve that within yourself and let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics tomorrow.  It really was a wonderful experience and I look forward to visiting again very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-1406254076815400557?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1406254076815400557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=1406254076815400557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1406254076815400557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/1406254076815400557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-let-it-go.html' title='How do you let it go?'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5210989312410993935</id><published>2008-06-04T08:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:08:49.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start with WWC..a day late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm combining the words this week in the pictures...Light and Dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaSnRLKn7I/AAAAAAAAADA/8pm_2-8b6KU/s1600-h/DSCF0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208011222423347122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaSnRLKn7I/AAAAAAAAADA/8pm_2-8b6KU/s320/DSCF0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Light coming in on my dark bedspread. (I have new pillows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaSdxLKn6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/16P_CkoAnzE/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208011059214589858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaSdxLKn6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/16P_CkoAnzE/s320/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy new shoes! totally unrelated to WWC I know, but I had to show them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208012257510465490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaTjhLKn9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HSqzz3BGzD8/s320/DSCF0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, today is a special day. Today is Lucy's 1st birthday! She has been such a light in my life over the past year. She is always happy, her fur is like silk and even though Newt calls her the Spawn, I love her with my whole heart. So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ms. LUCY. Mama loves you so bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208012004107395010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaTUxLKn8I/AAAAAAAAADI/51CJY_J3OFw/s320/DSCF0075.jpg" border="0" /&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/2338230781334398860-5210989312410993935?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5210989312410993935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5210989312410993935' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5210989312410993935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5210989312410993935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-start-with-wwca-day-late.html' title='Let&apos;s start with WWC..a day late...'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEaSnRLKn7I/AAAAAAAAADA/8pm_2-8b6KU/s72-c/DSCF0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2833598285634223874</id><published>2008-06-02T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:33:25.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to introduce....</title><content type='html'>Tne newest member of our family....Chops.  an AKC register, pure bred boxer.  He graced our home last night via my son who is lucky that I love him as much as I do.  He and Lucy are getting along really well and I'm looking forward to them wearing each other out on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SERJ6RLKn5I/AAAAAAAAACw/eMW78KxKHCM/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207368334538612626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SERJ6RLKn5I/AAAAAAAAACw/eMW78KxKHCM/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This right here is a face only  a mother could love.  He looks like an angry old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEREvhLKn4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xebWtMiSXb4/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362652296880002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SEREvhLKn4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xebWtMiSXb4/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's about all I got right now.  I've been pretty sick the past few days and I'm going to put myself back in bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, one last note.  I booked myself a trip to Jamaica for next week.  I'm going to an all inclusive resort all by myself for a few days.  I've never done something like this before and I'm really excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2833598285634223874?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2833598285634223874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2833598285634223874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2833598285634223874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2833598285634223874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-would-like-to-introduce.html' title='I would like to introduce....'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SERJ6RLKn5I/AAAAAAAAACw/eMW78KxKHCM/s72-c/DSC00907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-411227011764485740</id><published>2008-05-22T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:00:37.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>Has been crazy to say the least.  I wanted to WWC this week but just didn't have the opportunity to find the right pictures and even blog for that matter.  Currently I'm at work but obviously not working.  It's suppose to get up to 70 today and I have no interest in being strapped to a cube.  The sun is screaming to bake my skin and I want to comply.  Damn this job thing!  Who decided this was the way to go?  I want to kick their ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I took one of my new sales reps to the MOA.  She is up here for training and loves shoes.  We began our evening with dinner at Newt and I's favorite restaraunt.  With dinner we partook in a little ditty sweetly named "Lemon Drop".  This was my very first Martini and I discovered that it was very good.  I also discovered that drinking one and 1/2 of these little lemon drops followed by shopping made for some good entertainment for the sales clerks.  I did behave and only left with one pair of shoes, a shirt that was too expensive but looks hot and a sexy new pair of sunglasses.  She was a blast and we're talking about me flying down to Virginia Beach to party it up there some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had my daughters last choir concert.  The kids sing so beautifully that I find myself really enjoying listening.  From there, the kids and I headed down to one of the local pubs that has sand pit volleyball games on Wednesday night.  The group that I hang out with from town play on one team and we decided it was good to show our support.  Having a beer and a beautiful spring night while doing so is just a bonus.  Once the games were all finished, my kids and I along with some of the other players hit the court and played a game ourselves.  Outside of the fact that the sand was freezing, we had a blast.  We shook off our clothes the best we could but when I got home, I dropped trau to hit the shower and could her the sand hitting the floor.  Needless to say...I will have extra cleaning duties tonight.  Oh hell, they have another game tonight so the sand will have to wait for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the weekend is stacking up to be quite the busy one.  