<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-9968663</id><updated>2024-03-07T21:32:15.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee&#39;s Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about anything I feel like talking about.  I update it when I want and write what I want.  Sometimes it&#39;s about me, but sometimes it&#39;s about current events.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-115160110621626356</id><published>2006-06-29T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:14:36.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2006!</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/46/145145751_0713a3e3dd_m.jpg&quot;&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt; finally has the internet at work. It&#39;s about time! (Hey, Bri, right click on the links and click OPEN IN NEW WINDOW so it doesn&#39;t send you away from the blog again...isn&#39;t that annoying?) Anyhow, I&#39;ve sent him a couple of websites to get him started on the whole searching thing. &quot;I click and it takes me there so fast!&quot; He can&#39;t believe you don&#39;t have to wait an hour for the page to come up! Yes, sadly, we have dial-up at home. You type in the web address you want then you watch &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fox.com/dance/&quot;&gt;So You Think You Can Dance?&lt;/a&gt; and at the first commercial your site might be up...probably without pictures, but it&#39;s there. Then you click on the link you want and change the TV channel to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nbc.com/Americas_Got_Talent/&quot;&gt;America&#39;s got Talent&lt;/a&gt;. At the next commercial you look up and realize your dial-up kicked you off so you have to reconnect...if you even remember why you were going on in the first place. That&#39;s another thing with dial-up you always have a reason to go on. You NEVER just surf the net for no reason. That could take days! So, &lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/37/131929302_80424b2007_m.jpg&quot;&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;, welcome to the wonderful world of high speed internet. Now get some work done!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115160110621626356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/115160110621626356?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/115160110621626356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/115160110621626356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-to-2006.html' title='Welcome to 2006!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-114434467073414299</id><published>2006-04-06T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:31:10.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.letssingit.com/?/daniel-powter-bad-day-jcs62pq.html&quot;&gt;Yes, I had a bad day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by saying I hate driving places without another driver in the car with me. So, my anxiety level was pretty high when this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor had a doctor&#39;s appointment at Children&#39;s Hospital yesterday at 10:30. The doctor said some very positive things so we&#39;re happy with him, but I got lost going there...I had to keep my cool since I didn&#39;t want to freak Connor out, but I think he got a little worried when I said we&#39;ll be there in a minute and an hour later I was calling the hospital to say we&#39;d be late. We left the house at 7:45 AM. I planned on being there about 45 minutes early so we could eat breakfast...that never happened. I finally got there and things went well, we ate lunch at 2:00...we were starving... and visited Connor&#39;s friend who was there for surgery. At the end of the day, we waited 40 minutes for our car in valet and we headed home...apparently in the wrong direction. It took 2 Â½ hours to get home, it should have been about 1 1/2 hours. I stopped to get gas and called Brian to let him know what was up and I started balling! I just wanted him to come get me! Then, finally, I was about a mile from my house and I got pulled over for speeding...the cop didn&#39;t dare give me a ticket since I was crying so hysterically by now that he probably only understood half of what I said... &quot;lost...boston...children&#39;s hospital...can&#39;t find the registration...my house is right there...wanna go home...&quot; So he told me to relax and have a nice day. LOL...the drama! It wastrulyy the worst day since the first week of the new year.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114434467073414299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/114434467073414299?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114434467073414299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114434467073414299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-bad-day.html' title='I had a bad day...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-114356241961531333</id><published>2006-03-28T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:13:39.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/deeslife/115980377/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/47/115980377_621521ed77_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/deeslife/115980377/&quot;&gt;shaqtacular&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/deeslife/&quot;&gt;DeeatHC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m in a blogging class trying stuff out...I learned how to take my pictures from flickr and put them on my blog and write this without even going into blogger!  CRAZY!  Who knew I&#39;d actually learn something?&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114356241961531333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/114356241961531333?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114356241961531333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114356241961531333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-114114701787017144</id><published>2006-02-28T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:16:57.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy prank answering!</title><content type='html'>Last night during dinner the phone rang.  I looked at the caller ID and realized it was the same number that we kept ignoring 800-868-something so I decided to play a game with the person on the other end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: Could I speak with Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I think you have the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;CALLER: There is no one named Brain there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, is this Mrs. blank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mrs. blank how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. blank do you have a cable television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  As strict Christians we do not believe in cable.