<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:25:23.439-06:00</updated><category term='concert'/><category term='spoon me'/><category term='Rooney'/><title type='text'>make it hot!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8744187108751470935</id><published>2010-07-11T20:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:57:19.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you wish that you had it as good as I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blogged about this but a couple of months ago I saw the mini tigers.  I guess that I am just getting really excited about the release of their new album "fortress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of John and I with the lead singer.  They will be performing in the slc area again soon...I suggest going a seeing these guys, they do work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TDqEBffZn9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IhyaDxn9mLQ/s1600/minitigers_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TDqEBffZn9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IhyaDxn9mLQ/s320/minitigers_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492847856699678674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8744187108751470935?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8744187108751470935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8744187108751470935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8744187108751470935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8744187108751470935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-you-wish-that-you-had-it-as-good.html' title='Don&apos;t you wish that you had it as good as I do?'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TDqEBffZn9I/AAAAAAAAAWY/IhyaDxn9mLQ/s72-c/minitigers_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-2877556120353088962</id><published>2010-06-23T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:42:34.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fantastic flavor fancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts I'd like to attend this summer&lt;br /&gt;6/28 Rooney&lt;br /&gt;7/23 Neon Trees&lt;br /&gt;7/29 Miniature Tigers&lt;br /&gt;8/13 Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;9/02 Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;9/23 Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some things to think about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-2877556120353088962?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/2877556120353088962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=2877556120353088962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2877556120353088962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2877556120353088962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantastic-flavor-fancies.html' title='fantastic flavor fancies'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1265582305549633748</id><published>2010-06-21T22:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:15:20.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Kiss is All it Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TCBDKChlv-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZslMzp-5jdY/s1600/100th+profile+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TCBDKChlv-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZslMzp-5jdY/s320/100th+profile+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485458185892773858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...this is my 100th fb profile pic.  It was a very random pic and had I noticed that I was coming up on it, i man have chosen more wisely, but its not a bad one.  Happy First Day of Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1265582305549633748?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1265582305549633748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1265582305549633748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1265582305549633748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1265582305549633748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/06/body-background-imageurlhttpi264.html' title='Another Kiss is All it Takes'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/TCBDKChlv-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZslMzp-5jdY/s72-c/100th+profile+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-3909295718602464098</id><published>2010-05-22T00:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:46:29.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and I miss you, like the deserts miss the rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its starting to feel more and more like summer.  Tomorrow I am going to break it in with my favorite summer tradition...riding my bike down to Pioneer Park and checking out the farmer's market.  And the threat of rain is not going to stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-3909295718602464098?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/3909295718602464098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=3909295718602464098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/3909295718602464098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/3909295718602464098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-miss-you-like-deserts-miss-rains.html' title='and I miss you, like the deserts miss the rains'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-2288570672511337278</id><published>2010-03-08T23:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:41:28.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope...this is not about the upcoming ncaa playoffs, its about how I am ready for it to not be winter anymore and I can't stand it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So March, I think you've come in like a lion, so you can get to the lamb part now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-2288570672511337278?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/2288570672511337278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=2288570672511337278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2288570672511337278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2288570672511337278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8041390027067761430</id><published>2010-02-09T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:54:02.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again...time for the annual valentine's day mix.  This year I decided to post it on my blog.  This is something that I've been doing for the past several years.  It has been something that I quite enjoy doing.  Drum roll please.....I  give you my Valentine's 2010 mix.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjU3ODgxOTE5MjEmcHQ9MTI2NTc4ODE5OTEyNSZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz**ODFmZjg2ZjdkMDQ*NDk4YTQ*/NDZjNjcxMTI3YmZhOCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_red.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musicplaylist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D74990163%26t%3D1265788185&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_red.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musicplaylist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D74990163%26t%3D1265788185&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_red.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/playlist/19197481739/standalone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_red.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.us/playlist/19197481739/download"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_red.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8041390027067761430?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8041390027067761430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8041390027067761430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8041390027067761430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8041390027067761430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1037199729371029503</id><published>2010-01-12T08:58:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:05:58.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Music Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Records:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adele-19&lt;br /&gt;2. Kate Nash-Made of Bricks&lt;br /&gt;3. Miniature Tigers-Tell it to The Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tired of Trying-Adele&lt;br /&gt;2. We Get On-Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;3. Day Too Soon-Sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite "New" Bands/Artists you hadn’t really listened to before:&lt;br /&gt;1. Calvin Harris&lt;br /&gt;2. Sia&lt;br /&gt;3. Matt &amp; Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Songs Heard Live:&lt;br /&gt;1. All These Things That I've Done-The Killers&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunday Morning-No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;3. Cannibal Queen-Miniature Tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Biggest Disappointments:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lady GaGa-Fame Monster&lt;br /&gt;2. Britney Spears-3&lt;br /&gt;3. Day and Age-The Killers...it wasn't terrible, it just wasn't my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite running/exercise songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Just Dance-Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;2. Electric Feel-MGMT&lt;br /&gt;3. Maneater-Nelly Fertado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Most Anticipated Purchases/Releases of 2010 (Even if it was released in 2009, just so long as you are yet to buy it):&lt;br /&gt;1. Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;2. LCD Soundsystem&lt;br /&gt;3. MGMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Greatest Rediscovered Songs (ones released back in the day that you found yourself listening to and loving this last year):&lt;br /&gt;1. Paper Heart-All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;2. Can You Stand The Rain-Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;3. Ex Girlfriend-No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Sentimental Songs You Can't Listen to Because You May Find Yourself Crying:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Still Breathing-Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. If I Were A Boy-Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;3. Hero-Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Songs You Find Running Randomly Through Your Head When You Least Expect It:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bad Romance-Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;2. Tik Tok-Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;3. Single Ladies-Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Road Trip/Empty Highway Songs:&lt;br /&gt;1.) You Make My Dreams Come True-Hall and Oates&lt;br /&gt;2.) Empire State of Mind-Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;3.) Shut Up and Let Me Go-Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cover:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Make You Feel My Love-Adele&lt;br /&gt;2.) Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow-Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;3.) Forever Young-Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decade in review (potentially too ambitious and feel free to leave blank, but the record that reminds you of or was a stand-out favorite from each year of the 0’s):&lt;br /&gt;2000: Forgot About Dre-Dr. Dre feat Eminem&lt;br /&gt;2001: Ride Wit Me-Nelly&lt;br /&gt;2002: All The Things She Said-T.A.T.U&lt;br /&gt;2003: What's Luv-Fat Joe Ft. Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;2004: Jenny Was a Friend of Mine-The Killers&lt;br /&gt;2005: Gwen Stefani-Hollaback Girl&lt;br /&gt;2006: Inside and Out-Feist&lt;br /&gt;2007: Modern Love-Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;2008: I'm So Excited-Le Tigre&lt;br /&gt;2009: Kids-MGMT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1037199729371029503?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1037199729371029503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1037199729371029503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1037199729371029503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1037199729371029503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009 Music Review'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7198438320790030486</id><published>2009-11-13T16:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:40:18.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But Sneaky in Suburbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body {background-image:url("http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/aquapoppydesigns/littlebirdie_pink_2-1.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquapoppydesigns.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/chelstephenson/apd_tag.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no stranger to concerts, but last night I had one of the most amazing experiences ever. It all started a over a month ago when I found out that Imogen heap would be performing in SLC. I was so excited, because I had always heard that she is a great performer. So naturally I planned on going to the concert. Then a few days ago, my friend saw that she was looking for a cellist to play with her on stage for her show. Now I am no cellist, but my roommate Marilyn is and so we go everything set up for her to audition and hopefully get chosen to perform the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aha!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with her at the concert. Things were crazy that night due to some technical difficulties, but we finally got things worked out and she was able to audition for Imogen via web cam! She did an amazing job but we had to wait until the next day to find out if she would get to perform for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the call the next day at noon and we were all so excited! She was going to be onstage with Immi performing that night. We went up there with her early and we got backstage passes. It was so amazing! We got to see the sound check and met immi and the band, which was almost better than the show itself. It was so great, afterward we got to talk to immi a little more and we got some pics! All in all it was such an incredible night. Thanks Marilyn for doing work and getting us in! XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tod3vWLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdFTlJ6Iggc/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tod3vWLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdFTlJ6Iggc/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736407383431346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tn2EK5VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OUhQulsBpaU/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tn2EK5VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OUhQulsBpaU/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736396698150226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tnWGDILI/AAAAAAAAAV0/eSqNSYMR8WQ/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tnWGDILI/AAAAAAAAAV0/eSqNSYMR8WQ/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736388116095154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tnNyA__I/AAAAAAAAAVs/MEXTqkrYN3E/s1600-h/IMG_0850%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tnNyA__I/AAAAAAAAAVs/MEXTqkrYN3E/s320/IMG_0850%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736385884585970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7198438320790030486?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7198438320790030486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7198438320790030486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7198438320790030486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7198438320790030486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-sneaky-in-suburbia.html' title='But Sneaky in Suburbia'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Sv3tod3vWLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdFTlJ6Iggc/s72-c/IMG_0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4094628184092782120</id><published>2009-10-06T14:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:39:09.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Ssup4KMD2VI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oEXSLFSK2Mw/s1600-h/nbcpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Ssup4KMD2VI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oEXSLFSK2Mw/s320/nbcpic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588161351637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my favorite time of the year...Halloween.  