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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBSXs5fip7ImA9WhRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009563355852368535</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:04:18.526-05:00</updated><category term="Holidays" /><category term="Celebrations" /><category term="Wedding Wednesdays" /><category term="Remembrance" /><category term="Soap Box" /><category term="The Fam" /><category term="Memory Lane" /><category term="Football Fandom" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Celebrity Sightings" /><category term="Bride To Be" /><category term="The Sailor" /><category term="Award Shows" /><category term="Boomer Sooner" /><category term="10 Years" /><category term="In Memory Of" /><category term="Shows" /><category term="Travel Tips" /><category term="Good Times" /><category term="Mommy" /><category term="SCD" /><category term="Birthday Month" /><category term="Stage Mothers" /><category term="On The Road" /><category term="Shopaholic" /><category term="Key Lime" /><category term="Subway Series" /><category term="OOOOklahoma" /><category term="Miss Manners" /><category term="Randomness" /><category term="Trivia" /><category term="Stud Muffin" /><category term="Faves" /><category term="BOOBS" /><category term="Home" /><category term="Recipes" /><category term="NYC Life" /><category term="Education" /><category term="Dance Dance" /><category term="Live To Dance" /><category term="Lists" /><title>DANCING THROUGH LIFE</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009563355852368535/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16029836061682589272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TIWO2CKtQNI/AAAAAAAAArA/uQKlW7bhE14/S220/DSC02363.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/DgUHe" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/dguhe" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGQnk8fCp7ImA9WhdXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009563355852368535.post-2982668951377570488</id><published>2011-08-26T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:00:23.774-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T12:00:23.774-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Football Fandom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boomer Sooner" /><title>ONE WEEK!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In just one more week, my very favorite time of year will officially KICK OFF!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUMuzEYSNfM/TlexE_Xi1AI/AAAAAAAABHI/thnzO6fyvV0/s1600/ou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUMuzEYSNfM/TlexE_Xi1AI/AAAAAAAABHI/thnzO6fyvV0/s400/ou.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right friends, COLLEGE FOOTBALL is on the way!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is just a glimpse of what needs to happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT_gUhDqw4M/TlexE6SOBpI/AAAAAAAABHE/v-8VRwYiS5o/s1600/oklahoma-qb-landry-jones-week-2-2010.jpg_standalone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT_gUhDqw4M/TlexE6SOBpI/AAAAAAAABHE/v-8VRwYiS5o/s400/oklahoma-qb-landry-jones-week-2-2010.jpg_standalone.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Better be completing several passes and TD throws to this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IE-rF2v_ohQ/TlexFTiU62I/AAAAAAAABHQ/LSycNboa3ac/s1600/Ryan%252BBroyles%252BBrodrick%252BBrown%252BOklahoma%252Bv%252BOklahoma%252BLyrZajt6c8yl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IE-rF2v_ohQ/TlexFTiU62I/AAAAAAAABHQ/LSycNboa3ac/s400/Ryan%252BBroyles%252BBrodrick%252BBrown%252BOklahoma%252Bv%252BOklahoma%252BLyrZajt6c8yl.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irClPa79MJQ/TlexEfl_LnI/AAAAAAAABHA/Vd4JhCqJXa0/s1600/bob-stoops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irClPa79MJQ/TlexEfl_LnI/AAAAAAAABHA/Vd4JhCqJXa0/s400/bob-stoops.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Better make some huge moves that give us the plays to win on the road in Week 3!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Sooners are pre-season ranked #1. I hate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It means diddly squat to be ranked #1 in the pre-season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that does is put a big fat target on your back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the BCS era, no team has gone undefeated when ranked number 1 in the pre-season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to a season of worry and hoping my Sooners pull it off!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BOOMER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoXYNh3Z_qU/TlexFLm4FvI/AAAAAAAABHM/hNMdZUQrplA/s1600/OU-Header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoXYNh3Z_qU/TlexFLm4FvI/AAAAAAAABHM/hNMdZUQrplA/s400/OU-Header.jpg" width="400" /&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/4009563355852368535-2982668951377570488?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just after &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;Stud Muffin&lt;/a&gt; and I got engaged, the &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;Crazy Lady&lt;/a&gt; had phone calls like mad from her amazing friends that wanted to do something for us. Seeing as though we lived far away from Oklahoma and my schedule is always crazy, we said why not throw a party in the Keys! This turned out to be one of my favorite things we did! Instead of a rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding we got to do the formal stuff Thursday night and then see all of our friends in a casual setting on Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun event. I had been turned on to &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodhousewife.com/2010/08/celebration-and-a-smartphone-plus-wedding-details.html"&gt;this pin idea&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodhousewife.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt; and sent the link over to the hostesses one day. I was so happy when they adopted the idea!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And &lt;a href="http://thehofmannfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;my dear sweet pregnant friend&lt;/a&gt; that couldn't attend the wedding made all the buttons!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KN_kFla0Oa8/ThRjDIucZuI/AAAAAAAABF0/yFP1g1NKth0/s1600/259832_10150238940017969_634122968_7157584_6478270_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KN_kFla0Oa8/ThRjDIucZuI/AAAAAAAABF0/yFP1g1NKth0/s400/259832_10150238940017969_634122968_7157584_6478270_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Basket to choose from as you arrived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0wad4lgYBo/ThRjD-Ss_II/AAAAAAAABF4/LAqJYYP_DhE/s1600/263901_10150238940152969_634122968_7157585_6091200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0wad4lgYBo/ThRjD-Ss_II/AAAAAAAABF4/LAqJYYP_DhE/s400/263901_10150238940152969_634122968_7157585_6091200_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The groom wearing his pin. He eventually added a Yankee pin as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wore "I am the Bride" and "Boomer Sooner Baby".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With friends coming from all over, it was a fun way to see people&amp;nbsp;interact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHjCSD_kh80/ThRi9nQnlmI/AAAAAAAABFs/59HeIFcpHP4/s1600/252853_10150238940542969_634122968_7157591_4320066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHjCSD_kh80/ThRi9nQnlmI/AAAAAAAABFs/59HeIFcpHP4/s400/252853_10150238940542969_634122968_7157591_4320066_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The party was at &lt;a href="http://www.hungrytarpon.com/"&gt;a fishing marina.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;The groom&lt;/a&gt; got a kick out of the pelicans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WajLT6juggQ/ThRjd9VGHVI/AAAAAAAABGA/M_KSo8Nupks/s1600/R1-02157-0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WajLT6juggQ/ThRjd9VGHVI/AAAAAAAABGA/M_KSo8Nupks/s400/R1-02157-0002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDWVxy30zXo/ThRjsauaZjI/AAAAAAAABGU/mZHCfQ4T6SA/s1600/DSC03339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDWVxy30zXo/ThRjsauaZjI/AAAAAAAABGU/mZHCfQ4T6SA/s400/DSC03339.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not that you can tell from my disposable cameras... but the M&amp;amp;Ms had our faces on them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w046zgl_gzY/ThRjelgkuBI/AAAAAAAABGE/iCjg89wY6K8/s1600/R1-02157-0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w046zgl_gzY/ThRjelgkuBI/AAAAAAAABGE/iCjg89wY6K8/s400/R1-02157-0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.hungrytarpon.com/"&gt;food from Chef &lt;/a&gt;was amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW3Bu-WypUk/ThRjhSxb1MI/AAAAAAAABGM/fL9iXAbvEU0/s1600/R1-02159-0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW3Bu-WypUk/ThRjhSxb1MI/AAAAAAAABGM/fL9iXAbvEU0/s400/R1-02159-0012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, we were all having a grand ol time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kiddos were invited to this one and had a ball!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A giant thank you to all of the hosts and hostesses from the Welcome Party! We had a ball!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-1600031830520133210?