&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What do you watch on television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch one hour a day of biblical movies on VHS.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch biblical movies.  Movies about God.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I see.  Then Mrs. blank would you be interested in satelite TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own televisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we own one.&lt;br /&gt;And you do not have cable or satelite on this television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about satelite TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested.&lt;br /&gt;I think you will like satelite television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as Christians, believe that satelite is the work of the devil and I do not wish to hear about your satelite.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, ma&#39;am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satelite television is the work of the devil and I want you and your devil TV to not call here again.&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, good day. (CLICK)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114114701787017144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/114114701787017144?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114114701787017144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114114701787017144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-enjoy-prank-answering.html' title='I enjoy prank answering!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-114046031800877687</id><published>2006-02-20T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:31:58.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull your pants up!</title><content type='html'>It was my mother&#39;s first night in the rehab center. She finally fell asleep very late after going through physical therapy and taking Vicadin to ease the pain...both mental and physical I&#39;m sure. Suddenly her bed started vibrating. Then she heard a man&#39;s voice saying, &quot;Beverly...Beverly wake up.&quot; He proceeded to try waking my mother up by shaking the bed. My mother got very nervous. She wasn&#39;t nervous because the man was shaking the bed and yelling another woman&#39;s name or because the man had his pants around his knees...she was nervous because she didn&#39;t want him to climb into bed with her and hurt her knee! She pressed the call button and screamed for help. Six nurses and a maintenance guy came to her rescue and the man realized he must be in the wrong room. He then proceeded to go across the hall to find his wife who was actually at home unaware that it was time to do whatever it was this man wanted to do with his underwear around his knees. His underwear fell around his ankles and he fell in the hall where the staff grabbed him and took him away. My mother slept with the door shut tight every night after that!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114046031800877687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/114046031800877687?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114046031800877687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114046031800877687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/pull-your-pants-up.html' title='Pull your pants up!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-114019624073640645</id><published>2006-02-17T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:10:40.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother is out of rehab!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been busy!  VERY busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had knee replacement surgery on January 31.  Seeing her on Morphine has been the highlight of the past few weeks!  I pretty much sat there and laughed at her until they took the IV out...it was great!  They moved her into a nursing home...sorry, rehab center and she&#39;s been there until about ten minutes ago.  It&#39;s funny because when you don&#39;t tell people about the surgery and just say things like &quot;I have to go visit my mother in rehab&quot; people look at you funny.  I didn&#39;t realize why until one of my friends said &quot;oh, is she going to be okay?&quot; and couldn&#39;t look at me in the eyes.  I laughed and thought about the tens of people that probably think my mother is some sort of junky!  HAHA!  Well, she&#39;s on her way home right now and she plans to go out with her friends tonight...that&#39;s my girl!  So many funny things happened while she was in there!  BUT I think I&#39;ll leave you hanging for a bit so I can go eat lunch...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114019624073640645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/114019624073640645?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114019624073640645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/114019624073640645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mother-is-out-of-rehab.html' title='My mother is out of rehab!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113510866516931055</id><published>2005-12-20T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:57:45.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shmistmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Every year I get all warm and fuzzy inside right around Thanksgiving time. The day after turkey day I&#39;m shopping for Christmas presents all happy and smiling and excited for Santa. Then I get the kids pictures taken and have Christmas cards printed up and I start sending them out...they&#39;re so cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Then it starts. I realize I don&#39;t have enough cards for the 75 people I send cards to and even if I did have enough cards I don&#39;t even have everyone&#39;s updated addresses...then I lose the book of stamps and buy more only to find my daughter playing with them like they were stickers. Now it&#39;s four days before Christmas and I&#39;m rushing around trying to find gifts for everyone and mailing out the last of the cards that I made on the computer because I keep forgetting someone. Then I realize &quot;Santa&quot; got three times more gifts for my daughter than he got for my son so I have to go out and even it out which ends up costing me five times