And Don't worry, I am starting it off right.  I have already watched nightmare before christmas and hocus pocus twice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SsuqNSEBPBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UPP7E3UOgf8/s1600-h/hocuspocus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SsuqNSEBPBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UPP7E3UOgf8/s320/hocuspocus1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389588524242648082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few treats and even some tricks in store this year so don't go too far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I am looking for some great costume ideas...so anyone with ideas, please send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4094628184092782120?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4094628184092782120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4094628184092782120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4094628184092782120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4094628184092782120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='this is halloween'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/Ssup4KMD2VI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oEXSLFSK2Mw/s72-c/nbcpic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8802111391396669533</id><published>2009-06-06T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:52:51.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tetanus and railroad tracks</title><content type='html'>A week ago this past thursday, I went out on a blind date where I eneded up stepping on not one, but two rusty nails, one on each foot.  One may ask how one would have this happen on a date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SiwZENmex4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YRvemiDDkhY/s1600-h/RustyNail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SiwZENmex4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YRvemiDDkhY/s320/RustyNail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344674417943168898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somehow we ended up by the railroad tracks in front of parkway crossing.  There was something being built that the guys wanted to see so we made the trek to check it out.  I was surrounded in weeds mid calf high, when next thing I know I am feeling something poke through my shoe and into my skin.  In an effort to pull out the nail that got stuck in my right foot, I took a small step forward to ground myself and stepped into nail #2, but luckily that one was only on the edge of my foot and I could get that one out easily.  So there I am, just pulling nails out of each of my feet...The best part is that I didn't cause much of a scene at this time.  I continued on my way, taking the new holes in my feet like a champ.  Later that night, the guys wanted to go hot tubbing and that is when I finally got a good look at the damage and realized that my feet had been bleeding and that I could potentially get tetanus.  Yes people, it had been 14 years since my last tetanus shot, I'm not a real big fan of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleaned the wounds well that night when I got home, and vowed to go get my tetanus shot the next day...well I ended up not having time that next day, so saturday morning I went to the insta-care to get that taken care of.  Let me just say that my arm was freakin sore from the shot for like 4 days after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say that this might have found a spot on my top 5 worst date experiances.  Ha ha!  The kid hasn't called back for a second date, not really surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8802111391396669533?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8802111391396669533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8802111391396669533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8802111391396669533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8802111391396669533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/06/tetanus-and-railroad-tracks.html' title='tetanus and railroad tracks'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SiwZENmex4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/YRvemiDDkhY/s72-c/RustyNail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-5472172579808805089</id><published>2009-06-02T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:53:13.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?!?!</title><content type='html'>My van neighbors are gone, my life is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-5472172579808805089?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/5472172579808805089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=5472172579808805089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5472172579808805089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5472172579808805089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/06/huh.html' title='huh?!?!'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7772206561105277912</id><published>2009-04-29T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:39:39.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>night one</title><content type='html'>I moved into my new place a couple of weeks ago. It was about 11:45 pm and I was just about finished unpacking for the night. I went into my bathroom and shut the door. Five seconds later I went to open the door and that is when I realized that the bathroom door knob was stuck and I was locked in my bathroom. I was on the phone with one of my friends as I tried to get the door open. I worked with the door handle for a couple of minutes and then I started freaking out. I tried everything that I could think of to get out...I even took the door off its hinges. But nothing was working. I started freaking out, but luckily I had betsy on the line to help calm me down. By this point I had been stuck in my bathroom for about 15 minutes. I got off the phone with betsy and called my new roommate hoping that she had a key and could come and get me out. She answered and told me that she was on her way. As soon as I hung up the phone, I tried the door again and it miraculously opened. I couldn't have been happier. Five minutes later my new roommate showed up and I had to explain how I got out. It was not a pleasant experience to say the least. I told my landlord and the problem door knob has been fixed. But it was quite an ordeal and I can't think of anything more welcoming than being trapped...At least I made it out of there after only being stuck for 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7772206561105277912?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7772206561105277912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7772206561105277912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7772206561105277912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7772206561105277912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-one.html' title='night one'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-784582441668444243</id><published>2009-04-26T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:00:47.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't You Be My Neighbor</title><content type='html'>This weekend I moved into a townhouse just south of campus. On my many trips of unloading things from my car, I happened to notice this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SfS55iWGAEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DYVA1wnGapY/s1600-h/IMG_4923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SfS55iWGAEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DYVA1wnGapY/s320/IMG_4923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329088657209294914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like just a regular POS van parked on the street, but I noticed that this van has an AC unit attached on the back of it, which can be seen better on this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SfS6owTRRVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/b4HA6NG-unI/s1600-h/IMG_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SfS6owTRRVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/b4HA6NG-unI/s320/IMG_4925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329089468409398610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became very apparent that people actually live in this van.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people move in and have neighbors that live across the street in a house, I have that too, I just also have a set of neighbors that live right across the street in a blue van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite the neighbors I imagined, but I am sure that this will make this summer much more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-784582441668444243?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/784582441668444243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=784582441668444243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/784582441668444243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/784582441668444243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/04/wont-you-be-my-neighbor.html' title='Won&apos;t You Be My Neighbor'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SfS55iWGAEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DYVA1wnGapY/s72-c/IMG_4923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8147202060373418826</id><published>2009-04-12T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:53:04.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I aint freakin' I aint faking this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_mF196II/AAAAAAAAAUg/0zAg9poJego/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_mF196II/AAAAAAAAAUg/0zAg9poJego/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323958001885636738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_l3l8o1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1-vqf0Ls_Zc/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_l3l8o1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1-vqf0Ls_Zc/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957998060348242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lspgr4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0PffKqHtqWM/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lspgr4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0PffKqHtqWM/s320/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957995122503554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lfZeMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nZI9Zsd7qno/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lfZeMjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nZI9Zsd7qno/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957991565570610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lBZSjGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/znb8sMxrQk8/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_lBZSjGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/znb8sMxrQk8/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957983511743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it to the Ting Tings this week with mills and liz.  Here are the hot, hot pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8147202060373418826?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8147202060373418826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8147202060373418826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8147202060373418826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8147202060373418826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-aint-freakin-i-aint-faking-this.html' title='I aint freakin&apos; I aint faking this...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SeJ_mF196II/AAAAAAAAAUg/0zAg9poJego/s72-c/DSC01062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4466382199731417039</id><published>2009-03-28T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:42:37.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oops I did it again...</title><content type='html'>I had another Frosty...but it was not from the same Wendy's location and it was vanilla.  Those were all chocies made in an effort to protect myself, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4466382199731417039?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4466382199731417039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4466382199731417039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4466382199731417039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4466382199731417039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='oops I did it again...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-2470096545827954290</id><published>2009-02-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:15:22.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm Gonna Be Sick!</title><content type='html'>Last night on our way home from classic skating, which turned out to be classic scooting for us (and was amazing by the way!), we stopped by Wendy's for a celebratory frosty because my friend Kandis got her mission call. I waited to enjoy mine upon our return home. As I was sitting there indulging myself, my friend Emily made a comment on how this was the best frosty that she had ever had and I agreed with her. This particular frosty had been quite good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one one of my last bites when I felt something thicker than frosty in my mouth. I pulled out the spoon, to find a very thick, clearish substance on my spoon. I immediately freaked out and started feeling sick just thinking of all the things that it could possibly be. Mills and Kandis took it over to the sink to investigate. They rinsed the frosty part away to find a Vaseline-like substance still on my spoon. By this time I was feeling pretty ill, but I had to know what it was that I had put in my mouth. I rubbed it between my fingers and found that it had a very Vaseline feel to it, greasy and gooey. That is what put me over the edge and I got very nauseous and ran back to the bathroom. Round two of the frosty was the most disgusting part. I have realized that it was most likely this grease that they use to lubricate the frosty machine and my co-worker informed me that it is edible, so that calms my nerves a little bit. But it seriously is one of the most disgusting things that I have ever gone through. Just rehashing the details makes me feel sick to my stomach. I am so over the Wendy's frosty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SZRWeLQZpEI/AAAAAAAAATs/dqiEFUqWkyA/s1600-h/sick2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SZRWeLQZpEI/AAAAAAAAATs/dqiEFUqWkyA/s320/sick2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957737739560002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SZRWeWVf6hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3ms5GzUk89k/s1600-h/sick1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SZRWeWVf6hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3ms5GzUk89k/s320/sick1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957740713732626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to mills for the pics of the event so that I could blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your true friends are the ones not holding back your hair while you throw up, but are the ones taking the pictures so that you have photographic evidence of your ridiculous life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-2470096545827954290?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/2470096545827954290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=2470096545827954290&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2470096545827954290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2470096545827954290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-im-gonna-be-sick.html' title='I think I&apos;m Gonna Be Sick!'