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the deal folks. It was bound to happen. I watched &lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/toddlers-tiaras"&gt;Toddlers and Tiaras&lt;/a&gt; while cringing at every mother and her crazy ways. I judged them all. And now, the world I know and love is about to be plastered across the small screen for others to judge. I have seen the previews for this show and it does not look nice. Not the kind of publicity one wants for a business... so perhaps &lt;a href="http://www.abbyleedancecompany.com/rdp/faculty.htm"&gt;this teacher&lt;/a&gt; in&amp;nbsp;Pennsylvania&amp;nbsp;has lost her mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong... these little darlings can dance.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I cannot pass too much judgment on anything else at this point because I have just seen previews.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judge for yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/R_CI7_N6MWM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_CI7_N6MWM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_CI7_N6MWM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stay tuned for my many opinions on this upcoming train wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-6863426700061610833?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every August, I go back to Oklahoma and do choreography for the dance company. (The competition team.) I almost always know half way through the year before what I want to do the next year... not this year!! I have several ideas, but I hate it when I do something that has already been done. So... I am watching some old videos for fun and inspiration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you all enjoy my little church going teen&lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/search/label/SCD"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dancers&lt;/a&gt; as much as I do!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rYvD9Jvzck/TgsywE8ouxI/AAAAAAAABDs/e23L4wFf6gE/s1600/261376_10150238939677969_634122968_7157578_7589655_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rYvD9Jvzck/TgsywE8ouxI/AAAAAAAABDs/e23L4wFf6gE/s400/261376_10150238939677969_634122968_7157578_7589655_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Groom, Bride and Flower Girl checking out a gift from Mother of the Groom...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike most weddings, we decided to have our rehearsal dinner on Thursday night. It was a small affair with family only. It was a perfect start to the weekend festivities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TwzKG2uV-s/Tgsy_64-kqI/AAAAAAAABD0/hFUhdzU8jeA/s1600/R1-02159-0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TwzKG2uV-s/Tgsy_64-kqI/AAAAAAAABD0/hFUhdzU8jeA/s400/R1-02159-0004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the Brown family after dinner meeting The Crazy Lady!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did all of the speeches at rehearsal dinner so that we really got to hear them. Corey, brother of the groom and best man, had an amazing speech! He did have to mention that Oklahoma lost to TCU but the moral of the story was fabulous! Daddy-O and The Sailor both gave speeches with tears in their eyes and it made me love them both even more!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rehearsal dinner was fantastic for so many reasons. It was the most intimate event we had all weekend and it was nice to really have the time to sit and talk with the people in attendance. Not too mention have a photo shoot with them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-jY6-l0VLI/TgsyvpO7c_I/AAAAAAAABDo/aw56uIa8JDU/s1600/253432_10150238939342969_634122968_7157575_7306316_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-jY6-l0VLI/TgsyvpO7c_I/AAAAAAAABDo/aw56uIa8JDU/s400/253432_10150238939342969_634122968_7157575_7306316_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite things about my Mother In Law is that she meshes so well with my family!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Hall and Aunt Susan with all the kiddos!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cN2--xNERQc/TgszATKWJiI/AAAAAAAABD4/JJaxn8V7hWg/s1600/R1-02159-0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cN2--xNERQc/TgszATKWJiI/AAAAAAAABD4/JJaxn8V7hWg/s400/R1-02159-0005.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms. Brooklyn!! Or should I say Dr. Sadler!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn8sWLRhxSw/Tgs4BRb6htI/AAAAAAAABD8/C9Lw-l-qTDU/s1600/DSC03334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn8sWLRhxSw/Tgs4BRb6htI/AAAAAAAABD8/C9Lw-l-qTDU/s400/DSC03334.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Vicki, Stud Muffin, Crazy Lady, Daddy-O, The Sailor, Me, Gege and Aunt Cindy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stayed tuned for Welcome Party stories next week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-5060522827547903799?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23GT16_49OI/ThMYdgPvRYI/AAAAAAAABFk/kLZ-k1etZ5w/s1600/Backstage_1992-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23GT16_49OI/ThMYdgPvRYI/AAAAAAAABFk/kLZ-k1etZ5w/s400/Backstage_1992-1.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessie Lee with her mom, backstage at dance recital circa 1992.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Old hag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msfNWdCzgPw/ThMYr1D2RaI/AAAAAAAABFo/9LfAOfauiW8/s1600/DSC03257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msfNWdCzgPw/ThMYr1D2RaI/AAAAAAAABFo/9LfAOfauiW8/s400/DSC03257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie, Myself and Jessie Lee at my engagement party in April!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Jessie!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-2757548736502918312?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it is because we are always out of town and laying by a pool somewhere but the deals in NYC during this holiday are amazing!! AMAZING!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Saks Fifth Avenue yesterday and came home with a bag full of clothes that barely cost me $100!! Seriously people! Forget the fireworks! SHOPPING is now my new Independence Day gig! I have half my Christmas Shopping finished!! Super excited by this new discovery and had to share!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had an amazing holiday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only 59 more days until the first Sooner Football Game!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-924335642685325526?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Im2jlaJLos/Tgu8JMFn16I/AAAAAAAABE4/GNjSZVYMzWo/s1600/261748_10150238942567969_634122968_7157613_3162963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Im2jlaJLos/Tgu8JMFn16I/AAAAAAAABE4/GNjSZVYMzWo/s400/261748_10150238942567969_634122968_7157613_3162963_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba looking amazing at my wedding with the flower girl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First let me say this, he has no intention of asking out any girl I send his way! However, if she is going to be my future sister in-law there are requirements. I mean, I picked a good one to be his brother in-law! They are practically BFF!! I want the same! So really, this is one of those, &lt;i&gt;I am giving you this gift because I want it &lt;/i&gt;moments!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Ladies here are the requirements.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You must love to eat! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The boy is a chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..picky eaters need not apply! Plus, the Crazy Lady will make you eat every time you come to visit so get ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You must love wine. (NOT love to whine.) The Chef in him lives to pair food and beverage!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are going to need to be able to clean the kitchen... I mean, he is going to cook all the meals... you gotta clean. Plus, they didn't teach him that at culinary school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves clothes so be prepared to have a partner in shopping... score, right!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here is the most important requirement... you must be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt; fan. He has a habit of bringing home Oklahoma State and Texas fans and this simply will not do. &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;cannot be friends with these girls. &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;refuse to allow &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; future&amp;nbsp;nieces&amp;nbsp;and nephews to wear any shade of orange. OH... the thought makes me ill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... if you fit the bill please read on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my brother... And he is AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cob8J7XVBFg/TgyJVU2Tl2I/AAAAAAAABFA/dKIgcQWoMN4/s1600/027_24A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cob8J7XVBFg/TgyJVU2Tl2I/AAAAAAAABFA/dKIgcQWoMN4/s400/027_24A.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recital 2002.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He knows his way around a dance studio!! Always a plus... and he can swing dance ladies!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAwwAoUtJcE/TgyJU2cjDMI/AAAAAAAABE8/WFnvKc4-7WA/s1600/014_11A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAwwAoUtJcE/TgyJU2cjDMI/AAAAAAAABE8/WFnvKc4-7WA/s400/014_11A.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recital 2002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He may live in Texas (gag me) at the moment but he wants to move back to the ocean...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwAC6DHe8CU/TgyJdTbSfkI/AAAAAAAABFI/I5VamOAVnj4/s1600/021_06A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwAC6DHe8CU/TgyJdTbSfkI/AAAAAAAABFI/I5VamOAVnj4/s400/021_06A.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Key Largo, FL &amp;nbsp;Jan. 2005&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves his Sooners but dislikes all Dallas teams... so Maves/Cowboys fans need not apply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBQ1feJVh_w/TgyJXut0GlI/AAAAAAAABFE/Lkqv_EMTdUo/s1600/029_26A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBQ1feJVh_w/TgyJXut0GlI/AAAAAAAABFE/Lkqv_EMTdUo/s400/029_26A.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First OU Football Game of the 2004 Season.&lt;br /&gt;