as much as it would have if I had more time. Now I can&#39;t find my Christmas card list so I have no idea who got cards and who didn&#39;t so I guess Christmas cards are done. I still have to bake for the school party which is....oh shit! It&#39;s tomorrow! I still have to get the teachers gifts together...looks like I&#39;m pulling an all-nighter again! What&#39;s this? Oh man! I just got three card sent BACK to me because they didn&#39;t have stamps on them...where is my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you didn&#39;t get a card or a gift or something yet then it&#39;s either late or it&#39;s not coming...you&#39;ll figure it out! Just remember, Christmas is all about family and being together. Who really believes this shit? Isn&#39;t it all about Jesus Christ being born and celebrating his birth? Then why the hell am I getting YOU anything? I should be getting a gift for Jesus and, if what the church teaches us is true, Jesus is all forgiving so if I get him nothing he&#39;ll forgive me! Wow! I wish I thought of that earlier...that makes everything so much easier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113510866516931055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113510866516931055?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113510866516931055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113510866516931055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-shmistmas.html' title='Christmas Shmistmas'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113457608768849104</id><published>2005-12-14T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:23:41.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go sloganize yourself!</title><content type='html'>Hours of entertainment! Here&#39;s a few good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make Someone Happy with a Brian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE SHE&#39;S BORN WITH IT, MAYBE IT&#39;S DEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-oh, Better Get Brian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP IS DIANA IN YOUR CUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marvin the Mountie Always Gets His Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, hours! Put your name, the name of a friend, a silly word, whatever and hit the sloganize button and be prepared for total enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&quot;&gt;http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113457608768849104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113457608768849104?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113457608768849104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113457608768849104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/go-sloganize-yourself.html' title='Go sloganize yourself!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113267086508817266</id><published>2005-11-22T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:47:45.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here&#39;s something to keep you quiet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twinkiesproject.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.twinkiesproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very scientific!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113267086508817266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113267086508817266?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113267086508817266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113267086508817266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/heres-something-to-keep-you-quiet.html' title='Here&#39;s something to keep you quiet...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113234082764311888</id><published>2005-11-18T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:08:35.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world has lost a treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/becca.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/becca.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebecca Harmony Connolly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 9, 1982-November 12, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebecca Harmony Connolly&lt;/strong&gt;, 23, peacefully passed away in her sleep at home on Saturday, November 12, 2005. She leaves her husband Arthur Souza, of Worcester; 2 step sons Matthew &amp; Michael; her parents, Raymond and Stephanie Connolly of Grafton; 4 sisters, Genevive, Bothelo, her sister Aimee predeceased her in 1997; Julia, and Jessica; 6 brothers David, Alan, Eric, Christian, Michael, &amp; Gabriel; 6 half-sisters &amp; brothers: Magdalene, Anna, Chloe, Sharif, Jesse, and Daniel O’Connor; her maternal grandparents Paul &amp; Marianne Mellein; and paternal grandmother Harriet Connolly; 2 sisters-in-law, 1 brother-in-law, as well as 8 nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca was born in Cancun, Mexico on October 9, 1982. She attended Tahanto High School in Boylston, and pursued training and practice in creative body piercings. Rebecca loved her dogs, cats, and butterflies. She was also active in many musical and artistic pursuits, including modeling, poetry, and fashion design. She loved being with her family and friends, she spent much of her childhood singing with her family to the needy in Mexico, the Middle East, Europe, and she recorded beautiful songs.&lt;br /&gt;Calling hours will be held on Thursday, November 17th, from 7-9 pm in the Graham, Putnam, &amp; Mahoney Funeral Parlors, 838 Main St., Worcester, MA. A funeral service will take place on Friday, November 18th, at 10 A.M. in the First Congregational Church, 10 Church Street, Boylston, MA. Interment will be in Pine Grove Cemetery, Boylston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Rebecca &quot;Beck&quot; Connolly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spending countless hours on my knees,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging hope of destiny, now you see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it any wonder that I&#39;ve found life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it some great fever that I&#39;ve found peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;For only in living will you find the self-preservation to survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you shocked?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only in the true presence of nature will you reach the astounding depths of inner beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it any wonder that hope is mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can&#39;t you see I&#39;m set for the afterlife?