<?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-4301981859377213149</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:08.272-07:00</updated><category term='family life'/><category term='babble'/><title type='text'>Flashing Lights</title><subtitle type='html'>a generic blog dedicated to the inconsistent thoughts of a psycho wife and Mother to 4...Mother of 4-- not wife to 4. You probably got that the first time. yep!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-10375995933550496</id><published>2008-12-15T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:22:16.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it</title><content type='html'>Use the first letter of your first name to answer these questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Deanna&lt;br /&gt;Four Letter Word: duck&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: Deandrea (rofl-- Joe's ex's name)&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Dominatrix&lt;br /&gt;Color: Denim #1560BD&lt;br /&gt;Something You Wear: diamond ring ;)&lt;br /&gt;Beverage: Diet coke!!!&lt;br /&gt;Food: deviled eggs&lt;br /&gt;Something Found in a Bathroom: deep conditioner &lt;br /&gt;Place: Denio's Roseville auction&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for Being Late: Sex? lol&lt; &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;irty sex ;)&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: damn it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-10375995933550496?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/10375995933550496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=10375995933550496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/10375995933550496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/10375995933550496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-4444409662380157018</id><published>2008-12-10T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:32:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first one of these....</title><content type='html'>I got this from Amy.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the eyebrows are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coincidental&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are a Bette!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.bette_.jpg" alt="mm.bette_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bettes&lt;/span&gt; are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Stand up for yourself... and me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be confident, strong, and direct.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Give me space to be alone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Bette   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being independent and self-reliant    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being able to take charge and meet challenges head on    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being courageous, straightforward, and honest    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* getting all the enjoyment I can out of life    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* upholding just causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Bette   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* being restless and impatient with others' incompetence    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* never forgetting injuries or injustices    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* putting too much pressure on myself    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bettes&lt;/span&gt; as Children Often    &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are sometimes loners    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* seize control so they won't be controlled   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* figure out others' weaknesses    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* attack verbally or physically when provoked    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bettes&lt;/span&gt; as Parents   &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* are sometimes overprotective    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* can be demanding, controlling, and rigid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;             Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at href&lt;/span&gt;="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-4444409662380157018?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4444409662380157018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=4444409662380157018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4444409662380157018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4444409662380157018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-one-of-these.html' title='my first one of these....'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-7153385473647732470</id><published>2008-12-10T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:31:52.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST96maEpcEI/AAAAAAAAACg/SE-QQCs9-Cc/s1600-h/sf+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278072088553943106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST96maEpcEI/AAAAAAAAACg/SE-QQCs9-Cc/s320/sf+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST953Z1UZFI/AAAAAAAAACY/LAsqJtPj75s/s1600-h/IMG10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278071281035797586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST953Z1UZFI/AAAAAAAAACY/LAsqJtPj75s/s320/IMG10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy, no, I am ECSTATIC that my 9ers have been doing so well lately :) I know it's only 2 games, but it's a start! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the Bills and the Jets aren't 2 of the best teams, but they aren't exactly the Rams or the Lions either hahaha baby steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can imagine my extreme happiness when I came home from work today to find my first gift, a very nice 49er sweatshirt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at work I had to fill out a check request form since I am in charge of purchasing the center pieces for our work "Holiday Party"; I inadvertently had written the request date as 12/9/75 :rolleyes: my birthDATE LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave our Finance Administrator a good laugh. :) see? I am funny...rofl j/k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the post office to send of my secret santa gift off...I didn't know it would take a while. Sorry, babe. Hope it doesn't take too long 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hope it's enough!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the address at home, and had to make an emergency call to La. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called LoriP the convo went something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Lori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she: Deanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: I need a favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she: I'm not near a computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: shit. Do you know {my secret santa person's} address&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she: Oh, let me see, I just happen to have my ____ address book in my purse. LOLOLOLOL who does that? you know I'm crazy when I just happen to have a _____phone book and a _____phone book in my purse hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;D: Hahhahaahahaha LOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I called you for a reason! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she saved the day! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay! I got my viva la juicy perfume tonight! It smells so gooooood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST9-GrlixOI/AAAAAAAAACw/b13wuknY5Bg/s1600-h/Viva-La-Juicy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278075941546018018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST9-GrlixOI/AAAAAAAAACw/b13wuknY5Bg/s320/Viva-La-Juicy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-7153385473647732470?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7153385473647732470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=7153385473647732470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7153385473647732470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7153385473647732470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/ST96maEpcEI/AAAAAAAAACg/SE-QQCs9-Cc/s72-c/sf+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-6039833527189038330</id><published>2008-12-04T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:51:54.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading makes me sleepy</title><content type='html'>so lately I've been reading a lot. I have loved to read ever since I learned how! LOL seriously though  I have.  I remember in high school each quarter in English we had to read some sort of 'required reading'  book. Once in a while the storyline just would not grab my attention so I just wouldn't read it. My Mom, who normally would not accept excuse for non compliance,   didn't seem to make a big deal about my not reading certain books...probably cutting me some slack because I read constantly. (I've reread catcher in the rye a few times as an adult LoL) Since having children, my reading times has come to an almost complete halt. I cannot keep my eyes open once I sit still!&lt;br /&gt;Joe has bought me a few Dean Koontz hardbacks and they have taken me forever to finish--  one almost 5 yaers hahaha. So NOT kidding. I've noticed that a couple of my daughters have a slight interest in reading, and it would be down right shameful if I didn't do my part in developing that interest. So lately we have been going to the library more often. I plan to take them Saturday in fact. (I went yesterday before picking them up) and No, I haven't read any of the Twilight series yet! LOL though I have to be honest, all the buzz about the books had a dominoe effect in my thought process which lead to my getting back to reading. My mind is a scary place, I tell ya. I still can't keep my eyes open. Last night I fell asleep by 9 o'clock reading a Janet Evanovich Stephanie Plum novel. Hey Jack, if you're reading this, what is the name of that Patricia Cornwell book you were reading? I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just thought I'd share my rediscovery with y'all  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-6039833527189038330?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6039833527189038330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=6039833527189038330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6039833527189038330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6039833527189038330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-makes-me-sleepy.html' title='Reading makes me sleepy'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-3967628827382482310</id><published>2008-12-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:30:01.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;That one word about sums up what is Deanna. LOL. This pic may look like a mess up to you, but it is one of my favs of the group. I think it's dramatic. LOL I like it. The whole group of these pics are ridiculous. Naya giving a "how to" on towel wrapping your hair after a shower. This kid is nuts. :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/STS5d5Cj8CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q31649OrUw4/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/STS5d5Cj8CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q31649OrUw4/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-3967628827382482310?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3967628827382482310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=3967628827382482310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3967628827382482310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3967628827382482310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dramatic.html' title='Dramatic.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/STS5d5Cj8CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q31649OrUw4/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-7035387403246625954</id><published>2008-11-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:16:04.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am extremely Thankful for my friends and Family :)  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving all &lt;br /&gt;:kisses:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-7035387403246625954?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7035387403246625954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=7035387403246625954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7035387403246625954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7035387403246625954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-1848209475496688946</id><published>2008-11-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:59:26.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgot my glasses today...</title><content type='html'>sucks. I'm not sure why. I've spent the last mmmm say about 5 years not wearing them at all then forget them 1 day after continuous use for oh about six weeks and it's a problem...??? wtf. I'm weird I know. Probably because my prescription is finally right LOL now I can't believe that I was going around all this time without em. it's like I'm working, DRIVING, all while buzzed or something. Now watch I'll end up with a headache. No, not now...about 4 o'clock. When I'll finally be off of work FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS!!! woot woot :P&lt;br /&gt;C-Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-1848209475496688946?