Who let me dye my hair that color? YUCK!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While he didn't&amp;nbsp;enlist&amp;nbsp;in the Navy until 2007, he has been talking about it since High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRFtkEMecU8/TgyJsZY3NaI/AAAAAAAABFM/SM6Lrnm0Eyc/s1600/DSC01844+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JRFtkEMecU8/TgyJsZY3NaI/AAAAAAAABFM/SM6Lrnm0Eyc/s400/DSC01844+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home from Deployment #2. December 15, 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He works hard and plays harder! Mai Tai anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8jGFBoqQos/TgyJtO7cd_I/AAAAAAAABFQ/uCiUgWtaW8A/s1600/DSC01896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8jGFBoqQos/TgyJtO7cd_I/AAAAAAAABFQ/uCiUgWtaW8A/s400/DSC01896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hawaii December 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In high school he would drive to his Gege's house just to check on her and possibly cook for her... You know your heart is&amp;nbsp;melting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQVr52UPFg/TgyJ257uO1I/AAAAAAAABFU/TExIGW7OkFA/s1600/DSC03105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQVr52UPFg/TgyJ257uO1I/AAAAAAAABFU/TExIGW7OkFA/s400/DSC03105.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve with Gege 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His ship looked like this at one point on his last deployment!! Be happy he has shore duty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNBvHtW1KfI/TgyJ-el8GZI/AAAAAAAABFc/8Wo05MPw6i0/s1600/CROMMELIN+UNDERWAY+_20091104_022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNBvHtW1KfI/TgyJ-el8GZI/AAAAAAAABFc/8Wo05MPw6i0/s400/CROMMELIN+UNDERWAY+_20091104_022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Ship in Deployment 2009. He says there was a lot of motion sickness this day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He always looks so precious when he wakes for Christmas Morning!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYCbXO2IsTA/TgyJ3ausrZI/AAAAAAAABFY/vniq-ZDPfL4/s1600/DSC03124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYCbXO2IsTA/TgyJ3ausrZI/AAAAAAAABFY/vniq-ZDPfL4/s400/DSC03124.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning 2010. He's so cute... hehe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So ladies.... don't forget to call Coco Kitten and wish him a very happy birthday!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Bubba Chubba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-6697150525286746303?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am still glowing in the aftermath of our big day, so I figure I will just barely touch on some things today so I do not ramble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me first say that I had a BLAST at my wedding! A BLAST I SAY! Best day ever! I had one major rule for myself throughout the weekend festivities and that was to enjoy every minute of things! I think I did a pretty good job!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure where to begin! We had a weekend full of events.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday- Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday- Welcome Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday- Wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I did make sure to allow my friends free time during the day. I figure no one wants to travel to the Florida Keys and not get to see them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really cannot make a complete&amp;nbsp;sentence&amp;nbsp;at the moment, so I figure I will have to compose my thoughts for next weeks post!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Hump Day friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-7848778927535648035?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Starting tomorrow I will be back for &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/search/label/Wedding%20Wednesdays"&gt;Wedding Wednesdays&lt;/a&gt; and all the fun!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beware... picture heavy post!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxPH5UU2Rg4/Ta8OAFvoDTI/AAAAAAAABA4/_oOAbtNtyMQ/s1600/DSC03245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxPH5UU2Rg4/Ta8OAFvoDTI/AAAAAAAABA4/_oOAbtNtyMQ/s400/DSC03245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy-O and I before the Engagement Party. April 2, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, way back the first week of April, my mothers friends were super thoughtful and threw Stud Muffin and I an engagement party in Oklahoma. &amp;nbsp;Stud Muffin's Mom came to OK for the occasion as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FenLz92H_v8/Ta8OwSIDyPI/AAAAAAAABA8/98AISUf_SWM/s1600/DSC03243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FenLz92H_v8/Ta8OwSIDyPI/AAAAAAAABA8/98AISUf_SWM/s400/DSC03243.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Future In-Laws dressed in their Black and White.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak1scXXqhf4/Ta8OxAxs3iI/AAAAAAAABBA/ay5133hcSIY/s1600/DSC03244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak1scXXqhf4/Ta8OxAxs3iI/AAAAAAAABBA/ay5133hcSIY/s400/DSC03244.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bride and her Men...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReMAtNZ_vEI/Ta8Ox5KmxQI/AAAAAAAABBI/JopQWnlLKOA/s1600/DSC03246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReMAtNZ_vEI/Ta8Ox5KmxQI/AAAAAAAABBI/JopQWnlLKOA/s400/DSC03246.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My amazing family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The party was at the Chickasaw Lake Club and so much fun... Black and White Themed and very hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kX4i1QpJ_rs/Ta8OypuJXPI/AAAAAAAABBM/zMt7FrVaEUc/s1600/DSC03247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kX4i1QpJ_rs/Ta8OypuJXPI/AAAAAAAABBM/zMt7FrVaEUc/s400/DSC03247.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black &amp;amp; White Desserts!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-hl8UuQrxo/Ta8Oz7tmohI/AAAAAAAABBU/FzGgbr3wun0/s1600/DSC03249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8-hl8UuQrxo/Ta8Oz7tmohI/AAAAAAAABBU/FzGgbr3wun0/s400/DSC03249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmmmmmmm......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjylZtrIs4s/Ta8O0FnFGmI/AAAAAAAABBY/5IJ1ySn_rOg/s1600/DSC03250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjylZtrIs4s/Ta8O0FnFGmI/AAAAAAAABBY/5IJ1ySn_rOg/s400/DSC03250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All black and white furniture brought in...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_OCinkxxWo/Ta8O0mm80BI/AAAAAAAABBc/32qVajnD5mM/s1600/DSC03251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_OCinkxxWo/Ta8O0mm80BI/AAAAAAAABBc/32qVajnD5mM/s400/DSC03251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup... Mom and Dads dog on the mantle... that girl always steals my thunder ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cdT-gfLn4U/Ta8O1LSH--I/AAAAAAAABBg/PsH0IRpjqr0/s1600/DSC03252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cdT-gfLn4U/Ta8O1LSH--I/AAAAAAAABBg/PsH0IRpjqr0/s400/DSC03252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camera shaky, but love the furniture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEw6aGYFkQE/Ta8O11LDkRI/AAAAAAAABBo/BCRhpRXrgI4/s1600/DSC03254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEw6aGYFkQE/Ta8O11LDkRI/AAAAAAAABBo/BCRhpRXrgI4/s400/DSC03254.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even get to hit this table!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkVYwTf8lkM/Ta8O2biWtyI/AAAAAAAABBs/WSMUqF9Wyao/s1600/DSC03255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkVYwTf8lkM/Ta8O2biWtyI/AAAAAAAABBs/WSMUqF9Wyao/s400/DSC03255.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice all the B's on the pillows!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvOYgYDU5Os/Ta8O2zOCPZI/AAAAAAAABBw/GEMRAQuOWGc/s1600/DSC03256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvOYgYDU5Os/Ta8O2zOCPZI/AAAAAAAABBw/GEMRAQuOWGc/s400/DSC03256.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My oldest and dearest friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGywSUj4cYY/Ta8O5SS4EeI/AAAAAAAABCA/ifqF5QFmXjI/s1600/DSC03260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGywSUj4cYY/Ta8O5SS4EeI/AAAAAAAABCA/ifqF5QFmXjI/s400/DSC03260.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sadler side of the Fam...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76cocu6kKRg/Ta8O6YPfZkI/AAAAAAAABCI/zsYdYWBEvdY/s1600/DSC03262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76cocu6kKRg/Ta8O6YPfZkI/AAAAAAAABCI/zsYdYWBEvdY/s400/DSC03262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted napkins with my name on them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGfUiY3JmbE/Ta8O7_z_9DI/AAAAAAAABCU/7dzvL_mB4dE/s1600/DSC03265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGfUiY3JmbE/Ta8O7_z_9DI/AAAAAAAABCU/7dzvL_mB4dE/s400/DSC03265.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crites Clan minus a few that we didn't catch...