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplicity of nature is the natural result of profound thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113234082764311888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113234082764311888?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113234082764311888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113234082764311888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/world-has-lost-treasure.html' title='The world has lost a treasure'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113044245935133593</id><published>2005-10-27T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:47:39.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fashion Don&#39;t!</title><content type='html'>Here is yet another great way to waste time at work!  Of course, I would never waste 15 minutes looking at something like this while I should be working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sandalandsoxer.co.uk&quot;&gt;http://www.sandalandsoxer.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113044245935133593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113044245935133593?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113044245935133593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113044245935133593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/fashion-dont.html' title='A Fashion Don&#39;t!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-113027172618686463</id><published>2005-10-25T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:58:52.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the official start of the cold season Girls Night Out. I&#39;m not sure why we don&#39;t do it more when it&#39;s warm out, but we don&#39;t. The night started off very nice. My cousins showed up at the house and I finished getting ready while we all chatted. When I was done we went next door to a cookout...in the rain. Amie was so funny! &quot;You guys have cookouts 365.&quot; HAHA! We got there at 6:30 and the food was all put away so we couldn&#39;t stay long since we were starving. We were a bit overdressed for a cookout in the rain anyhow. So we went out to eat at a Tex Mex place up the road. The food was good, but looking back on it I might not have eaten so much rice if I knew what the night would bring. We headed out to the city and met up with Melissa and Jen at a great shady bar. I figured no one would want to stay there, but we ended up staying there almost all night. The band was horrible and the drinks were strong so we decided to stay. My friend Ariann showed up then Buddy showed up, so we were surrounded by friends and having a great time! My next step was to finish the drink I was having and make everyone move to a bar down the road. Why? I don&#39;t know. All I know is that when I drink a lot I like to be surrounded by loud drunk people who are, hopefully, more drunk than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night was coming to a close and we all got into the car. I got into the back seat, thankfully, by a window. The next thing I remember is getting sick in my hair dressers driveway...okay, you&#39;ve all drank to the point of puking at least once, so shut up! It was pouring rain out and I had the window opened and my head practically hanging out of it the rest of the way home. The cold rain was keeping me from getting sick again. So my friend driving decides to put the window up. Without hesitation I rolled it down and puked out the window going 50mph. Suddenly I feel something wet on my lap. Someone had given me a drink of water which was now spilling all over my lap. I was a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Sunday I slept and sipped gatorade.  I finally ate something at 6pm.  I was a mess!  I think I was still hungover Monday...actually I know I was.  I&#39;m sure there are more stories, but I don&#39;t remember.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113027172618686463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/113027172618686463?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113027172618686463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/113027172618686463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112981798495435471</id><published>2005-10-20T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:19:44.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste more time...</title><content type='html'>because it can never be replaced!  Besides, you have no life so what else do you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.howitshouldhaveended.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.howitshouldhaveended.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112981798495435471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112981798495435471?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112981798495435471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112981798495435471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/waste-more-time.html' title='Waste more time...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112912796312408704</id><published>2005-10-12T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:39:23.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying busy?</title><content type='html'>Let&#39;s make sure you all have enough to do while you&#39;re at work today, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.emotioneric.com&quot;&gt;http://www.emotioneric.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should keep you busy for hours!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112912796312408704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112912796312408704?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112912796312408704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112912796312408704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/staying-busy.html' title='Staying busy?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112861455611991550</id><published>2005-10-06T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:02:36.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorded messages call my house!</title><content type='html'>This is getting ridiculous!  Last night I answered the phone without looking at the caller ID and a man said &quot;Hi&quot; so I said &quot;Hi&quot; back thinking it was someone I knew.  Then he immediately went into a speach about how he&#39;s a father of four and how he&#39;s very upset about the curriculum in his school system including teching his children about gay marraige and having gay sex partners...blah blah blah.  