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SZRWeLQZpEI/AAAAAAAAATs/dqiEFUqWkyA/s72-c/sick2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8416659026902533041</id><published>2009-01-22T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:08:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Zone</title><content type='html'>This particular blog post is unique and calls for a different kind of introduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert The Twilight Zone theme music here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I felt like I was in the 5th dimension. A last minute trip to Disneyland/California was planned by a friend and naturally I was all about going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkZ58aKqOI/AAAAAAAAASs/bWkVuRojK_Y/s1600-h/disney11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkZ58aKqOI/AAAAAAAAASs/bWkVuRojK_Y/s320/disney11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294291320209844450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second trip ever to the most magical place in the world, my first time being over ten years ago. Naturally I was very excited to go, but going back was quite interesting after such a long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkVrjsU4pI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kvFAwL8ClbY/s1600-h/disney7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkVrjsU4pI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kvFAwL8ClbY/s320/disney7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294286675010445970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkV7n8LwyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5_fNMpYmZzc/s1600-h/disney8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkV7n8LwyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5_fNMpYmZzc/s320/disney8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294286951028605730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWr4q--eI/AAAAAAAAASU/_rG6CJfBF6U/s1600-h/disney+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWr4q--eI/AAAAAAAAASU/_rG6CJfBF6U/s320/disney+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294287780153588194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I remember thinking how overwhelming the whole Disneyland thing is. It seemed so much bigger and busier than it does now...But one thing that hasn't changed was the feeling of excitement that I have when I am there. It was great going back and seeing my old favorites (Pirates, Mr. Toad, and Splash Mountain to name a few) as well as all kinds of new rides that have been added since my last trip. I was a little sad that the Haunted Mansion was closed because they are re-setting it up after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkUPxSE8TI/AAAAAAAAARc/4Tj1e88Sl5Y/s1600-h/disney3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkUPxSE8TI/AAAAAAAAARc/4Tj1e88Sl5Y/s320/disney3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294285098110480690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWQ9MtVuI/AAAAAAAAASM/vOpRo9jsDCk/s1600-h/disney9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWQ9MtVuI/AAAAAAAAASM/vOpRo9jsDCk/s320/disney9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294287317512312546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWQpanI1I/AAAAAAAAASE/NZzWy0gA-6M/s1600-h/disney5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkWQpanI1I/AAAAAAAAASE/NZzWy0gA-6M/s320/disney5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294287312201917266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkXclPRbtI/AAAAAAAAASc/YBCohOYBfFo/s1600-h/disney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkXclPRbtI/AAAAAAAAASc/YBCohOYBfFo/s320/disney2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294288616750673618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip marked my first time in the California Adventure Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkXctmbU2I/AAAAAAAAASk/97nw5sNFKs0/s1600-h/disney10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkXctmbU2I/AAAAAAAAASk/97nw5sNFKs0/s320/disney10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294288618995274594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tower of Terror was an instant favorite for me. I could have gone on that ride over and over again. It was also the inspiration for the title of this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved Soaring Over California as well as California Screamin'. Everything was perfect. The weather was nice and the lines weren't too long, overall a very fabulous trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went down to LA for the beach and temple. We also hit up Newport Beach and Balboa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBxkfelI/AAAAAAAAATU/WzusXzxNrKU/s1600-h/cali5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBxkfelI/AAAAAAAAATU/WzusXzxNrKU/s320/cali5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294292554250943058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbByH2MMI/AAAAAAAAATM/CmHYkIIvyEY/s1600-h/cali4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbByH2MMI/AAAAAAAAATM/CmHYkIIvyEY/s320/cali4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294292554399232194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBjdkdcI/AAAAAAAAATE/DMQibblbo0E/s1600-h/cali+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBjdkdcI/AAAAAAAAATE/DMQibblbo0E/s320/cali+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294292550463813058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBiitsyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cccAyTCLuA0/s1600-h/cali3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBiitsyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cccAyTCLuA0/s320/cali3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294292550216954658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBV9_iXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ObOfcIlY1AQ/s1600-h/cali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkbBV9_iXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ObOfcIlY1AQ/s320/cali1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294292546841708914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkcJyv-DTI/AAAAAAAAATk/DTnoGl1S5ls/s1600-h/cali6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkcJyv-DTI/AAAAAAAAATk/DTnoGl1S5ls/s320/cali6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294293791518100786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind trip, but it did not disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8416659026902533041?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8416659026902533041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8416659026902533041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8416659026902533041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8416659026902533041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-zone.html' title='The Twilight Zone'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SXkZ58aKqOI/AAAAAAAAASs/bWkVuRojK_Y/s72-c/disney11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-3711934438682985573</id><published>2008-12-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:24:23.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishes...</title><content type='html'>So this year (as with every year) my mom asked me what I would like for christmas.  As usual, I can think of a billion things that I want during the year, but as soon as my mother asks me what I would like, I have no clue what I want.  I think that this has to do with the fact that I am a very indecisive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year was different, I knew what I wanted when my mom asked me and I told her that I wanted one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVzcQrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3lUWYtd3Quw/s1600-h/toybull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVzcQrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3lUWYtd3Quw/s320/toybull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429723468246098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVriy-pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UFPngjeyyTo/s1600-h/Peekapoo+pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVriy-pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UFPngjeyyTo/s320/Peekapoo+pup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429721348176530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVuYPK-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9AKGrB_j2Z0/s1600-h/mini+sox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVuYPK-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9AKGrB_j2Z0/s320/mini+sox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429722109193186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The last little guy looks just like the minature version of our family dog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just looked at me and laughed.  She knew that I was serious, but also knows that it is just not practial for me to have a puppy right now.  Obviously at this point, I knew that it wasn't going to happen and dropped it from my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon my return home for the holidays, I found out that my youngest brother got a puppy for his girlfriend for Christmas.  And as if that were not enough, my aunt and uncle also got their children a puppy for Christmas.  So basically, everyone in my family, except for me, will be getting a puppy this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I watched &lt;em&gt;Lady and The Tramp &lt;/em&gt;as a child, it has been a dream of mine to get a puppy for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKJjx4UIjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZxdpWY9Z-BQ/s1600-h/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKJjx4UIjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZxdpWY9Z-BQ/s320/lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283436560636977714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this year I will not have this dream come true, which is probably for the best, seeing as how I live in an apartment that doesn't allow  pets.  But one day my dream will come true and I will get my little lady...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-3711934438682985573?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/3711934438682985573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=3711934438682985573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/3711934438682985573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/3711934438682985573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wishes.html' title='Christmas Wishes...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SVKDVzcQrFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3lUWYtd3Quw/s72-c/toybull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-5683881480245155309</id><published>2008-12-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:16:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Treat</title><content type='html'>I really do love everything Feist...Maybe this will inspire her to do a Christmas album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.cc_box a:hover .cc_home{background:url('http://www.comedycentral.com/comedycentral/video/assets/syndicated-logo-over.png') !important;}.cc_links a{color:#b9b9b9;text-decoration:none;}.cc_show a{color:#707070;text-decoration:none;}.cc_title a{color:#868686;text-decoration:none;}.cc_links a:hover{color:#67bee2;text-decoration:underline;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class='cc_box' style='position:relative'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.comedycentral.com' target='_blank' style='display:inline; 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clear:left;' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:211029' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class='cc_links' style='float:left; clear:left; width:358px; border:solid 1px #cfcfcf; border-top:0px; font:10px Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; color:#b9b9b9; background-color:#f5f5f5;'&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left; padding-left:3px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video/tag/Christmas'&gt;Colbert at Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://shop.comedycentral.com/detail.php?p=76445&amp;v=comedy-central_shows_the-colbert-report&amp;SESSID=e404c55c0698e438f4508b6b848da5eb'&gt;Colbert Christmas DVD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='width:177px; float:left;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video?keywords=green+screen'&gt;Green Screen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/81003/january-18-2007/bill-o-reilly'&gt;Bill O'Reilly Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-5683881480245155309?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/5683881480245155309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=5683881480245155309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5683881480245155309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5683881480245155309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='Holiday Treat'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4572160733641761468</id><published>2008-11-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:07:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Elevator-Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Part of Your World-The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Sin Wagon-Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Lonestar-Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR LIFE PURPOSE? I'm A Terrible Person-Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? If You See Natalie-Eels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Rainy Monday-Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Tennesse-The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Reasons To Love You-Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Gone-Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? The Penalty-Beirut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? The Boys Are Back In Town-Bruce Springstein (what does this mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? I Thought She Knew- N'SYNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Another Town-Regina Specktor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Words Cannot Describe-Mirah (perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Les Poissons-The Little Mermaid (morbid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Dancing Choose-TV on The Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? How My Heart Behaves-Feist (interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Smile-Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction-Brittney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? Unlisted Track-Hot Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Jack's Obsession-Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? No Jokes-Hot Hot Heat (haha that is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Under My Bed-Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Champagne From A Paper Cup-DCFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Always Something There To Remind Me-Naked Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? The Sun-The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?  I'll Be-Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?  Don't Leave Me-Blackstreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?  Human-The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4572160733641761468?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4572160733641761468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4572160733641761468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4572160733641761468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4572160733641761468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/11/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-6999432689630491943</id><published>2008-11-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:38:04.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Enjoy The Show: The Hotel Cafe Tour</title><content type='html'>Tonight I took a little trip up to slc with emily and liz to see these amazing ladies perform. Not going to lie it was a a sketchy little venue called &lt;a href="http://www.theavalontheater.com/"&gt;The Avalon Theater&lt;/a&gt;. Tonight we heard Rachael Yamagata, Meiko, Thao Nguyen, Kate Havnevik, Lenka, and Emily Wells. Absloutely fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268021793883330802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF6Q1umPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S5v7Vjyih2E/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268021804860331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF65u2VkI/AAAAAAAAANE/2cHvQTGvy4U/s320/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268021808997140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF7JJJCGI/AAAAAAAAANM/iS8gwzNhMR0/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268021811600241026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF7S1xMYI/AAAAAAAAANU/GwYNTzAnP6M/s320/IMG_2328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268021817672315010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF7pddsII/AAAAAAAAANc/XipV2xDK8iI/s320/IMG_2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268024137468313026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvICrX7fcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/y9Cvj6wKcd8/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268022624553942834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvGqnVCPzI/AAAAAAAAANs/X6A3BoFxeDs/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little sad because I had heard a rumor that Ingrid Michaelson might be there but she was not. Oh well it was still a great show. One day I will see Ingrid...one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-6999432689630491943?