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you so very much ladies!! (and gents!) We feel so very blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you may remember that I was &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2010/11/photography-video-decisions.html"&gt;desperately seeking a photographer&lt;/a&gt;. With just 4 months til the wedding! Well, have no fear! I have FINALLY found one and she is AMAZING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing... &lt;a href="https://www.ktmerry.com/"&gt;KT Merry!&lt;/a&gt; Just stare at &lt;a href="http://ktmerry.com/blog/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and think about all the fabulous pics I am gonna get! I am so so so excited!! She seems fabulous!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, if I can just make myself look purty on the big day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-9023623043141064324?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know, &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;Stud Muffin&lt;/a&gt; is a graphic designer. So... He chose to design our invites himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a PROCESS people! I highly suggest... BUYING your invites. We almost got a divorce (before we were married!) in the paper store. However, I love the final product and we saved a TON of money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aD-bqe3e04/Ta8JKIbzJTI/AAAAAAAABA0/CC2HDvOI32o/s1600/DSC03239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aD-bqe3e04/Ta8JKIbzJTI/AAAAAAAABA0/CC2HDvOI32o/s400/DSC03239.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that I loved about this process!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The invites were a one of a kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saved a good chunk of cash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With so much of our wedding in the hands of a planner in FL, this was a way to feel more involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While at the time it seemed tedious, the "arts &amp;amp; crafts" were fun together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I hated about this process!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;Stud Muffi&lt;/a&gt;n's 400 trips to the paper store and constantly changing mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My wedding colors had to change based on Stud Muffin's design&amp;nbsp;preference. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew it would take a week (seriously!) to cut and paste and stamp everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, I think our invites turned out quite nicely. I loved being involved even if it did feel like it took forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hassle was worth it but I wouldn't do it again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-7549561205807392397?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way back sometime in March, my God-Mother and what I call my God-Sister, aka a long time BFF, came to NYC for my first dress fitting! It was a blast! Here are some of the highlights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1- If you know my story about &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-chopped-my-melons.html"&gt;my big melons&lt;/a&gt;, then the fact that I was told to purchase a push-up bra for the dress is hysterical!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2- I am wearing my mothers veil at my wedding. We had no idea if it would work with the dress. Not only does it work... it has the same lace pattern!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3- I'm not shy, we took TONS of pictures. Here is the only one you get to see til after the big day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-wdU-2sqWg/TapAeJfJc6I/AAAAAAAABAw/JAsPx9MS40U/s1600/DSC03227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-wdU-2sqWg/TapAeJfJc6I/AAAAAAAABAw/JAsPx9MS40U/s400/DSC03227.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catch you next Wednesday friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-2706714676872016059?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a little gift from the "father of the bride"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned! I will actually resume &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/search/label/Wedding%20Wednesdays"&gt;Wedding Wednesday&lt;/a&gt; this week!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUxIlALJQeI/AAAAAAAAA_0/s_6N1RAXnK0/s1600/035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUxIlALJQeI/AAAAAAAAA_0/s_6N1RAXnK0/s400/035.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 1st NYC Performance.&lt;br /&gt;
"Kiss Kiss" Elan Awards 2001 honoring Ann Reinking.&lt;br /&gt;
Choreography: &amp;nbsp;Rhonda Miller&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just begin my journey in NYC by saying... HOLY SHNIKES! I was clueless! CLUELESS people. But lucky for my clueless little butt, I had friends that wanted to take care of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;When I got to NYC, I already had an in to get a waitressing job from an old drill team student of my mothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(A story all its own for a later date.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt; So, after my first weekend in the city, I called up Dana and she told me to come down and start training. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Now, that is lucky my friends! Looking for a waitressing gig in this town BLOWS!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Getting to the restaurant would be my first venture on the NYC Subway system without my friend Jordan. So, I looked at the map for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt; the night before. I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to take the 1 to the 7 to the 6 train. I left my apartment 90 minutes before I needed to be there. (Tardiness is one of my biggest pet peeves... It's rude!) That long 2 transfer trip took me about 45 minutes. Oops. Well, better to be early. I trained that day, set up my schedule for the next few training shifts and headed home. Back through the 6 to the 7 to the 1 train. It took about an hour this time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;I did this long&amp;nbsp;trek day after day. Eventually taking my server test (I think I failed and Dana didn't say anything about it... Cause I know I didn't study!) and beginning to wait tables. I had been in NYC almost 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;On Feb. 13th, I came home from my very first shift making money to hear Jordan tell me that she had been cast as the lead in the National Tour of Footloose and was leaving in 2 days! 2 DAYS!! How was I supposed to navigate NYC without her? Why was she leaving me? And... I was supposed to find us an apartment alone? Alone!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;This poor girl had no allegiance to me! Why did I feel so shocked that she got a job? That is why we both moved to the city!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I called my mom the next morning crying and crying. At the time, I don't think I was aware the reason I was so upset was because I was scared for her to leave. I didn't want to go take dance class alone. I didn't want to sit in that apartment alone. I didn't really know anyone else. I didn't want to be alone! I was happy she got a job, I just didn't know what I was doing. I really&amp;nbsp;contemplated&amp;nbsp;getting on a plane and going back to Oklahoma that minute. But I am full of way too much pride and it would have killed me to have people think I gave up that soon. So... I stuck it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The next few months of my life were crazy difficult then and insanely comical now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I had to leave the sublet in Harlem at the end of February but had no where to go. My mother had a &lt;a href="http://www.suescottgallery.com/"&gt;sorority sister&lt;/a&gt; that had an empty bedroom in&amp;nbsp;Alphabet&amp;nbsp;City so I crashed there for the month of March. I moved all my things there by a very kind stranger with a truck. Yup! That's right. A stranger with a truck people! I met him while I was waiting tables. He was an actor. Still cannot remember that nice mans name!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I then had to move out of that place in April because the&amp;nbsp;tenant&amp;nbsp;was returning. Lucky for me, Dana had an extra room! I cannot for the life of me remember how I moved my things over there and up those 6 flights of stairs. (I had Jordan's things as well you see.) That apartment was fabulous for me! I finally felt like I had a place to rest that was mine. Sort of, anyway. And that really helped the&amp;nbsp;Psyche. But unfortunately, I was still extremely homesick. I just didn't realize how hard it would be to make it in this business.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Dukes Summer 2001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That summer was great! Annie came to live with us while doing an internship. Jordan was back and I finally had people to hang out with! The 4 of us, Dana, Jordan, Annie and I, all lived in the worlds smallest apartment with the 2 biggest couches on the planet. Cramped or not, it was fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then in August I finally went home for more than a weekend. Taught dance for 2 weeks and really got my fix. I did NOT want to go back to NYC. I just didn't. But I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/search/label/Remembrance"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After 9/11, I had an entirely new outlook on my time in NYC. I had a new outlook on life. I stopped my moping around and got down to business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I chose not to write about 9/11 in this post as I have already written that post. Please feel free to read &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/search/label/Remembrance"&gt;that story&lt;/a&gt; again and understand what I mean by my outlook changing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-7562530273806859925?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night out in Norman with my girls before I moved!&lt;br /&gt;