Now I&#39;m ready to go into a complete debate with this man since I know they are not teaching my son how to have gay sex in school, but they are simply being diverse and letting children know about different children and how they may have two mommy&#39;s and whatever.  If you know anything about me, you know I am so okay with this!  However, as I start to debate with this &quot;man&quot; he keeps talking.  Now I&#39;m heated!  They have a freakin&#39; recording calling my house to do what?  Get me all heated so I can&#39;t interrupt him?  I&#39;m not sure what my point is.  I just needed to share that with people.  I&#39;m so angry still.  I wanted to go to that man&#39;s house and start preaching about how it IS okay for gay men and women to get married in the state of Massachusetts, which is where he was going with the &quot;conversation&quot; next.  I hung up and yelled at my husband.  I felt a little better, but it just wasn&#39;t the same!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112861455611991550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112861455611991550?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112861455611991550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112861455611991550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/recorded-messages-call-my-house.html' title='Recorded messages call my house!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112853780694131645</id><published>2005-10-05T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:43:26.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Signal</title><content type='html'>Mah Mah Mah Mah...that&#39;s me being busy....Mah Mah Mah....people keep bothering me to write in my blog, but I&#39;m busy....Mah Mah Mah Mah Mah Mah Mah.....don&#39;t you hate that?  Wouldn&#39;t you have hung up by now?  Well, here&#39;s something to keep you busy until I&#39;m able to write something worth reading....Mah Mah Mah Mah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.clearfour.com/condiment/&quot;&gt;http://www.clearfour.com/condiment/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112853780694131645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112853780694131645?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112853780694131645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112853780694131645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy-signal.html' title='Busy Signal'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112724562154579071</id><published>2005-09-20T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:47:01.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My shameless plug...AVON calling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/jessica-avon21.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/jessica-avon21.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&#39;m THAT woman now! I still don&#39;t cake make-up on my face and smell like the fragrance counter at Macy&#39;s, but I do sell AVON. It&#39;s fun! It really is! We have silly little meeting where we play games and smell perfume and try on make up samples and exchange ideas. I&#39;ve made some money doing it. Of course, just as any good business woman would, I put much of that money into marketing research, but it&#39;s all very beneficial to the future of my business. (My husband totally fell for that one last night!) I mean, I&#39;m having an AVON party next weekend. I have to buy alcohol, right? That&#39;s a business write-off! I&#39;m not making enough right now for that to matter, but eventually it will. Now I know how Donald Trump got away with it and made his millions! Minus the beauty products, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all you can do now is wish me luck and check out AVON.com and if you place an order put my phone number when it asks for it, and I&#39;ll get credit for it. It&#39;ll come right to you and you&#39;ll have to pay shipping, but it&#39;s that easy! And, no, my stalker friends, you&#39;re not getting my phone number. Nice try, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m always looking for helpers too! who will either earn cash or products, up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I&#39;m done! Geez, now I know how celebs feel when they&#39;re on Leno...no, not really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone emailed this to me along with the picture at the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&#39;m an Avon Lady Take a look at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showin&#39; off my Skin-So-Soft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For everyone to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&#39;m more than a housewife &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&#39;m a business woman too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you don&#39;t have a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you have a dream come true&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112724562154579071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112724562154579071?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112724562154579071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112724562154579071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-shameless-plugavon-calling.html' title='My shameless plug...AVON calling!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112714571985357856</id><published>2005-09-19T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:01:59.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet Munching Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/rustytastey1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/rustytastey1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/bestfriends.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t be a pervert! What did &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; think the title meant? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitten has this strange need to suck on things. Anything. Okay, get that mind out of the gutter and keep reading!  My husband bought a carpet for the bathroom floor not too long after the kitten arrived. The reason? The kitten had a problem finding the litter box for a very long time. I tried to hide the &quot;accidents&quot; for a while, but if you&#39;ve ever smelled kitten poop while the kitten is still on formula, then you know why hiding it wasn&#39;t easy. Anyhow, the carpet in the bathroom is so soft that the kitten decided that pooping on it was completely out of the question because he definately needed to snuggle with it. He suckles on it and kneads it as if he were actually getting milk out of it. It&#39;s kind of strange and, yet, cute at the same time. The vet says he&#39;ll probably do this forever and it is perfectly normal. My husband says it&#39;s perverted and loves to let people know that we have a carpet munching cat!