Friday night is out with the crew.  Saturday morning, drop the dog off at the groomer then off to spend some time with my Newt with a high possibility of a DATE later that night.  Sunday is our first official day on the lake at dads where I will be soaking up the rays from the first floatation devise I can get me hands one.  We will also be having a polish golf tournament and food on the grill which sounds like a perfect day to me.  Monday will be low key with work around the house and hopefully in the yard as long as the weather still holds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your long weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-411227011764485740?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/411227011764485740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=411227011764485740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/411227011764485740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/411227011764485740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2922858903988982880</id><published>2008-05-13T19:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:57:36.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWC</title><content type='html'>The words for this week are 7 and earth.  The pictures below are how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interpreted&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pairs of shoes in the shape of a 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo0UXAh7eI/AAAAAAAAABo/iKCJtMjp_vs/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200026244130926050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo0UXAh7eI/AAAAAAAAABo/iKCJtMjp_vs/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 stuffed animals on my daughters shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCoy2HAh7dI/AAAAAAAAABg/23DAtHeYWd8/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200024624928255442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCoy2HAh7dI/AAAAAAAAABg/23DAtHeYWd8/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hell on earth.....my daughters bedroom&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200027979297713650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo15XAh7fI/AAAAAAAAABw/h3qV76GB7u4/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200029053039537666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo233Ah7gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vDu1nNao5Eo/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My heaven on earth.....my princess bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200030242745478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo39HAh7hI/AAAAAAAAACA/uX-m7eCvgoI/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's what I got.  Happy Tuesday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2922858903988982880?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2922858903988982880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2922858903988982880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2922858903988982880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2922858903988982880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/05/wwc.html' title='WWC'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCo0UXAh7eI/AAAAAAAAABo/iKCJtMjp_vs/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-2516700255103583568</id><published>2008-05-12T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:15:32.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Nonsence</title><content type='html'>The other night my daughter decided she wanted to sleep with me. The three of us, including the dog, were all snuggled up and I had just started to dose when my daughter says "Oh Crap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;groggy&lt;/span&gt;) What?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I think there's a tick on Lucy, can you get the tweezers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw back the blankets and start walking out to my purse in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Never mind ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Her: It was just her nipple.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your father you're in heat. He will call you later in the day and remind you that if you act on such feelings you will spend eternity in heat in the depths of hell. Thanks dad, nice buzz kill.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat homemade chicken soup right after boiling it to make dumplings. Doing so scorches the taste buds from your tongue and leaves you feeling like you have the worst breath in the world.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Do make the dumplings because the soup just isn't the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; blizzards with my mom, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt;, sister and daughter yesterday was the highlight of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy a guy that you thought was a friend a shot at the bar because when you don't go home with him, he will no longer look at you.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ipods&lt;/span&gt; are currently the greatest invention ever made as I can shut out the world at work as I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; cranky today.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep induces momentary loss of sanity which can cause a grown woman to break down in tears in the Taco Bell drive through for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;A beefy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; burrito makes everything seem better even if it's only while consuming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish this blog by telling you all about the wonderful Mother's Day gift I received from my son via mail last week. I pulled it out of it's box and started to cry at how beautiful it was. Three days later I finally read the enclosed card and discovered the meaning of the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199553853562940866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCiGrnAh7cI/AAAAAAAAABY/2s06_yB8ggc/s320/necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The picture doesn't do it justice, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the center is a diamond which represents the strength of a Mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around the diamond are 6 hearts for each letter in the word Mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tips of the hearts come together to form a star. As the stars have guided travelers for years, so does a Mother guide her children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 365 lines on the base of the necklace behind the hearts and diamond. These lines represent the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; that Mother's make every day of the year for their children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inscribed on the back is: To Mom, With Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have the greatest kids on the face of the earth.....&lt;a href="http://gardeningknitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; says I can say that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He comes home this Friday after spending this week in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Combatives&lt;/span&gt; training. They won't let him have his phone during this week so we can't say goodnight but I am counting the minutes to when I can throw my arms around him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also able to spend the day with my daughter on Sunday. After blizzards, we hit our favorite mall area for pedicures and a little shopping. It was a wonderful day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all had wonderful days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-2516700255103583568?