January 2001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I had a plan to move to NYC, it wasn't until just before the end of fall semester in 2000 that I actually started to act on the plan. I had NO IDEA where I would live or what I was going to do when I got there. Until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend, Annie, called and said that her Lil Sis at OCU was planning on moving as well and needed a roommate. I only knew this girl from dance competitions in high school. She and I spoke on the phone a few times and started to get the ball rolling. She found a sublet on craigslist for a month and we decided to jump on it. Figuring that we could spend that month getting settled and finding a place of our own while actually in the city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am hazy on how things took place before we were all ready to head out. We booked one way tickets to NYC for Firday Feb. 2nd, 2001. My grandparents had a wonderful going away party for us the night before and it was such an exciting time. The next morning we got to the airport crazy early. (I don't know what time it was but I feel like it was at 7am or something crazy.) This was before 9/11 so our entire crew went to the gate with us. We are talking the whole fam-damn-ily! Not too mention... we had friends from college surprise us at the airport! LOVE! I don't ever remember being more scared in my entire life. It was a good scared but I am pretty sure had someone jumped out from behind a corner I would have peed my pants. I cried with family and friends with both sadness and joy. The mix of emotions were pretty crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I boarded our flight and off we went. We were both a bit teary and while we barely knew one another, it was so comforting to be taking this leap with friend. I think we said more to each other in the silence of that flight taking off then we ever really knew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I on our layover in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;
Feb. 2, 2001&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived in NYC. Snow covered the ground and we had TONS of luggage to haul. We hopped in a cab and headed off to our new little Harlem apartment to begin life in the big city!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank GOD for Jordan Ballard that day! I do not think I would have lasted more than 5 minutes without her. I just followed her like a little puppy. We went to the grocery store and stalked up on food. We walked our little neighborhood and even went out with some of Jordan's friends from college. Looking back on this day brings me such a mix of emotion. What kind of crazy idiot hops a plane with a girl she just met, to live in a city she doesn't know, with a one month sublet and did I mention a total of only $500 to her name???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me! I do. I am that girl. Sometimes it shocks the hell out of me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 30 year old me would NEVER to that!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing we have no fear as youngsters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-5909757518996897494?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I packed up my little blue Altima in August 1999 with nothing but excitement in the air. I could not wait to go be a real live Oklahoma Sooner, go through&amp;nbsp;sorority&amp;nbsp;rush and began dancing in college!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really was overly excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was unprepared for the emotional roller coaster that sorority rush would take me on. In short: &amp;nbsp;I had a fabulous rush, I pledged a great sorority (just not the same one as my family members) and made amazing friends. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I promise to write more on rush and such some other day because it is a story for sure!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Here is a funny fact: &amp;nbsp;I never thought that I was one of the "popular" girls in high school. And well, that is because I wasn't. But something about this new sorority made me feel like I might actually be hanging out with the coolest girls at OU. (Because that is such a mature thought... oh Lord save the 18 year old me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once classes began I was in for another rude awakening. Sororities and the Dance Department DO NOT MIX. I had on my Bid Day shirt in the locker room while changing for class one day and a really sweet girl came up to me and explained to me that I shouldn't wear my letters to the dance building. Boo! Then while my entire pledge class went on their walk out to get to know each other and bond... I had to stay in the dorms alone, and go to rehearsal each day. Double Boo! And from that moment on I always felt just a tad bit disconnected to my pledge sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately,&amp;nbsp;I also felt disconnected from the people in the dance department. The reason those two worlds don't mix is because no one has time to harbor both sets of friendships properly. While dancing I was always missing out on some sorority social event and while at a sorority social event I was always missing out on bonding with my fellow dancers. By trying to belong in both worlds, I didn't really belong to either. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dance in college needs its own week as well! I promise to share much more later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was excelling in dance despite my&amp;nbsp;loneliness. I was the only freshman in the modern dance company and I even got a duet my first semester. (I would post a picture but I was so fat that the computer would burst!) The head of the Modern Dance Department was insane (seriously) and sort of made life a living hell. I was beginning to hate dancing and that had never happened for me. So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I quit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bestie, Bridger, and I at a KKG Date Party. &amp;nbsp;Sometime 2000.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I left the dance department and thought I would major in something practical. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had lots of college girl fun while taking my break. Auditioned for the OU Pom Squad... didn't make it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! And made up my mind that day that I was moving to LA or NYC as soon as possible. When I say "that day" I mean this; My parents and I decided that if I did not make the OU Pom Squad that I would quietly begin to prepare for the big move. I didn't even tell my very best friend who was about to go through rush. But my mind was made up in April of 2000 when that lovely woman didn't give me any "sponsor points." ;) I would like to thank her for that someday. Wink Wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That summer I traveled to LA with my mothers studio kids and danced. Someone got sick that was assisting at the convention and the next thing you know my mother has offered me up as an assistant. I was super excited and terrified at the same time. I had a BLAST! 19 years old and dancing with all the people I had admired for so long. One of the best summers ever! And when all was said and done, I had created a friendship that would last a lifetime and take me to NYC!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went back to Norman for "work week" and rush late July 2000. I knew I was moving to NYC after that semester but told no one. Rush was extremely hard on me from the other side. My very best of friends were going through and while I really wanted them to pledge my house... I also knew I would be leaving and felt&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;guilty&amp;nbsp;that I had not shared that with them. Out of all my little beauties that went through rush only one came to the Kappa house. And while I was sad, I was a tad bit relieved. I could now leave for the big city without the guilt of leaving someone behind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Pledge Class on Big/Lil Night. Sept. 2000&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a BLAST living in the Kappa house that semester. I really loved it. And say what you will... nothing was better than that sleeping porch! I loved my Lil Sises and actually had time to create real friendships with the girls in my pledge class. But... not dancing was killing me and as fun as all this socializing was, it just wasn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With My Lils, Kristen &amp;amp; Michelle. Sept. 2000&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I packed up with bitter sweet feelings at the end of that semester. I was sad to leave my friends but super excited about all the exciting things that life was about to throw my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-6841291618959145511?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrGws2hj8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_I_6iCVsoUI/s1600/LA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrGws2hj8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_I_6iCVsoUI/s400/LA.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Clifton Dance Project in California.&lt;br /&gt;