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112714571985357856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112714571985357856?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112714571985357856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112714571985357856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/carpet-munching-cat.html' title='Carpet Munching Cat'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112628869276059148</id><published>2005-09-09T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:58:12.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POOP 101 (sorry girls, but it has to be said!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a title, huh? Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are going to be there for a while a courtesy flush would be lovely&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are at someone&#39;s house and they have spray, use it&lt;br /&gt;3. If everyone is hanging out downstairs and there is a potty upstairs, go upstairs&lt;br /&gt;4. If you use all the toilet paper either replace the roll or ask someone else to&lt;br /&gt;5. If you get it on the seat (and I&#39;m still not sure how you do) clean it off!&lt;br /&gt;6. FLUSH!&lt;br /&gt;7. Clogged the toilet? Try not to, but if you do, do something about it or get someone...IT HAPPENS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Wash your hands (that&#39;s in PEE 101 too!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Still see parts of it in the toilet? Flush again! No one wants to see that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sorry, but this was the only tactful way I knew to tell some of you how to use the potty properly. Some of this stuff should be common sense...ask any woman!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112628869276059148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112628869276059148?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112628869276059148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112628869276059148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/poop-101-sorry-girls-but-it-has-to-be.html' title='POOP 101 (sorry girls, but it has to be said!)'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112593728463734642</id><published>2005-09-05T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:21:24.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Someone commented about my long day and bugs post last week.  WHATEVER!  Is other people&#39;s tragedy supposed to absorb my life?  Am I supposed to stop being me because there are people suffering and dying and horrible things are happening?  I&#39;m a very positive and happy person by nature.  I cry every so often when I watch the effects of Katrina on the news.  Do you come to my blog to read about that?  If you do, then you&#39;ve come to the wrong place. Most people that email me about my blog say they like to read my blog because it makes them laugh...it takes them away from everyday crap.  I enjoy being happy and talking about me and my life and silly things.  That doesn&#39;t mean I don&#39;t pray for the people who have suffered and are suffering here and everywhere.  That also doesn&#39;t mean I don&#39;t cry or have a heart.  I do know that tragedy happens and life goes on.  It must.  If we sit and only think about the horrible things that are happening we will never be happy...what is there to live for if we are never happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m hungry...I think I&#39;ll go make some Ramen noodles!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112593728463734642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112593728463734642?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112593728463734642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112593728463734642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112550732811413469</id><published>2005-08-31T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:55:28.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest day EVER with bugs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/backwardsclock.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/backwardsclock.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is this the longest day ever or is someone playing a trick on me? I keep looking at the clock thinking it must be later than that. I&#39;ve even left the room to look at other clocks. Granted, they are a minute or two off, but it&#39;s pretty much the same time...EARLY! Will this day ever end? I&#39;m at lunch right now and I can&#39;t wait for it to be over...isn&#39;t that insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic...my boss just called. About two weeks ago her daughter had lice. Poor thing. It&#39;s very uncomfortable and it really sucks to get rid of and people want to stay away from you and scratch whenever they see you. They&#39;re just bugs, people. I bet your scratching just reading this. Anyhow, last Thursday we had a cookout here at work during lunch. The kids came and played together. The lice had been gone for a while...or so we thought. I just got a phone call. The lice is back and now my boss has it too. So now I have to check my daughter and my head. It wouldn&#39;t be that big of a deal except she started school yesterday so if she does have it I&#39;ll have to inform the school and they&#39;ll have to fumigate! Isn&#39;t it fun? Great, now I&#39;m scratching...mind over matter. That&#39;s a good topic for next time!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112550732811413469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112550732811413469?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112550732811413469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112550732811413469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/longest-day-ever-with-bugs.html' title='The longest day EVER with bugs...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112534704685962179</id><published>2005-08-29T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:24:06.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/normal31.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/normal31.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/normal73.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/normal73.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/normal04.