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/6999432689630491943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=6999432689630491943&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/6999432689630491943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/6999432689630491943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-enjoy-show-hotel-cafe-tour.html' title='Just Enjoy The Show: The Hotel Cafe Tour'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SRvF6Q1umPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S5v7Vjyih2E/s72-c/IMG_2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-920661191949251069</id><published>2008-11-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:27:41.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adding to the list</title><content type='html'>36.  We don't like to give people satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;37.  we like tapioca pudding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-920661191949251069?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/920661191949251069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=920661191949251069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/920661191949251069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/920661191949251069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/11/adding-to-list.html' title='adding to the list'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4209564155582546630</id><published>2008-11-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:00:21.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday-Can I get your number?  Can I have it?</title><content type='html'>Earlier this year I took a little trip out to NYC. This was my first trip to the city and I was very excited. My flight arrived really early in the morning and we decided it would be best for me to take a cab out to my friend’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my red eye flight, I walked out of JFK around 6:00 AM and started looking for a cab. As I walked down the pick-up area, I had driver of a black Lincoln holler at me that he would charge the same as a regular cab to take e to Manhattan. At first I ignored him and kept looking for a yellow cab. But he came over and asked where I was going. I told him Manhattan and he again told me that he would charge me the same price as a regular cab. After verifying his legitimacy, I let him take my bag and I got into the black car. I just hoped that I did not make a huge mistake and that he was going to end up charging me a crapload for this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with some small conversation, just asking me where I was from and what I was doing in the city. Then out of no where he just looked back at me and told me that I was beautiful. I thanked him for his compliment and then a whole new set of fears rushed through my mind. The driver charging me exorbitant prices for the ride wasn't even an issue to the fact that he was not going to take me to my intended destination. I started to let the worries flood in and realized that I might actually die in my first thirty minutes in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, Murphy C. as I would later find out, would ask me questions, and I would politely respond. He asked about where I was from and why I was out in NY. He asked if I had a boyfriend and I had to make up a story. But apparently it was weak because he tried to play a little game with me and asked me to think of a number and he would guess what it was. That was when he asked if he could touch my hand, you know for "vibes" to help him guess. He naturally guessed the number I was thinking of. I looked around me as he drove me, trying to decipher if he was actually taking me to where I was supposed to go. But that would only help me so much seeing as how I have never been to NYC before. I found out my driver’s name from his business card that he gave me. He asked for my contact information and told me that if I had time on my trip, that I should call him. The kicker was when Murphy told me that he thought that I might be the one. At this point I was thoroughly scared. He asked for my number, which I told him I don't give out, but then asked for my email address and I felt bad so I gave him a fake one. He said that I should give him a call if I had time and wanted to go out for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, right around then we got to what I could only hope was Tony's place. Murphy got out and got my suitcase out of the trunk. Then he walked me up to the doorstep. He waited as I called for Tony to let me in. When I had gotten a hold of Tony and I was able to get in, Murphy C. gave me a little kiss on the cheek and told me that he really enjoyed getting to meet me. Should have seen that one coming but totally missed it. What a welcome to NYC! Throughout my trip I had several encounters with very forward men which made for good stories upon my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little reminder of what my time out in NYC was like with the boys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D0555EtAZ4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D0555EtAZ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4209564155582546630?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4209564155582546630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4209564155582546630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4209564155582546630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4209564155582546630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback-friday-can-i-get-your-number.html' title='Flashback Friday-Can I get your number?  Can I have it?'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-667660584224074253</id><published>2008-11-06T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:06:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separated at Birth</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you meet someone and find that you have things in common...then there are times that you meet someone and swear that you are twins. This is the situation with my friend Emily. We just kept finding the similarities so we decided to create a list. Here is what we have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Half white and half brown&lt;br /&gt;2. Know/enjoy South Park Mexican&lt;br /&gt;3. Our moms are blond&lt;br /&gt;4. Our moms are white&lt;br /&gt;5. We had the same brand of laptop until Emily recently upgraded to the mac&lt;br /&gt;6. Dads born and raised in different countries&lt;br /&gt;7. Dads are brown&lt;br /&gt;8. Raised in the southwest&lt;br /&gt;9. We are brown on the outside, white on the inside-just like an Oreo&lt;br /&gt;10. Want to have blond/light eyed children-basically want to marry white boys&lt;br /&gt;11. Have issues in the commitment department&lt;br /&gt;12. Often find ourselves talking like a gay guy would&lt;br /&gt;13. Never get the guys that we actually like&lt;br /&gt;14. D.C.O.M.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don’t really like milk&lt;br /&gt;16. Oldest in the family&lt;br /&gt;17. Have 2 siblings&lt;br /&gt;18. Dads are “living the American dream”&lt;br /&gt;19. Grandparents still live in our father’s motherlands&lt;br /&gt;20. Our dads send money back home&lt;br /&gt;21. Our dads have literally given the shirts off their backs&lt;br /&gt;22. We both hate DEBS (the store)&lt;br /&gt;23. Feel the pressure to keep up the brown (tan)&lt;br /&gt;24. Think that our siblings are most hilarious people that we know&lt;br /&gt;25. Don’t really know our dads’ parents/can’t really understand them&lt;br /&gt;26. Had the same phone/service&lt;br /&gt;27. Have matching hair clips&lt;br /&gt;28. Dads’ don't have the Internet&lt;br /&gt;29. Suck at dancing and don’t like it when boys take us to do so&lt;br /&gt;30. Living Legends&lt;br /&gt;31. Always kinda wanted to do Luau/Fiesta but never have done it, even though we are brown.&lt;br /&gt;32. When talking to our moms’ we never refer to our friends by name, so our moms’ don’t know our friends names&lt;br /&gt;33. Grew up thinking that the “boot” shaped chicken nuggets from McDonald's were the brown meat nuggets and therefore were gross.&lt;br /&gt;34. Never know exactly where we fit culturally&lt;br /&gt;35. Our Dads' have thick accents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-667660584224074253?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/667660584224074253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=667660584224074253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/667660584224074253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/667660584224074253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/11/separated-at-birth.html' title='Separated at Birth'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-5662224004862546645</id><published>2008-10-24T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:54:53.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday-Creepy Creepsters!</title><content type='html'>So I decided to share this story because I had a vivid reminder of it last night when I got into one of my friend's car. My other friend was hiding in the back behind my seat and scared the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the first time that my friends have tried to scare me in my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, my friend Jose and I would go to the library almost every night. We would wait until seven so that we could drive a car up, because we usually would stay late. This night, I had driven my car up and parked in the JFSB covered parking. We left the library at our usual time and got in the car to drive home. For some reason I was going around the back of campus instead of going straight home to &lt;em&gt;The Riv. &lt;/em&gt;Right as I was turning the corner by the Benson, two people in masks popped out of the back seats from the trunk. I swerved and both Jose and I screamed. It was then that I recognized the laughter that was coming from behind the masks. It was my roommate Kristi and our friend Jessica. They had found my spare key and decided to hide in the trunk of my car, just dying at how hilarious it would be to fulfill one of my greatest fears...But the joke ended up being on them because they waited in the back of my trunk for almost an hour for me to come out! (And i still do not feel bad about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give it to those girls for getting me so good. I love to scare others, so it was only fair that they got me back so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-5662224004862546645?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/5662224004862546645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=5662224004862546645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5662224004862546645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5662224004862546645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashback-friday-creepy-creepsters.html' title='Flashback Friday-Creepy Creepsters!'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-200450733843745211</id><published>2008-10-23T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:41:22.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my tan...</title><content type='html'>Now I know that I am naturally half brown, but we are only in the third week of October here and my summer tan has already faded and gone.  I don't know how this could happen so quickly.  I went to the peaks almost every day and bathed in the sun for hours, I even used coco butter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously none of these things really worked, because here I am only a quarter into the fall/winter months and you wouldn't even know that I slaved away this summer to achieve a darker color of skin...I guess this is what I get for &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; being half brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-200450733843745211?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/200450733843745211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=200450733843745211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/200450733843745211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/200450733843745211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-my-tan.html' title='I miss my tan...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-648163863829435784</id><published>2008-10-18T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:18:08.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday-One Day Ago...</title><content type='html'>This is not in typical fashion of the flashback Friday posts, but I will blog about an event in my life that happened only last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betsy, Emily, and I ran to &lt;a href="http://wendys.com/"&gt;Wendy's &lt;/a&gt;to pick up some dinner before &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Kath_and_Kim/"&gt;Kath and Kim&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; started.  Betsy entered in from the back way, so she had to position herself so that she was waiting for the last two cars in line before she could get in.  As we were patiently waiting, another car pulled in and got in line behind the last car...no big deal.  But then when the line started to move, the last fool in line just kept moving, not stopping to let us in.  I could not believe that he was actually doing this to three girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for him, he stopped right in front of us, the girls that he just cut off.  He could feel our eyes burning into him from our dirty glares and in an effort to avoid feeling guilty for his act, he turned up his music as started singing along, trying to ignore us completely.  As the line moved for the second time, we gave him a second chance to redeem himself, but he continued to act as if we didn't exist.  The three of us were so livid!  I am positive that I even heard Betsy calling him a jacka**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there behind him stewing over what had just been done.  Emily commented on how she wished we had something to throw at the a-hole.  That's when I remembered that I had a drink from an earlier excursion that night that could be used as arsenal.  And that was that, Betsy opened the sun roof and as he drove away, I threw the half empty cup at his car.  But the best part was that half of the drink got on B's car anyway.  I did try very hard to prevent that, but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on it now, I wish that I would have just walked up to his open window and poured the cup out on his lap, it would have been more effective as well as a little more graceful than my actual attempt.  Stupid jerk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-648163863829435784?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/648163863829435784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=648163863829435784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/648163863829435784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/648163863829435784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashback-friday-one-day-ago.html' title='Flashback Friday-One Day Ago...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-6455868812616676974</id><published>2008-10-09T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:00:00.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me llamo jonas</title><content type='html'>So three months ago I got tickets to see Weezer in concert. This week I finally got to see them. But this was not my first time...I saw them around this time three years ago in Denver with the Foo Fighters, and have been wanting to see them again ever since. This year with the release of the Red Album they headed out on tour again, this time with a stop in SLC. Here are some highlights from the concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255361110019973042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7LFeEkn7I/AAAAAAAAALY/jIQI4gxw6Ts/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves started the night off...I have to admit that I wasn't super excited for them but they put on a good show. I was thoroughly impressed. And just for the record, I would have no problem marrying a rock star "cough" &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Kennedy_(guitarist)"&gt;David Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; "cough, cough".