July 1999.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I had some &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-chopped-my-melons.html"&gt;serious challenges&lt;/a&gt; in high school, I also had some amazing experiences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were several places that I did dance while in &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-chopped-my-melons.html"&gt;my Dolly Parton days&lt;/a&gt;. In the summer of 1996, I danced at &lt;a href="http://www.disneyyouth.com/"&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oaiquartz.org/"&gt;Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.aspensantafeballet.com/"&gt;Dance Aspen&lt;/a&gt;. I even arrived to school a week late my sophomore year because I was still at dance camp. I think I was home a total of 3 weeks during that summer. (Pretty sure my parents planned that.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After my sophomore year, I danced at &lt;a href="http://www.oaiquartz.org/"&gt;Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute&lt;/a&gt; again. This time I went back as a ballerina. (I switched between modern dance and ballet a lot.) And went to dance in Los Angeles for the first time! A BLAST!! And then I came home to have &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-chopped-my-melons.html"&gt;the surgery!&lt;/a&gt; Woooo!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So while I did get turned away from several dance camps because of my body, there were others that still saw talent and looked past my body. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the dance world really opened up for me after that &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-chopped-my-melons.html"&gt;chop chop chopping!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Junior year was a fabulous dance year for me! And I loved all the choreography &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mom&lt;/a&gt; did that year too! (It was the first time she cast me as the lead!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"W-O-M-A-N" &amp;nbsp;April 1998.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrG6nZ4HTI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z2MOtXK-5qQ/s1600/My+Love+Is+For+Real+1998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrG6nZ4HTI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z2MOtXK-5qQ/s400/My+Love+Is+For+Real+1998.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My Love Is For Real" April 1998.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That summer we got asked to dance on the WB 34's 4th of July Special, We &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; went to Los Angeles to dance and I, of course, went back to &lt;a href="http://www.oaiquartz.org/"&gt;OSAI!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Senior year is a bit of a blur. I auditioned at every college known to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://dance.asu.edu/"&gt;Arizona State&lt;/a&gt; (accepted w/dance scholarship)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.juilliard.edu/"&gt;Julliard &lt;/a&gt;(denied!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://dance.tisch.nyu.edu/page/home.html"&gt;NYU &lt;/a&gt;(accepted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.okcu.edu/dance_amgt/"&gt;Oklahoma City University&lt;/a&gt; (denied... too fat!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.ou.edu/finearts/dance/"&gt;University of Oklahoma&lt;/a&gt; (accepted w/dance scholarship)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't even want to go to college! I wanted to move to NYC and dance. Or LA. I hadn't really thought that through yet. Ha! I really dug my heels in about going to college. I just thought it was silly to waste my best physical years at school. So, &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/daddy.html"&gt;Daddy&lt;/a&gt; made a fabulous deal with me. I go to school for at least 1 year and he will pay for it if I ever decide to go back. If I went to NYC right out of high school, college was on me if I ever decided to go. Lucky for me, I took the deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrT3_jqTII/AAAAAAAAA_U/jah658qh11M/s1600/051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUrT3_jqTII/AAAAAAAAA_U/jah658qh11M/s400/051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation Day! May 1999.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After much dilberation, I chose to go to &lt;a href="http://www.ou.edu/finearts/dance/"&gt;OU&lt;/a&gt; at the very last minute. I spent my summer before college the way I had spent every summer since I was 13... dancing at camps. I loved every minute of it and little did I know, I was making friendships that would come in very handy in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-5731451807043732240?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we venture down a dark path in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(beware I am about to use words like boobs, jugs and knockers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUnIMyEhlAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/EjtGZsRSTMU/s1600/LA1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUnIMyEhlAI/AAAAAAAAA-o/EjtGZsRSTMU/s400/LA1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While at dance camp in the summer after 7th grade I began to&amp;nbsp;develop&amp;nbsp;a "real woman" figure. (Up until this point in my life, I had been wearing Limited 2 clothes and wishing I could wear "big girl jeans!") But nothing too crazy... until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The summer after 8th grade. Dear Lord, WHY?!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I somehow ended up with the worlds largest breasts. Seriously. By the time I attended my first day of high school I was 5'2", 100 lbs and wearing a 34 DD. I looked like I needed to be walking on all fours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the girl front row, first on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUnELIxKNkI/AAAAAAAAA-k/IWfva7OhFJc/s1600/img006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUnELIxKNkI/AAAAAAAAA-k/IWfva7OhFJc/s400/img006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those jugs could feed an F*ing village! I was 14! 14!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is NOT okay! Not okay I tell you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And while many women would be so excited to have knockers like those, I was not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On my first day of high school I was asked by a Sr Wrestler if I had socks he could borrow because he "forgot" his. Good thing I was&amp;nbsp;naive because I didn't understand he thought I stuffed my bra. When I walked down the hall guys would yell "There goes Tit-ney, she is my breast-est friend!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And the really fun part about school was the Jr. &amp;amp; Sr. girls. Apparently if you have blonde hair and Double Ds you are a whore. Which was always news to me considering I hadn't even kissed a boy until well into my freshman year of high school. BUT... I was a whore. Don't kid yourself... I am still hurt and &lt;i&gt;pissed&lt;/i&gt; by all the things that were said. LOTS of tears were shed over those mean words. I could have cured a drought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But nothing, &lt;i&gt;NOTHING&lt;/i&gt; compares to what it felt like to dance with those melons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to be a professional dancer, you are well on your way by 14 years old. It is totally unfair to be blind sided by things that take you from dancing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the barre to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the bar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad took me to a total of 2 auditions that I can remember. And Thank You Jesus that he did! One was for American Ballet Theater during my freshman year, where I got no feedback as to why I was not accepted. The other audition was for Pennsylvania School of the Rock. Unlike most summer camp auditions, they tell you right then and there if you have been accepted. I had a great audition. I just &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; that I got accepted. Then, the instructor&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;us into 2 groups. Myself and one other girl were not put in either. I remember thinking this just had to be great! Because the other girl with me was a beautiful dancer! Then she asked to see our guardians. What came next didn't &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; shock me... but it sure shocked ol' Daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was explained to my "guardian" that I was a beautiful dancer but they would not be accepting me into their program because of my body. And she went on to explain that I needed to find a new career path as I would &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; be a ballerina with this figure. (The other girl was told she was fat and it was fixable!) I had known all my life that your body has a lot to do with your career in dance but it just never&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me that I would be told to stop trying because I had big ta-tas! Talk about shattered dreams. "You're a great dancer... but you should quit." WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that was that. Dad &amp;amp; Mom are the bestest parents in the world! I got to chop my melons off and it was the best day ever! EVER!!! I have nothing but bad memories about those stupid boobs and I have never been happier with a decision in my life. I won a scholarship at every convention that year! I finally got to look cute like my friends in dance costumes and... best of all .... I got to dance for a living!