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/normal04.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are stars thinking when they go out in public sometimes? I mean, if I had Louis Vitton handing me clothing I would be picky about which items of his I would put on my body. Why? Because I could afford to! I probably wouldn&#39;t dress to impress all the time. I love jeans...even Levis. I love sweats. I love hats. I love flip flops. BUT when it comes to going to an event where every eye and camera would be on me? I wouldn&#39;t have dressed like THIS!!! Jessica Simpson is my all time favorite actress/singer/star/designer/rich person...whatever you want to call her...I LOVE HER! BUT what the hell was she wearing last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it looks like her stylist, Ken Paves forgot to cut the front of her hair. The long in the front short in the back look is just not doing it for me! Isn&#39;t that how the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cosmosfactory.org/images/stills/10-23-03-magenta_foyer.jpg&quot;&gt;woman from Rocky Horror Picture Show &lt;/a&gt;has her hair?  Secondly, what is that outfit all about? It looks like her and Nick were in the bedroom and she said, &quot;Oh shit, baby, I&#39;m supposed to be at the MTV Video Music Awards. That&#39;s okay, I&#39;ll just wear this.&quot; and went to the show wearing her Fredrick&#39;s of Hollywood apparel half ripped off her body. Want to know what&#39;s sad but true? I think Ashley was dressed better! Her hair doesn&#39;t look much better, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sweetkisses.net&quot;&gt;sweetkisses&lt;/a&gt;. It&#39;s a great site! You should check it out if you like geogeous blondes that have style most of the time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112534704685962179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112534704685962179?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112534704685962179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112534704685962179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What are they thinking?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112498417197564665</id><published>2005-08-25T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:36:11.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...or these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/Lightnes1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/Lightnes1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/field22.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/field22.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/sophia1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/sophia1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know what pictures to use!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112498417197564665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112498417197564665?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112498417197564665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112498417197564665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/or-these.html' title='...or these?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112498351343655608</id><published>2005-08-25T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:25:13.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>County Fairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/bwfield.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/bwfield.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/sophiabw.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/320/sophiabw.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2219/164/1600/field2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren&#39;t county fairs fun? I always think of pigs and cows and beauty pageants and women with big hair and old men in suspenders. Well, our local county fair is coming up and I wanted to be part of the fun this year, so Connor and Caitlyn and I are entering &quot;stuff&quot; into the exhibits. The prizes are very small. The kids can win ribbons and the adults can win up to $5!!! Which is pretty funny since it costs $10 to get into the fair! So, Connor and I are entering photos. Connor is also going to bake brownies...from a box, of course, and Caitlyn is going to color a picture that they have provided for her and she&#39;s going to decorate a T-shirt. The picture has, what else, pigs and cows and a barn on it! Doesn&#39;t it sound like fun? Well, Connor doesn&#39;t know it yet, but he&#39;s going to the zoo tomorrow and he&#39;s going to take my digital camera with him so he can get some great animal shots! The pictures I have posted today are some that I might be entering. There&#39;s a category for digitally enhanced and one for non-enhanced...um, think they can really tell if I lightened it a bit? How about if I changed it from color to black and white? Enhanced means, like, turned psychedelic colors and stuff...right?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112498351343655608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112498351343655608?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112498351343655608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112498351343655608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/county-fairs.html' title='County Fairs'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968663.post-112428569424355703</id><published>2005-08-17T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:34:54.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The LOVE Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between (me) and (my hubby) has a very good chance of being successful, but this doesn&#39;t mean that you don&#39;t have to work on the relationship. Remember that every relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lovecalculator.com&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s the link for you and yours!   &lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112428569424355703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/9968663/112428569424355703?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112428569424355703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968663/posts/default/112428569424355703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-doctor.html' title='The LOVE Doctor'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531707380650971438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILbi0haa7fZp2t8odbKc5Puupn7Bav_0qswA31BQG0LjwY_SoiZfGMXI-51VJmjqQrkDA6xbrcsLzLBEieQkNXPXvg8PvLHStK_1MhV-MDoLW4XjBJGkMVbxwUkCxOOY/s220/lady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>