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255361114554072770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7LFu9lfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/5KgrLxjzfUM/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a short intermission, Weezer took the stage and started off with My Name is Jonas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364495806562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7OKjG__xI/AAAAAAAAALw/QsqUEG3UsKU/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364503477607554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7OK_r63II/AAAAAAAAAL4/TPPlh5S16cQ/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notice how the hand kinda frames what I was actually taking a picture of...the crowd surfing wheelchair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364504254589010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7OLClKqFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dED1t5KODS8/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so close to Rivers...I swear that he was looking right at me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364510045108130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7OLYJu96I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wcIBXUzTqPI/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The red track suits were Fabulous. Rivers had done work to his, both knees had holes in them from him sliding around on stage so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368679001607682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7R-CuazgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pyW7hCNmMAM/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the highlights of the night was when they brought out the hootenanny and performed "Island in The Sun" and "Beverly Hills". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I again was not disappointed and had the best time of my life! I heart Weezer!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-6455868812616676974?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/6455868812616676974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=6455868812616676974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/6455868812616676974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/6455868812616676974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-llamo-jonas.html' title='me llamo jonas'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SO7LFeEkn7I/AAAAAAAAALY/jIQI4gxw6Ts/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7794653764573505791</id><published>2008-10-07T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:53:30.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>very quoteable quote</title><content type='html'>"I can force a connection on just about anyone"&lt;br /&gt;    -Rob Dyrdek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7794653764573505791?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7794653764573505791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7794653764573505791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7794653764573505791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7794653764573505791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-quoteable-quote.html' title='very quoteable quote'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1296359595841322573</id><published>2008-10-03T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:45:25.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday-Tucanos and Enrichment</title><content type='html'>As my birthday approaches, I felt that it was appropriate to share this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my 22nd birthday, my friends took me to dinner at Tucanos Brazilian Grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201056525062338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SOcehzviEMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yQhJpSMMDjo/s320/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was amazing as always. One of my friends, Jessica, decided that she had to take some top sirloin home with her. Now if you have been to Tucanos, you know that it is buffet style and taking "leftovers" out is not acceptable. But Jessica could just not live with this so she made a trip to the restroom for some paper towels and packed up her piece of meat. Right after that we had enrichment. For the activity we were supposed to bring a lunch sack with three things that described us. The object of this was to see if anyone could guess who the person was based on the items in their bag. We quickly gathered our items and ran over to enrichment. Jessica thought that it would be brilliant to put the wrapped piece of meat in her bag. We got to the activity and added our sacks to the pile. Everyone grabbed a bag and started to go through it. It wasn't long before we realized who the lucky person who grabbed the meat bag was. She grabbed the paper towel out, took a quick peak and then threw it back into the bag. The best part was that it was one of the counselor's wives. I have no self control and immediately started laughing. The other girls caught on to what had just happened. The game was put on hold and Jessica had to explain her item choice. Everyone just had disgusted looks on their faces, but Jesse, Kristi, and I were just laughing our heads off while Jessica sat there trying to get herself out of the seriously awkward moment. I'm pretty sure that all the girls in my ward thought that we were very weird after that experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1296359595841322573?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1296359595841322573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1296359595841322573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1296359595841322573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1296359595841322573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/flashback-friday-tucanos-and-enrichment.html' title='Flashback Friday-Tucanos and Enrichment'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SOcehzviEMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yQhJpSMMDjo/s72-c/Picture+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-14792146204342826</id><published>2008-10-01T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:08:29.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought they only did that in the circus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love my life...About 10 minutes ago I was on my daily commute home and I ran into the Kanye West bear riding his bike. I was unable to get a photograph, but found a close look alike on the Internet. Just think of the Kanye West bear riding around town on a bike.  Happy Oct. 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252325413139822818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SOQCIp70uOI/AAAAAAAAALI/pJPC17H-35Q/s320/bear+suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-14792146204342826?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/14792146204342826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=14792146204342826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/14792146204342826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/14792146204342826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-they-only-did-that-in-circus.html' title='I thought they only did that in the circus...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SOQCIp70uOI/AAAAAAAAALI/pJPC17H-35Q/s72-c/bear+suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-8888910217723427097</id><published>2008-09-26T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:10:16.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday- The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>This story takes place about two years ago...I lived with my best friends Jesse, Betsy, and Kristi.  That January, Kristi decided to go to China to teach English.  When she left, we decided to move Jesse into our room with us.  It was seriously so much fun having us all in the same room.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in November of that year, Jesse and I were both home one afternoon and she decided to share some of her family home videos with me.  Now this was a big deal because Jess does not just let anybody see these home videos, but she made an exception for me.  So, of course I was very excited that she was allowing me to watch them.  She started off with a video of her birthday.  It was a video of her and a couple of friends at the lake swimming and playing on a boat.  Just your average summer fun…Then she skipped to a video of her and her sisters reenacting The Nutcracker on Christmas Eve.  Jesse was around 14-15 years old and her oldest sister was a freshman in college.  Jesse was very embarrassed, but for some reason just kept showing me the video.  It was hilarious and I loved it.  Afterward, she told me that she keeps these videos hidden and that I was not allowed to tell anyone that she had shown them to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kristi moved out and Jesse moved in with us, we used their old room as a large Closet.  It was Fabulous, but it got messy in there quite frequently.  So one night, when Jesse was gone, I was in the “closet” and found Jesse’s home videos just sitting by the dresser.  Okay maybe it was in one of the dresser drawers, but it’s hard to say and my memory is fading.  Betsy and I had been doing homework all night and it was time for us to have a break.  So we decided it would be perfect to watch some of the Hinkson’s home videos.  There we were in our bedroom, watching Jesse and her family’s adventures.  It was getting late and I knew that Jesse would be home soon, but I wanted Betsy to see The Nutcracker- Hinkson style, so the rush was on to find it.  I had just barely found it when we heard Jesse coming in the door, so I went out to distract her so Betsy could continue watching the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse and I were out in the bathroom area getting ready for bed with Betsy in the room still watching and snickering.  Jesse even walked in and out of the room several times and didn’t even notice.  Then she heard something that sounded familiar to her and she went over to the computer to see what Betsy was watching.  Jesse realized that Betsy had been sitting there watching her home videos without her permission.  At that moment I was standing by my bed, just getting into my PJ bottoms.  Jesse ran over to me, standing there pant less, and started to choke me.  In her fury, she had just not realized that she was choking me in my underwear.  Betsy just sat there on the bed next to us, wide eyed and speechless.  Naturally, I was in shock so I could not say anything either.  A real sight to see I am sure.  Finally Jesse snapped out of it and realized what she had done.  I think that she ran out of the room after that, but I was still kind of in shock at that point so the details are fuzzy.  Very traumatizing at the time, but now we all joke and laugh about it every chance we get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-8888910217723427097?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/8888910217723427097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=8888910217723427097&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8888910217723427097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/8888910217723427097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-friday-nutcracker.html' title='Flashback Friday- The Nutcracker'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1934074447079090374</id><published>2008-09-22T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:44:38.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D's guide to Green River's Melon Days</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have just been dying to find out what the real Green River is like, I have decided to give you all a little "slice" of life during Melon Days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a year Green River goes all out for the big event and this year was no exception. Here are some pics from the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249083406102696354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh9jAkmEaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I_19KZOkzw8/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally the parade starts off with a gigantic slice of watermelon being pulled by a tractor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249083415896284290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh9jlDkXII/AAAAAAAAAJw/zVHxhNFxJLk/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns throwing candy follow...It may be hard to see, but this clown is easily in his 86th year of clowning around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084621421423394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh-pv_KKyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0THP0_6ONT0/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249083424707726402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh9kF4YTEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eQzlvK_-tH0/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249083422968350482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh9j_ZrhxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZW46Da1wFYM/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084641466944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh-q6qYjNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sn9NIh7wtIk/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see the streets fill up with kids fetching the candy that was thrown by the different floats (cars with signs mostly) of the various political candidates (well it is an election year).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one of the most important observations is that the majority of these "kids" are over the age of 35. And as you may be able to tell from some pictures, each had their own bag and was not planning on sharing with their children or grandchildren for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084633133242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh-qbneV-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_0C2dzR_xXA/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084625899183138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh-qAqvXCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LGQQ_8dMnqs/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahh, another highlight of the Melon Days parade. The Sara Lee bread truck brought quite a crowd out to the street. One lady looked like she had been following the truck for most of the route trying to get a loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084644497888866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh-rF9BFmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bm23mk6OqJw/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249733112075093042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNrMc37XhDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/k8n456r0ki0/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was yet another enjoyable moment for me. The BMX group with the sign that says "Get us off the streets".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249733117447292882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNrMdL8Mx9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/sH4cr0CZE3E/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least, what goes better with melons than Mexicans!  (em this one is for you)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now you have it.  Another Melon Days in the bag...Everyone has taken their bags of candy and loaves of bread and has gone into hibernation until next year.  But don't worry because&lt;em&gt; Chow Hound&lt;/em&gt;, a local favorite, is always in business serving burgers, pizza, burritos, pastries, and more.   Next time you are passing through, don't be shy and stop by!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249733127680065234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNrMdyD4ftI/AAAAAAAAALA/zXWGco0Tctg/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1934074447079090374?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1934074447079090374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1934074447079090374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1934074447079090374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1934074447079090374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/ds-guide-to-green-rivers-melon-days.html' title='D&apos;s guide to Green River&apos;s Melon Days'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNh9jAkmEaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I_19KZOkzw8/s72-c/IMG_2144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-194359259146844640</id><published>2008-09-19T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:10:22.