<?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-4023465375291382927</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:33:33.573-05:00</updated><category term='ninety'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='eight questions'/><category term='age'/><category term='childless'/><category term='me'/><category term='poem'/><category term='survey'/><category term='heros'/><category term='911'/><category term='summer fun'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Dancing Daisies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-4263420762369213538</id><published>2008-09-11T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:57:36.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heros'/><title type='text'>We will never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SM0YLqZUooI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nYXHEjqVRKM/s1600-h/911.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SM0YLqZUooI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nYXHEjqVRKM/s320/911.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245875729594622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-4263420762369213538?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/4263420762369213538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/4263420762369213538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='We will never forget'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SM0YLqZUooI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nYXHEjqVRKM/s72-c/911.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-6057443498304745792</id><published>2008-09-07T14:50:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:49:36.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><title type='text'>Where o where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Ok...so it has been ages since I updated here. This summer just kept us oh so busy and Labor Day came and went so quickly. The girls kept me hopping all summer long. We went and did a lot of fun things and didn't get to half of what we still wanted to do. We also spent a lot of lazy days by Grandma's pool. Who can complain of that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school has started and I now have a 2nd grader and a 6th grader and all the extracuricular activities that fall along with them. My poor little Boo wants to go to school like the big girls and cries just about every day when they leave for the bus. Hopefully preschool will be in her near future, for my sake and hers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here a few pics of our summer fun. We have alot of fall activities planned so I will update with all that fun at a later time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMx7Wy5oaII/AAAAAAAAAEw/bpxa9mdbnvE/s1600-h/katie_lucas_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMx7Wy5oaII/AAAAAAAAAEw/bpxa9mdbnvE/s320/katie_lucas_beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245703297530620034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQqzBBwLYI/AAAAAAAAADk/1nl07tBx8ww/s1600-h/DSCF4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQqzBBwLYI/AAAAAAAAADk/1nl07tBx8ww/s320/DSCF4750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243362922103582082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQrcTNLVQI/AAAAAAAAADs/FBZRjXHe9JM/s1600-h/DSCF4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQrcTNLVQI/AAAAAAAAADs/FBZRjXHe9JM/s320/DSCF4832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243363631357973762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQsGYhXRYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G45PNQfIM4s/s1600-h/DSCF4976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQsGYhXRYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G45PNQfIM4s/s320/DSCF4976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243364354339325314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQsmEGzpVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yBYc8SgFv0o/s1600-h/DSCF5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQsmEGzpVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yBYc8SgFv0o/s320/DSCF5206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243364898615043410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQtYSh-rqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QLea7CQ4qx4/s1600-h/DSCF5253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQtYSh-rqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QLea7CQ4qx4/s320/DSCF5253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243365761480568482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more...this one is from a hail storm we had in the beginning of August. It was quite amazing!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQuWKv2H6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BoD50tISc_U/s1600-h/DSCF5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMQuWKv2H6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BoD50tISc_U/s320/DSCF5093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366824543133602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-6057443498304745792?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/6057443498304745792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/6057443498304745792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-o-where-have-i-been.html' title='Where o where have I been?'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SMx7Wy5oaII/AAAAAAAAAEw/bpxa9mdbnvE/s72-c/katie_lucas_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-5211822522893339077</id><published>2008-06-03T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:10:44.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Friendship at its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SEVOGgNxI4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Bfj0CUqgpyg/s1600-h/friendscartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207654417757709186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SEVOGgNxI4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Bfj0CUqgpyg/s320/friendscartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, well this came to me yesterday from my freind, Kim. It is not one of those cutesy, lovey dovey friendship poems. Nope, it the hardcore truth of friendship! Enjoy and feel free to pass on to your friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When you are sad -- I will jump on the person who made you sadlike a spider monkey jacked up on mountain dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask; 'because you are my friend'. Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-5211822522893339077?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/5211822522893339077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/5211822522893339077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/06/friendship-at-its-best.html' title='Friendship at its best'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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/_Bnmuzc5GPzU/SEVOGgNxI4I/AAAAAAAAADU/Bfj0CUqgpyg/s72-c/friendscartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-2921070445569101657</id><published>2008-05-27T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:45:42.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Another Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I know I haven’t been around here in a few days, but I can’t pass up on one of these. I just can’t. Let’s see what’s in my head for the day. It's getting late and I am tired so who knows what I will come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things That Scare Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. SHARKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Spiders (yeah kind of lame, but it was the second thing that popped into my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Losing my husband and/or my girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three People Who Make Me Laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1.Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. My brother ( his calling in life really is being a comedian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. My kids and hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Getting lost in a great book or movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Sleeping! (too bad I don't have this luxury anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Bad drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. clutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Don’t Understand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Computers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. My neighbors! ( where do these ppl come from ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Why some people have to mow there lawns 2-3x a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things On My Desk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. External hard drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Doing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. watching the dogs wrestle on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Listening to the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Travel, travel, travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. para sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. learn sign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Can Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Text pretty fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Kill those roll over minutes talking to my friends way to much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Can’t Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Drive a standard car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Speak a 2nd lang very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Great advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Your Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Your Husband ( but that goes both ways ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things You Should Never Listen To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Someone putting you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Negative Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I’d Like To Learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. How to play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Perhaps another Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Sign Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Favorite Foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Italian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2.Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:(Gosh, now this is hard!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Little House on the Prairie ( i would watch it all the time w/ my dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. 3's company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. The Smurfs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three Things I Regret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Not going to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Not finishing getting my Realtors License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Not sticking up for myself more in the past (luckily for me you live and learn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-2921070445569101657?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/2921070445569101657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/2921070445569101657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-survey.html' title='Another Survey'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-500381794989143482</id><published>2008-05-22T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:35:11.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>90?! Really, WOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am going to die at 90.  When are you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8693" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...so 90 is good. As long as I am able to still get around and be self sufficient. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, your turn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-500381794989143482?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/500381794989143482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/500381794989143482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/90-really-wow.html' title='90?! Really, WOW!!'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-1512745634227296256</id><published>2008-05-22T19:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:23:14.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eight questions'/><title type='text'>8 questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well this came my way via, email. So, I decided I would respond to that email here. I know you guys are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to see my answers!! Some of these were pretty easy to answer and some made me stop and think for a moment. Sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, most times, you start to loose your self as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; when you become a mother as your whole life now revolves around your kids and husband. I have to think about what I, Kristin love and cherish not how Kristin the Mom may answer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here it goes. Have fun and think about what your answers might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I’m passionate about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Wife and Mother&lt;br /&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;Nature and the outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Being a better person in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky Dive ( I know I’m crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Watch my children grow and find true happiness&lt;br /&gt;Go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;Buy land out in the country somewhere and build my  dream home.&lt;br /&gt;Get to know and play with my grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;Learn sign language&lt;br /&gt;Have enough money for a vacation spot, just a simple Cabin some where near the mountains or a beach house somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Go to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I say often&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me!?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where your shoes, flute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;...is!!&lt;br /&gt;Really&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;No way&lt;br /&gt;Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whatcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; learned this past year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to be content with everything in my life, and finally being content and not wanting more all the time feels great!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t always easy, but whatever it is I’m waiting for, is always worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Toddlers sure can be peculiar little creatures.&lt;br /&gt;It’s OK to be just me. I don’t have to compare myself with others. God made me the way He saw fit. I don’t have to keep up with anyone else. I have no one to impress but God, Mark and my girls.&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to step outside of your comfort box from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;I’m never too old to learn things.&lt;br /&gt;To have more faith in my husband :)&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 places you would love to travel to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Maine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-1512745634227296256?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/1512745634227296256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/1512745634227296256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-questions.html' title='8 questions'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023465375291382927.post-2785760257973492102</id><published>2008-05-17T23:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:52:48.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childless'/><title type='text'>The Childless Couple...</title><content type='html'>There is nothing sadder than a childless couple. It breaks my heart to see them relaxing around swimming pools in Florida, sitting all suntanned and miserable on the decks of their boats -- trotting off to Europe like lonesome fools. It's an empty life. Nothing but money to spend, more time to enjoy and a whole lot less to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor childless couple are so wrapped up in themselves, you have to feel sorry for them. They don't fight over the child's discipline, don't blame each other for the child's most obnoxious characteristics, and they miss all the fun of doing without for the child's sake. They just go along, doing whatever they want, buying what they want and liking each other. It's a pretty pathetic picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should have children. No one should be allowed to escape the wonderful experience that accompanies each stage in the development of the young -- the happy memories of sleepless nights, coughing spells, tantrums, diaper rash, debts, "dipso" baby sitters, saturated mattresses, emergencies and never-ending crises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dismal is the peaceful home without the constant childish problems that make a well-rounded life and an early breakdown; the tender, thoughtful discussions when the report card reveals the progeny to be one step below a moron; the end-of-the-day reunions with all the joyful happenings recited like well-placed blows to the temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are worth it. Every moment of anxiety, every sacrifice, every complete collapse pays off as a fine, sturdy adolescent is reached. The feeling of reward the first time you took the boy hunting -- he didn't mean to shoot you, the lad was excited. Remember how he cried? How sorry he was? And how much better you felt after the blood transfusion? These are the times a man with a growing son treasures -- memories that are captured forever in the heart and the limp.&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the night of romantic adventure when your budding daughter eloped with the village idiot. What childless couple ever shared in the stark realism of that drama? Aren't you a better man for having lived richly, fully, acquiring that tic in your left eye? Could a woman without children touch the strength and heroism of your wife as she tried to fling herself out of the bedroom window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The childless couple live in a vacuum. They fill their lonely days with golf, vacation trips, dinner dates, civic affairs, tranquility, leisure and entertainment. There is a terrifying emptiness without children, but the childless couple are too comfortable to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to look at them to see what the years have done: He looks boyish, unlined and rested; she's slim, well-groomed and youthful. It isn't natural. If they had had kids, they'd look like the rest of us -- worn out, wrinkled and exhausted.   Ann Landers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note to self you love your children with every ounce of your being...but a nice childless sounds really nice right about now.&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023465375291382927-2785760257973492102?l=dancingdaisies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/2785760257973492102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023465375291382927/posts/default/2785760257973492102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingdaisies.blogspot.com/2008/05/childless-couple.html' title='The Childless Couple...'/><author><name>Dancing Daisies</name><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></entry></feed>