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye Bye Boobies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say what you will about plastic surgery, it changed my life for the better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was 16 years old when I had my breast reduction. Medical insurance paid for a portion of it, as I was just going to need a&amp;nbsp;chiropractor&amp;nbsp;later. I didn't have the surgery just because I hated my tig-o-bitties, I had the surgery because those stupid things were keeping me from the life I had worked so hard for. I eat, sleep and breathe dancing. The only way someone is taking dance away from me is to kill me. Even if I lost my legs I would find a way to dance. It was my very first love affair and I cannot imagine my life without it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So good riddance to my jugs, melons, cans, ta-tas, titties, and boobs. You are unwelcome here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-2256557046594635418?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next 7 days I will be celebrating my 10 year Anniversary in NYC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we go from birth to junior high!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUl8qlaYRyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oYdr-K4jAdE/s1600/scan0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUl8qlaYRyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/oYdr-K4jAdE/s400/scan0008.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first solo award.&lt;br /&gt;
April 1994.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This story begins so long ago I don't even know the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; beginning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you could say it begins from the very first time I was asked that age old question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" You see, unlike most children I had the same answer from the first day I was asked until, well, now! I have always wanted to be a dancer. Always. No&amp;nbsp;wavering&amp;nbsp;from this decision. Even when I left the college dance department... I still &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to be a dancer. It is both a blessing and a curse to know what you want from such a young age. But I wouldn't have it any other way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like any other life long story (career) mine has its ups and downs. Mostly ups.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You see, I came into the dance world naturally... &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; is a dancer. And when I was a kid she so badly wanted to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be pushy... that she enrolled me in gymnastics. NOT DANCE! Ugh! (backfire much?) All my little friends took dance, but not me. So sad. I did not start dance until I was 5 years old. While this may seem young, I was in the 1st grade. It's old in dancer years people! :) Anywho, &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; taught dance at a local studio in town and I took my first classes from the owner. I loved it. I got to be "teachers kid" but not really. Best decision ever! Had &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; been my teacher at 5 years old... I think she would have killed little bossy me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first real downer (or so I thought) in dance was the summer before my 4th grade year, when &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; decided to open her &lt;a href="http://scdance.com/"&gt;own studio&lt;/a&gt; and leave the place I began my training. I can only imagine what she felt like when I told her I still wanted to take jazz at the other studio because she was just a ballet and tap lady! (Oh boy she must have wanted to kill me!) But ...I will never forget &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother&lt;/a&gt; calling the old studio and asking if I could still take one class there. The answer was, "No". She asked for me! Can you believe it?! What a woman! I was heartbroken but soon learned how awesome it was to take from &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt;my mother!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUl8UBtsfTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RYy6RarIVEA/s1600/17033_1329331078652_1392220102_30934258_3554855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUl8UBtsfTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/RYy6RarIVEA/s400/17033_1329331078652_1392220102_30934258_3554855_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Keep Warm" Jan. 1992&lt;br /&gt;
(and yes, I am still a foot shorter than these girls)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next few years were a learning curve for us all. I started to get really great ballet training (Thanks MOM!) and Mom learned the jazz &amp;amp; funk world inside out. By the time I was in 6th grade... &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-won-what.html"&gt;we won our first high score overall!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/S9ZOs_wybVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uEGfF5qwrg0/s1600/scan0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/S9ZOs_wybVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uEGfF5qwrg0/s400/scan0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The One" April 1993&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After 7th grade, I attended my first dance camp. Talk about falling in love. &lt;a href="http://www.oaiquartz.org/"&gt;Oklahoma Summer Arts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Institute&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;was and still is one of my favorite places in the world! Ballet for 6 and half hours a day and I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TKNxnZA6HuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5lGyOhRfw8Q/s1600/quartz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TKNxnZA6HuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5lGyOhRfw8Q/s400/quartz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mountain View Cabin... LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;
June 1994.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And by the time I was in 8th grade... we were killin it! We were, and still are, the only dance studio to perform at an OU halftime. We promoted the opening of the Sam Noble&amp;nbsp;Museum&amp;nbsp;of Natural History all year long! It was amazing! Not too mention... got a PERFECT score at competition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUmER-GlLFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m07NPl8MlZw/s1600/Flintstones_May_1995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TUmER-GlLFI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m07NPl8MlZw/s400/Flintstones_May_1995.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jurassic Park"&lt;br /&gt;
Promoting Sam Noble Museum of Natural History April 1995.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I attended &lt;a href="http://www.oaiquartz.org/"&gt;Quartz Mountain&lt;/a&gt; again this summer and then my whole world got rocked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stayed tuned for the story of the boobies tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-2208197333313315078?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The show airs every Wednesday on CBS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Well last night was the 2nd week of Semi-Finals on Live To Dance. Here is my very opinionated recap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;First up was Jalen. An adorable 9 year-old Break Dancers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;When I tell you I was AMAZED by this kid, I am not lying. He did headspins, headslides, and oh so much more. You could tell that this kid really rehearses and loves his craft. Plus, he was such a cute personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Gold Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Next Up we had Dance In Flight. While this duo had some really nice tricks and such, the va va voom just wasn't there. They didn't seem like a polished piece of work. I loved the costume change at the beginning but other than that. Not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;2 Gold, 1 Red Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;The 3rd act of the evening was Twitch. A group a kids (clearly competition kids) from Miami.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;They danced to a pretty cool version of Apologize. For what I have seen on this show, they were great. But here is my beef... I see this stuff every weekend at dance competition! So, were they good? Yes. Were they unique? No. Did they out dance their competition on this show? Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Gold Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Du-Shaunt Segall was up after Twitch. And let me tell you, where you dance in a lineup makes a difference. This kid was a bit sloppy and didn't seem to have enough "tricks" to surpass the 9 year-old that had opened the show. In addition, he came&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;after a group routine that was great. Now, this kid has never taken dance class and is just 16. If he gets himself into class... He will work. I thought he was better than the Dance in Flight act but the judges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Red Stars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Dax &amp;amp; Sarah. A couple that were adorable. I loved the black &amp;amp; white effect at the top of the routine and then as the music picked up the screen went to color. (Too bad that has nothing to do with their dancing). I found their routine entertaining and fun. Did I think they were better than the 9yo or Twitch? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;2 Gold Stars, 1 Red Star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;White Tree, Fine Art!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;As you may recall they were voted into the Semi-Finals by the public! They came out and worked it. Did I think that the female could have done a few more "ballet" steps en pointe? Sure, but I still loved it. And girl has got some serious leg! They incorporated the silks into their routine which I LOVE!! They danced to one of my favorite songs and well... they are ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Judges: &amp;nbsp;2 Gold, 1 Red Star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;REALLY!!! REALLY??? I was very angry with Travis Payne. What in the world was he thinking giving this group a red star? You gave those kids in the group Twitch a gold star and I didn't see them in pointe shoes buddy! UGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Judges Choice to move on to the Finals: &amp;nbsp;WHITE TREE, FINE ART!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Redemption!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Guess someone knows what they are doing!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judges Kimberly Wyatt, Paula Abdul &amp;amp; Travis Payne.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before we move on the the Semi-Finals...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;White Tree, Fine Art is the last member (voted by the public) to join the Top 18!! So excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ballet Ballet Ballet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And in a general note about the show: &amp;nbsp;I DO NOT LIKE the numbers being displayed while the dancers are performing. Why can't they display the number to call while the judges are speaking to them or at the end of the show only? It is very distracting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Week One Semi-Finalists:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(in my own personal opinion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First up was a group from Utah. The Vibe! They were really great. They had some fantastic partnering and staging. My only real complaint was that the camera angles and lighting did not &lt;i&gt;help&lt;/i&gt; the dance in any way. They almost made the routine look too busy and hard to focus on the accents. (This is a production issue, not the dancers/choreographers.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Gold Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ltu2nUNbTgg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next Up was Jittin'&amp;nbsp;Genius. Oh My Goodness! This guy was pretty amazing. Do I think he is the best dance act in the nation? No. Am I amazed by what he does? Absolutely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy takes the Jitter Bug and fuses it with Hip Hop &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Break-dancing! It was one of the coolest styles I have seen in a long time. Very unique. And he was an absolute performer. His lighting was fantastic... note to producers! Less is more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Gold Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chi-Town's Finest Breakers were adorable. A group of 5 siblings break-dancing together with their father as the choreographer. There are 4 older (between like 9-12) kids and 1 itty bitty girl (she must be 4 or 5). The older kids really had a groove going and the little one plays her part as the cute one. While they were an entertaining act they just were not up to the level of the last two groups. Give these kids a year or two and they will be pros though!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;1 Gold Star, 2 Red Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Austin Acevedo from Orlando stole my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kid has only been taking dance classes for 2 years! 2 years I say!!&lt;br /&gt;
His solo began beautifully and then turned sour. He started out with some MAJOR&amp;nbsp;extensions&amp;nbsp;and some really nice turns. Then he broke out into some hip hop-ish style and lost me. I think the choreography was trying to showcase that he could attack more than one style but I think he would have been better served to stay in the lyrical/contemporary style for this&amp;nbsp;piece. It was just too choppy and seemed rushed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Red Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next act is where you wanna shake Paula.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bev &amp;amp; Hap! Adorable dancers in their 80s! Yup, I said 80s!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were super cute. Tap dancing away. Bev (as cute as she was) was on her heels for the majority of the routine and it started to hurt my soul. I love that someone of that age is putting it all out their that way but it is fair for an act of really talented dancers to be kept out of competition for them? Probably not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;1 Gold Star, 2 Red Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TS8ODlND94I/AAAAAAAAA94/qmgSSP34-qs/s1600/DAngelo-Amanda-Live-To-Dance-Semi-Finals-01-2011-01-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TS8ODlND94I/AAAAAAAAA94/qmgSSP34-qs/s400/DAngelo-Amanda-Live-To-Dance-Semi-Finals-01-2011-01-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D'Angelo &amp;amp; Amanda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure what to say about these 2! They Rocked My World!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are super cute and seem to act like "kids" in their interviews but once that music is turned on... they are all PROFESSIONAL! These kids are crazy good. I cannot seem to put into words how&amp;nbsp;awesome&amp;nbsp;I think these&amp;nbsp;kids&amp;nbsp;are! Sure, they had a technical bobble or two but the average eye would never know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges: &amp;nbsp;3 Gold Stars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the way it works is at the end of the show the judges pick one act to move on to the Finals and then the audience votes for the 2nd act moving forward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Judges Pick: &amp;nbsp;The Vibe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll have to wait until next week to see who America chose.&lt;br /&gt;
I voted for D'Angelo &amp;amp; Amanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-7471797266628351622?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have some ideas of what I think looks good and &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;Stud Muffin&lt;/a&gt; has some really cool ideas. I am hoping that we are not too&amp;nbsp;ambitious. Most of our ideas are going to take some cutting and pasting here at home but that is fine... I think the invites should be fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I am still a bit confused as to what to include in our invite packet. I mean, RSVP of course, but what else?&amp;nbsp;Accommodations? If the reception is in the same venue with the ceremony do you need to include a&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;page for that info? I have an extremely detailed wedding website with travel information and such on it... do I need to include those things? These are my immediate worries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TS27HIXgwQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6pPYrVJx50E/s1600/carlson_craft_wedding_invitations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxWIPZAP_CA/TS27HIXgwQI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6pPYrVJx50E/s400/carlson_craft_wedding_invitations.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Then we have the things that are "formal and traditional" that make me crazy! I do not like that extra piece of paper that comes in formal invites. It makes me crazy. It made sense to put it there when things were written in ink and you didn't want to smudge your letter but now? Hmm... I feel it is just a waste of a good tree.The inner envelope? If we have a thing that looks like a folder in the outer envelope do we need an additional envelope on it as well or does the new "folder" count as the inner envelope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I WANT&lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/meet-crazy-lady.html"&gt; MY MOMMY!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So many questions! I think I may have to phone conference my mother while at the paper store this weekend. Who could forget the &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2010/09/save-dates-part-one.html"&gt;last paper store debacle?! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/p/my-stud-muffin.html"&gt;Stud Muffin&lt;/a&gt; and I have a design and a plan... we leave the store with completely different &lt;a href="http://mydancethrulife.blogspot.com/2010/10/save-dates-part-two.html"&gt;Save-The-Dates&lt;/a&gt; than original design. I am so scared! Who told me it was a good idea to do all this ourselves?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009563355852368535-4874693679321327302?l=mydancethrulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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