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Fridays</title><content type='html'>Because of the ridiculous life I lead, there are plenty of stories from my past that I feel must be shared.  That is why I have decided to implement Flashback Fridays on my blog.  Every Friday I will share one of my past experiences, the majority of them being shocking and outrageous.  So get excited...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-194359259146844640?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/194359259146844640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=194359259146844640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/194359259146844640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/194359259146844640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-fridays.html' title='Flashback Fridays'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7442728776212003694</id><published>2008-09-18T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:51:09.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LARPING-For those who fight with honor</title><content type='html'>Move over Quill and Sword, there is a new brand of Medieval in town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ive &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ction &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ole &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;lay is a form of role playing game that has participants physically act out a specific character's actions. Players physically portray characters in a fictional setting, improvising their characters' speech and movements somewhat like actors in improvisational theater. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LARP"&gt;Wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247421988534978434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWfx0zh4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ih6enH7bv8M/s320/larphistgroup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247421993982260258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWgGHidCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KwUAck84lGs/s320/larpanimals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247421996705281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWgQQwd4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/RJl4c83d9Go/s320/legitlarpgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247421999735554178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWgbjOwII/AAAAAAAAAJA/g7qSpsNeOr8/s320/grouplarp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247422000352612834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWgd2WUeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NrQrvKVkkSI/s320/larpgoblins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247439377843399426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKmT-DAqwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N2o1HNknCOg/s320/larpfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247439372601773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKmTqhTzJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mOjz0SVIAHY/s320/larpsword.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard about this on Monday from a co-worker and have not been able to stop researching it since.  I have watched a plethora of you tube videos (some documentaries and some home video) of such events to familiarize myself with this pastime (see below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3TEG9KbHSU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3TEG9KbHSU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ04mfAY2BU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ04mfAY2BU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oWAb5NVALw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oWAb5NVALw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtHhppoISBk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtHhppoISBk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIKkd9ceBfI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIKkd9ceBfI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what have I learned so far?  Well I know that there are many groups across the nation that are involved in this type of gaming.  I also have learned that there are like 9 different groups of larpers here in Utah.  These groups get together periodically and battle with each other.  Some of these events last only for a few hours and others last several days (that means there is camping involved-these people do not mess around).  Each person takes on a character that has different levels of specific powers.  Also each character is a certain type of specie.  Most of the time, people dress up according to character.  Some costumes are very intricate, others are a little more homemade looking (as you can see from the pictures above).  This is a group that likes to escape the "norm", but feel that there is something lost in the virtual gaming world.  This is a whole underground world that I did not know anything about until now.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is what I propose to the Quill and Sword Club and BYU.  I suggest that they look into having one of this type of event as a fundraiser.  They would be very surprised by how many people would pay $5 to watch such a spectacle.  I think that I might have to join the club just to get this ball rolling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larp.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7442728776212003694?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7442728776212003694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7442728776212003694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7442728776212003694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7442728776212003694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/larping-for-those-who-fight-with-honor.html' title='LARPING-For those who fight with honor'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNKWfx0zh4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ih6enH7bv8M/s72-c/larphistgroup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7013987035629952699</id><published>2008-09-15T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:24:46.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Stroll</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering, my life truly is this ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Afternoon I found this guy walking down the sidewalk outside of my old apt. building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246763797030791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNA_3_ZmaLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JaKWRdUqv6Q/s320/Death_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246763799546725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNA_4Ixcg9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/B895XAl-P5E/s320/Death_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty creepy, but I managed to get a few shots of it...however, I was terrified that he was going to come over and attack me.  Then we tried to follow him, but he disappeared.  Later we found out that he disappeared into #2 of Glenhaven.  I'm just waiting for him to show up on my doorstep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7013987035629952699?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7013987035629952699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7013987035629952699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7013987035629952699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7013987035629952699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-afternoon-stroll.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Stroll'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SNA_3_ZmaLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JaKWRdUqv6Q/s72-c/Death_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1873336638824497904</id><published>2008-09-14T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:49:53.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Rooney @ Spoon Me</title><content type='html'>Naturally with this type of festivity, I always find myself with good material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard about this event about a week and half ago, and could hardly contain my self. I have loved Rooney since my high school days and was thrilled that I would finally see them live. But because this was a promotion for &lt;a href="http://www.spoonme.com/"&gt;Spoon Me&lt;/a&gt;, I was a little skeptical of it actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday finally came...my friends and I showed up an hour early to secure our spots at the concert. I really thought that there would be a ton of people, and that I might have to be waiting outside the door at 11 am. Luckily this was not the case. There were only like ten people in line when we showed up around 6. Unfortunately the ten kids in line were all freshies. One kid in particular kept driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other highlights of that wait include the girl next to us applying make-up (watching her apply the wall of blush was my favorite part), the Kid with the white shirt under his v-neck tee, and the first performer showing up in his van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411108410347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM7_Gz52T2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XPyd-yxrLz4/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411116112746690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM7_HQmPmMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6l_6JO-BZk0/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I also realized I am my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for Rooney to come out, I told the girl next to me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had worked her way up to the front and kept trying to push her way through me. Finally I had had enough and I turned around and told her that she had been pushing me all night and that she needed to stop. She preceded to tell me that I had actually been pushing her all night. That's when I told her that she needed to chill out and just stop. That was the last I saw of her all night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Rooney! The show was fabulous...and I am in love (especially with the drummer, so hot!) Here are some pics from the night. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414177977782402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM8B5e7wUII/AAAAAAAAAII/IDoIulPx6vI/s320/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411125741877410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM7_H0eAeKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zn3bYeeBGFg/s320/IMG_2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411135546873362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM7_IY_s1hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iw0wsWLYD80/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246412231725979746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM8AIMlKmGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5vMYiZVZ4Zg/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246412236445805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM8AIeKdbII/AAAAAAAAAIA/95GIqPiFkTU/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got some pictures before the push to the stage began. People were trying to make their way to the stage and I started getting crushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I just made my way out and and enjoyed the rest of the concert while breathing, but not before I got to touch the lead singer's hand(sigh). Best $3 concert of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1873336638824497904?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1873336638824497904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1873336638824497904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1873336638824497904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1873336638824497904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/rooney-spoon-me.html' title='Rooney @ Spoon Me'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SM7_Gz52T2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XPyd-yxrLz4/s72-c/IMG_2109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-2244566769881144026</id><published>2008-09-01T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:02:21.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arachnophobia anyone?</title><content type='html'>If I had to say my life is like one movie, I would have to choose the 1990 film by Frank Marshall, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099052/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241821674224843378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SL6xClQdenI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5cwMoKqGG4Q/s320/Arachnophobia+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange pick, I know...but maybe not so strange because of the many experiences that I have had with spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week in my new apartment, I've had to kill two spiders in the last four days. But Let me tell you, these were not the typical spiders that one may find. These were quite large and very hideous (see below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241821683567355986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SL6xDID46FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/74V6_fvqrKY/s320/wolf+spider.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one I found with my new roommate in the corner of the ceiling in the living room. That one was dealt without too much hassle. Then yesterday, as I was getting ready to wash a dish, I found another spider just like the first in our kitchen sink. That one was more of a surprise and made me jump. But these are just the two most recent stories in my long history with arachnids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lived with a fear of spiders for as long as I can recall, but have managed to control my fears during my encounters with these eight legged creatures. I have come to the understanding that as long as they are dead, I will be fine. So this is how I have managed to control my fear long enough to kill the little suckers. After they are dead, then I can freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that you are probably thinking, "Really your whole life is like arachnophobia because you found two spiders in the matter of a few days?" Well, let me share another story that will maybe put things into better perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago, I was home for Christmas break. One morning, I got up and headed straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I grabbed my toothbrush and spread some paste across the bristles. I put the toothbrush into my mouth and started brushing. I felt something more than just bristles and toothpaste in my mouth and thought that somehow a small ball of hair had also got into my mouth (which would have been sick enough), but boy was I wrong. As I pulled the "hairball" from my mouth, I realized that it was wiggling. Yes that is right, it was alive. At that moment I realized that it was a spider. So disgusting! I screamed and shook it right off my finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241821672864743938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SL6xCgMMAgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/45S1I0zzNiQ/s320/spiders+in+sink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another experience I've had happened several years before, I was getting ready to go to bed. I had just turned off my lights and was drifting into sleep when I felt this fuzz ball land on my face. Not being fully coherent, I felt the furry thing on my face and brushed it off. Once my brain had time to process what I felt, I bounced out of bed and quickly turned on my light. I had once again realized that it was a spider that I had come in contact with! I shook out all of my bedding searching for it, but had no luck. I still cringe when looking back at these experiacnes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few reasons why I truly believe that my life is like the movie &lt;em&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/em&gt;. I guess I better just watch out when I am digging into popcorn bowls, or when I am in the shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-2244566769881144026?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/2244566769881144026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=2244566769881144026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2244566769881144026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2244566769881144026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/09/arachnophobia-anyone.html' title='Arachnophobia anyone?'