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2516700255103583568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=2516700255103583568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2516700255103583568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/2516700255103583568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-nonsence.html' title='Random Nonsence'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SCiGrnAh7cI/AAAAAAAAABY/2s06_yB8ggc/s72-c/necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-3657323524702368132</id><published>2008-05-07T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:52:01.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little advice please</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for a little advice from the few (and the proud) that actually read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole "dating" thing...how does it work.  I mean seriously?  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to meet and go out with different men?  Can you kiss them?  Can they fondle you?  Is a "one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt;" acceptable or does that make you a dirty whore?  What about younger "men"?  How much younger before you look really stupid?  Do you give them your number right away or is there a protocol?  I don't get this and I'm really confused.  Not like they are knocking down my door but there was a couple.  Is sex the only thing that guys are looking for or are there still nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gentlemen&lt;/span&gt; out there?  Can you date without drama?  How do you know if they are in a relationship and bull shitting you by saying they aren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your help.  I'm a old dog trying to learn new tricks and I don't know which side to lift my leg on the fire hydrant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-3657323524702368132?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3657323524702368132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=3657323524702368132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3657323524702368132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/3657323524702368132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-advice-please.html' title='A little advice please'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-8679664861219969715</id><published>2008-05-05T09:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:42:33.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things</title><content type='html'>So, I have been working on getting us settled in the house. Saturday I spent most of the day cleaning the main floor and trying to organize the rooms. The office isn't quite done yet, but the rest looks pretty good at this point. Yesterday we spent the morning running errands then picked up a few items for my bedroom and bathroom. At Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond I found some joy in some prints for my bedroom. I was so excited when I saw these that I just new I had to have them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WdyVqpfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/madtBkz1eEI/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897195993507314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WdyVqpfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/madtBkz1eEI/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897522411021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WwyVqpjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LNkrfs9ICc8/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897376382133778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WoSVqphI/AAAAAAAAABA/EfJVXpkAeWg/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897449396577826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WsiVqpiI/AAAAAAAAABI/LTBZl7A7CpY/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WjSVqpgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/USsmWWcgek8/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897290482787842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WjSVqpgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/USsmWWcgek8/s320/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pillows to match the shoes are next. I can't wait. It's coming along nicely and my personal sanctuary is wonderful. And there isn't an ounce of boy smell in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the little things in life that just make me so warm and fuzzy on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-8679664861219969715?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8679664861219969715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=8679664861219969715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8679664861219969715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/8679664861219969715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SB8WdyVqpfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/madtBkz1eEI/s72-c/DSC00838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338230781334398860.post-5391099596798939334</id><published>2008-04-30T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:24:35.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new digs.......again.</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, finding myself forming a new blog page.  This time because someone decided to be cruel and post personal things that needed to remain personal.  But thank to my good friend &lt;a href="http://newtinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;Newt&lt;/a&gt; , here I am with a new identity that hopefully will not fall in to the wrong hands again.  It's sad to think that someone you once loved can be so cruel.  Chalk it up to expierence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my daughter passed her permit test Tuesday so yesterday we took to dreaded drive to the local DMV to get her legal permit.  Needless to say, I was bitting toe nails going home.   Honestly, she didn't do too bad.  Too slow to get to the turn but too fast through the turns.  She'll learn as times go on, just like my son.  Lord, give me patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly getting settle in the house.  The bedroom and bathroom are put away so I haven't gotten much further than that.  The kitchen is usable but still need more work.  I'm taking my time and going slow so I don't burn out.  With work, my daughters social life and my training at the gym, I just need to take time and do it a little slower than I normally do.  Besides, going out for a night on the town with the girls is ALWAYS a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have a wonderful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338230781334398860-5391099596798939334?l=onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5391099596798939334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338230781334398860&amp;postID=5391099596798939334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5391099596798939334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338230781334398860/posts/default/5391099596798939334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedaisyatatime.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-digsagain.html' title='My new digs.......again.'/><author><name>OneDaisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wWHL_L3DkpA/SBjQ5iVqpdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/brxaFYU2Th8/S220/j0414064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