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SL6xClQdenI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5cwMoKqGG4Q/s72-c/Arachnophobia+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4273511401123754686</id><published>2008-08-07T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:06:43.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Its times like these that really make me wonder if this is my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday around 8:00 pm I walked down the stairs to my parking garage like I usually do. As I rounded the corner, I noticed someone over at the bike racks. Initially I thought nothing of it, but then I realized that she was actually hoovering over my bike, trying to pick the lock. As I sort of headed to my car, I must have had a very shocked look upon my face because the thief looked up and nervously said hello to me. As I slowly made my way to my car, she also muttered a "how are you?". At this point my brain was going a thousand miles an hour with no solution. I just could not believe that this girl (which looked very "normal" in her jogging clothes) was actually trying to steal my bike right in front of me. I got into my car, very concerned and called, not the police, but my roommate. You would think in this type of situation that you would call the proper authorities, but not me. As I was telling my roommate the story, the girl gave up and walked away. Whenever I was sure that she had gone, I got out of the car and took my bike up stairs and put it in my living room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231931445485055122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJuN7gFVLJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cdx60YLZNMQ/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that the important thing is that I saved my bike as well as saving that girl from making a huge mistake. But just to be on the safe side I am getting a new lock for my bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4273511401123754686?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4273511401123754686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4273511401123754686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4273511401123754686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4273511401123754686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJuN7gFVLJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Cdx60YLZNMQ/s72-c/IMG_2104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7712219617654678682</id><published>2008-07-31T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:41:15.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the housing gods are on our side</title><content type='html'>So recently I have decided to extend my stay in P-town. Before this point, I had not planned on staying around, therefore I had not extended my contract at my current location. The place where I am currently living is great, very spacious and comfortable. But of course the management had sold my place to someone else back in March. My current roommate and I realized (a little late) that if we were both staying around that we should be looking for new housing. But with housing in this community...if you snooze, you loose. We started looking this last Sunday, and were not having much luck. Not only is it difficult to find a decent contract for one person, it is near impossible to find something for two people in the same apartment. Our rigorous search continued to no avail. We were soon realizing that the only building with vacancies just might be The Truman (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229397583990263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJKNZWcGjTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjS9CYChdR8/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229397601890819266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJKNaZH7XMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kpLL1jDq_is/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229397620806401218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJKNbflwPMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kXVMG3vmBf0/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This place is seriously straight out of a horror film. Honestly it is one of the most terrifying places I have ever been. I am sick now just thinking about it. But what made me really sick was the thought that I might be forced to house here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But today we finally had some success. I had been emailing this complex who according to their message, had an available room for my roommate and I.  It had been days and I had not heard anything back from them.  Just as we were loosing all hope of normal and affordable housing, today they told me that the contracts were still for sell and that we could sign. I nearly fainted after reading this. These past few days have been very stressful because of this housing crisis. But it looks like the housing gods were looking down on us. What a relief. Sorry Truman, no haunting for us this year. But I should look into throwing my Halloween party there this year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7712219617654678682?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7712219617654678682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7712219617654678682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7712219617654678682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7712219617654678682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/housing-gods-are-on-our-side.html' title='the housing gods are on our side'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SJKNZWcGjTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jjS9CYChdR8/s72-c/IMG_2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-4830034745853356389</id><published>2008-07-28T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:36:51.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what I have always wanted...</title><content type='html'>My very own live in maid. My roommate Emily has kindly taken on the task of being my little Mexican maid or "&lt;a href="http://www.babylon.com/definition/maid/Spanish"&gt;criada&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here she is at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DJEr7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ONKH7hREG1I/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612253044676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DJEr7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ONKH7hREG1I/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DJkCJUQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cNmJim_0HDM/s1600-h/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612261459349762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DJkCJUQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cNmJim_0HDM/s320/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612278897978530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DKk_1rKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xhlE42NlmgY/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DKAo-muI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DW29fp0-d4k/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228612269138418402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DKAo-muI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DW29fp0-d4k/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note of the authentic Mexican shirt that she is wearing.  Absolutely one of the best things to happen in my life.  I am working on her english and perfecting her smoothie recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-4830034745853356389?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/4830034745853356389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=4830034745853356389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4830034745853356389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/4830034745853356389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-what-i-have-always-wanted.html' title='Just what I have always wanted...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SI_DJEr7mAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ONKH7hREG1I/s72-c/IMG_2069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1181210512127412425</id><published>2008-07-22T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:39:47.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Frontier of Pedicures</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was filling my water bottle at work, I watched as Fox ran this story on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/wires/2008Jul21/0,4670,FishPedicures,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/wires/2008Jul21/0,4670,FishPedicures,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not contain my laughter over the thought of this. I came back to my cubicle, looked up this article, and continued to laugh for the next few minutes as I read on. Really, carp eating away at scaly feet...and 5,000 people have already tried this? I could not believe that this was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody who has ever thought a pedi was ticklish, I can only imagine that this would be a million time worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate to sound like a crazed animal activist, but how humane is it for these poor carp to be starved, then be forced to feed on dry skin off people's feet. I am starting to get very queasy at the thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225860043865310194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIX8Bah_w_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gbOQPszjxcE/s320/art.fish.pedicure.ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am not sure how I feel about this innovation in the health and beauty field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1181210512127412425?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1181210512127412425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1181210512127412425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1181210512127412425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1181210512127412425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-frontier-of-pedicures.html' title='The New Frontier of Pedicures'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIX8Bah_w_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gbOQPszjxcE/s72-c/art.fish.pedicure.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-969909081506926212</id><published>2008-07-21T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:17:41.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Serving Dinner Mints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIVd3smH8nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZHhjQdiXOQ/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225686154078581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIVd3smH8nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZHhjQdiXOQ/s320/mcdonalds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right you read it, McDonalds now serves after dinner mints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225686342612171714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIVeCq8CO8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/vvPLlVIsySM/s320/After-Dinner-Mints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that they are really trying to up the classy factor, and of course Mickey D's knows that giving people mints with their meal is just the ticket.  I am just waiting for the cloth napkins to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-969909081506926212?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/969909081506926212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=969909081506926212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/969909081506926212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/969909081506926212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-serving-dinner-mints.html' title='Now Serving Dinner Mints'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIVd3smH8nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZHhjQdiXOQ/s72-c/mcdonalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-2116020525565064255</id><published>2008-07-19T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:31:35.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Leslie Feist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIOxgZH5KLI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7mLRdu2gK4/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225215162737830066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIOxgZH5KLI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7mLRdu2gK4/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At just over the year mark, I got to see my favorite artist perform again. And let me just say that she did not disappoint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several songs were from her sophomore album Let it Die. This was the album that introduced me to her so naturally I was very excited. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225213141837611042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIOvqwrvACI/AAAAAAAAADQ/27UC4lPiRcg/s320/let+it+die.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Secret Heart", "When I Was a Young Girl", and "Let it Die". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course she played the majority of her songs from The Reminder, her newest album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225221087538084818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO25QuWe9I/AAAAAAAAADo/oAUT8bFnBfw/s320/the+reminder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This included songs like "My Moon My Man", "1, 2, 3, 4", "I Feel It All", and "Limit to Your Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She and her band do a great job of entertaining the crowd. Over all the concert was fantastic and made me love her even more. Here are some pics from the night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225224269660488514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO5yfDdA0I/AAAAAAAAADw/JNz6J8NieXQ/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225224276361868418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO5y4BL9II/AAAAAAAAAD4/6jBziS0ze7Q/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225224281727789330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO5zMAhaRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oqbZmEJLHww/s320/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225224288723765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO5zmEfhyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IHNJlUSCiNU/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225224294246180274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO5z6pI5bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZPGyfzA0Tg8/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225388265796466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO6zmLvc3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/qdJnKdJp06o/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225391247765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO6zxSsrmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rTm-_nJFhp4/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225400409804082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO60TbGTTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Gt520F_30Sk/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225408773833858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO60ylPRII/AAAAAAAAAEw/PlfrWHKmVVI/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225419819593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIO61buwMBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Lc_tYkCT9FM/s320/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-2116020525565064255?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/2116020525565064255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=2116020525565064255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2116020525565064255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/2116020525565064255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-3-leslie-feist.html' title='I &lt;3 Leslie Feist'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SIOxgZH5KLI/AAAAAAAAADg/D7mLRdu2gK4/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1033999538121506962</id><published>2008-07-14T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:30:27.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my anchor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This was no act of God. A person did this..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I found the most fabulous pair of earrings at the flower basket (a cute little boutique/flower shop). I wore them for a few hours that night and then decided to wear them on Sunday to church. And somewhere along the way, I lost it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost one of my darling new earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223014600437994706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHvgGzvJFNI/AAAAAAAAADA/0-oc2nx4y_0/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The saddest thing is that I only wore them for a total of 4 hours (at the most).  I guess this lone earring will come in handy for dressing up as a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHvf9_K2aMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7tpWCqhgW4k/s1600-h/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1033999538121506962?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1033999538121506962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1033999538121506962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1033999538121506962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1033999538121506962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-anchor.html' title='my anchor'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHvgGzvJFNI/AAAAAAAAADA/0-oc2nx4y_0/s72-c/IMG_2015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-5218798606678536815</id><published>2008-07-13T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:58:57.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fave 5...</title><content type='html'>moments of the Heart and Journey Concert last Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#5. The performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpsun-OfDI/AAAAAAAAABY/BirwV4NgNyw/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222606266149272626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpsun-OfDI/AAAAAAAAABY/BirwV4NgNyw/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHqjtIGWKII/AAAAAAAAACw/o2SmwUyaRng/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222666713553053826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHqjtIGWKII/AAAAAAAAACw/o2SmwUyaRng/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#4. The bridging of the generation gap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpZuPPhhBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4XTcNLckTwM/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222585368790008850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpZuPPhhBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4XTcNLckTwM/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother-daughter bonding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpafZyy_wI/AAAAAAAAABA/vXZe5JTrrq0/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222586213435899650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpafZyy_wI/AAAAAAAAABA/vXZe5JTrrq0/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group of twelve year old boys on the left and the group of 40 year old women in the background. (Also I would like to note the dude with his hands crossed on the right, clearly he realized that we were not trying to take pictures of ourselves.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpcUZU2YuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/if0cpSLskXY/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222588223354987234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpcUZU2YuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/if0cpSLskXY/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Daddy-Daughter" date behind us...No father and daughter should kiss like that! Too sketchy for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3. The Lovin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpy7gKp-gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Ug8R7rSiog/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222613084461988354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpy7gKp-gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Ug8R7rSiog/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This went on through all of Heart's performance, then they stepped out to do who knows what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2. "F off I'm Taken"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHp26oTVS4I/AAAAAAAAACY/VJosujCdjXY/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222617467512507266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHp26oTVS4I/AAAAAAAAACY/VJosujCdjXY/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess her significant other should give her a shirt that says that, especially if she is going to be out dressed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1. Too much re-living of the good old days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHqBqI3Av5I/AAAAAAAAACo/bjGd2jCjqUU/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629278822219666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHqBqI3Av5I/AAAAAAAAACo/bjGd2jCjqUU/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we realized that these two had way too much to drink...this was very apparent for two reasons. First because they could not find a proper place to use the restroom (behind someones car does not equal appropriate) and secondly because they had a real hard time getting up the hill after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-5218798606678536815?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/5218798606678536815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=5218798606678536815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5218798606678536815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5218798606678536815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fave-5.html' title='My Fave 5...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SHpsun-OfDI/AAAAAAAAABY/BirwV4NgNyw/s72-c/IMG_1973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7502206477631329484</id><published>2008-07-09T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:08:08.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>see a penny pick it up...</title><content type='html'>Still no luck on fixing my blog...but don't worry I'll still be blogging away.  I apologize for the difficulty in reading my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7502206477631329484?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7502206477631329484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7502206477631329484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7502206477631329484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7502206477631329484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-penny-pick-it-up.html' title='see a penny pick it up...'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-5112048215231527076</id><published>2008-07-07T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:07:54.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>night of the 3rd, morning of the 4th</title><content type='html'>A wise co-worker of mine once said, "I didn't know that I got tickets to Jackass-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;apolooza&lt;/span&gt;, but I definitely caught the show."(Thanks to Zeb for the best quotes ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I would describe my night out on University Ave. This is my fourth summer in Provo and I have never seen such chaos on the night before the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read more about these events, go to my friend &lt;a href="http://robtmichael.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-streets-of-provo-july-third-and.html"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt; blog for more info/pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-5112048215231527076?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/5112048215231527076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=5112048215231527076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5112048215231527076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/5112048215231527076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-of-3rd-morning-of-4th.html' title='night of the 3rd, morning of the 4th'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-1198137396948989182</id><published>2008-07-03T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:05:18.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Dodgeball</title><content type='html'>I have to start off by saying that I often remember my dreams.  This is mostly due to the fact that my dreams are very vivid.  I find myself hardly able to distinguish between what is real and what is not.  With that said, Last night I dreamt that I got a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I felt like this was all really happening. Not so much the pain of getting a tattoo, as I have never felt that in my life, but more of the emotion of getting the tattoo. There were several feelings that overcame me as I was preparing to get this tattoo. First of all, I was very excited about actually getting a tattoo. Also there was this rush that went through me...probably because I was doing something that I knew I shouldn't, Like I was breaking a major rule. It would be my greatest rebellion and I felt very good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I wanted a small little number on the left side of my thigh. I don't know why exactly, but I thought that would be the most discrete place that I could place a tattoo. My memory of the actual design I had picked is fuzzy, but I do remember thinking that it was perfect and exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was in the tattoo parlor, getting my tat done. I did not look until they had the first outline of it done, and at that first glace I was horrified. The tattoo was completely different from what I had previously chosen. What first set me off was the size of it. What I had chosen was probably only the size of a half dollar, what had actually been done took up almost the entire length of my thigh. Then I started to realize that the tattoo was nothing like the design that I had wanted. It was this circular shape with leaves coming off the top. But the weirdest thing was what was inside of the circle...and there they were, five aliens standing around. Immediately I thought "This is terrible, this is not what I wanted and this will have to be removed". I regretted ever having this done. I worried about how I would ever hide this on my leg when I wear skirts or shorts. I was ashamed of what I had done and realized that this was not worth breaking the rules for. I did not know what I was going to do, but I knew that I could not let them start on the next layer. Just as the tat artist came back to start I woke up. I woke up thinking that I had really gotten this tattoo done. I also felt the urgency in figuring out the removal process. It was about then that I realized that it was all just a dream and a very weird one at that. Like I said, my dreams are very real and this was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on to the dodge ball part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work we played dodge ball. I had decided that I was not going to really get involved. I thought that I would just kinda start at the back and be more of a support to the team. However, this attitude is not in the Kauvaka genetic make up. We are born competitors. Once the game started, I could not help but get really into it. I got 5 people out by catching balls that they had tried to throw at me. I felt pretty good and naturally my team was victorious. I think my favorite part was the bonding that occurred from dominating another team. You never know you could feel so close to coworkers until you play a round of dodge ball with them. Plus there is always the satisfaction of nailing that person at work that always drives you crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-1198137396948989182?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/1198137396948989182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=1198137396948989182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1198137396948989182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/1198137396948989182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-and-dodgeball.html' title='Dreams and Dodgeball'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-7922343627495947507</id><published>2008-06-30T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:01:58.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it from gossip girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was on the second to last episode for the season and it happened....I got a virus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SGm6G_5A1KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m_kCvg_UBvs/s1600-h/gossip+girl+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217906272677975202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SGm6G_5A1KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m_kCvg_UBvs/s320/gossip+girl+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been downloading and watching episodes of gossip girl from slide reel and did not have a problem with it until last week. When I went to download episode 17, spy ware was downloaded on to my computer. When it comes to this type of stuff I have no idea what to do, and naturally I panicked. Eventually I had a really good friend take a look at it is now fixed. But I have learned my lesson, no more downloading shows from random websites. I downloaded the last two episodes from itunes to be on the safe side. Luckily I did not have my whole computer crash to learn this lesson, and now I will be more cautious when it comes to such things. And the best part is...that gossip girl would be the reason that I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SGm6G_5A1KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m_kCvg_UBvs/s1600-h/gossip+girl+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-7922343627495947507?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/7922343627495947507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=7922343627495947507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7922343627495947507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/7922343627495947507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-it-from-gossip-girl.html' title='I got it from gossip girl'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Vxa40stZ20/SGm6G_5A1KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/m_kCvg_UBvs/s72-c/gossip+girl+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-942125883625551018</id><published>2008-06-27T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:02:35.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>readable</title><content type='html'>I am currently in the process of "personalizing" my blog.  Okay so this process may have started three weeks ago, but as of now it (the blog) is still struggling.  But this "construction zone" has made me a little reluctant in adding new posts, only because it is not readable.  Final today I break my blog silence.  I am adding a new post in the hopes that eventually one day it will seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-942125883625551018?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/942125883625551018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=942125883625551018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/942125883625551018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/942125883625551018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/06/readable.html' title='readable'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720949959947320957.post-143180635438414131</id><published>2008-05-27T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:30:09.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TaDa</title><content type='html'>Well it is official...I am a blogger.  It has only taken four months of me saying that I was going to do this to actually make it happen.  I am happy to say that I have finally accomplished it.  Mostly it started with the fact that I just graduated from college and I felt like blogging was the next step.  So here I am, get excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720949959947320957-143180635438414131?l=downwithdede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/feeds/143180635438414131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720949959947320957&amp;postID=143180635438414131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/143180635438414131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720949959947320957/posts/default/143180635438414131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwithdede.blogspot.com/2008/05/tada.html' title='TaDa'/><author><name>dede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449268275982554517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