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1848209475496688946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=1848209475496688946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/1848209475496688946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/1848209475496688946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgot-my-glasses-today.html' title='forgot my glasses today...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-5973434732596277215</id><published>2008-11-21T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:38:00.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a feelin'...</title><content type='html'>freakin Boston. I've had that blasted song stuck in my head for a week now. Could be worse I guess. It could be a Jonas Bros song or something. LOL. I'm so not kidding though. my girls are at that age where they pick the worst song on the radio as their fav and play it over and over...(rolleyes)  like that stupid Taylor Swift song  ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-5973434732596277215?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5973434732596277215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=5973434732596277215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/5973434732596277215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/5973434732596277215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-feelin.html' title='More than a feelin&apos;...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-8463629150825639483</id><published>2008-11-18T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:50:48.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Stubs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SSOMrds-6mI/AAAAAAAAACA/cnnG9SlsdK4/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SSOMrds-6mI/AAAAAAAAACA/cnnG9SlsdK4/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our beautiful and sweet stay cat. We are a Family of jokesters. My kids know that mama is crazy and they are just as funny (I am funny, damnit.) One night I told Naya that she had to pack up her things and move out. She asked me why with a half smile on her face. I told her because mommy and daddy always wanted 3 kids and 5 cats and  since she was the last one to join the Family it was only fair that she be the first one to go, then we could take in Stubs and our dream would come true...she still had the smile on her face when she asked if she could spend the night on Fridays, I told her that she could sometimes...we then laughed and hugged. Then she asked me if she really did move out would we let Stubs in because she really wanted him to have a home-- she had tears in her eyes. Shit. My "joke" totally backfired. Fudgesicles. I explained to her that he could be our outside cat. We would feed him and give him water and love him, but he had to stay outside otherwise we'd have to get rid of one of our pets and that wouldn't be very responsible or fair. She told me that she would help feed him and that she wouldn't want to get rid of any of our 4 other cats anyway. Sigh. I know that she has a tender heart and LOVES animals, so I learned my lesson. I think. LOL. Well, here he is. Beautiful boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SSOMrXwcR7I/AAAAAAAAACI/p3mwl9uM7qM/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SSOMrXwcR7I/AAAAAAAAACI/p3mwl9uM7qM/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-8463629150825639483?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8463629150825639483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=8463629150825639483' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/8463629150825639483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/8463629150825639483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-stubs.html' title='Meet Stubs...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SSOMrds-6mI/AAAAAAAAACA/cnnG9SlsdK4/s72-c/IMG_1082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-7978650395372028952</id><published>2008-11-17T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:59:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it...</title><content type='html'>OMG, I so suck. I KNOW I suck LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think setting up mobile blogger should help...we'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I just passed by the back window in my room (sliding glass door) and glanced outside-- we have a "pet" stray cat that sleeps right at our window, he is missing his tail so we call him 'stubs' LOL...well, Stubs was surrounded by a Family of at least 6 big ass RACCOONS! WTF?! I have NEVER seen a raccoon IRL let alone 6 inches from my face! I exclaimed "Oh shit!!" and Joe was all like (yes, this is how I talk LOL) "what? what? what?" lol because I really couldn't answer; I wanted to keep looking at them before they all ran off. As soon as they all left Stubs started sitting right in front of the door pawing at the glass. Poor baby. I *wish* I could let him in, but we have taken in the last 2 strays that have befriended our Family. My hubs has put his long ass foot down ;( besides, there are SOOOO many strays in this neighborhood I would end up with 20 cats. You never know, Stubs could have some kind of disease and pass it to my kiddies. I always tell the girls not to pet Stubbies, but I know they do anyway. He kinda makes it not an option. He purrs on every one of us when we go oustide and if you don't pay attention to him he will lightly bite you. He is so freakin adorable. I'm going to try to get a pic of the Raccons; I'll get one of Stubs while I'm at it...but we've lived in this house for 2 1/2 years and this is the first time I have ever saw a raccoon. (sigh) I wanna see them again! LOL Are raccoons mean? or just mischievious? hmmm...off to google :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-7978650395372028952?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7978650395372028952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=7978650395372028952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7978650395372028952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7978650395372028952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-2500513095155438389</id><published>2008-11-14T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:17:56.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!!</title><content type='html'>hahahahahahaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-2500513095155438389?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2500513095155438389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=2500513095155438389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2500513095155438389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2500513095155438389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='BOO!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-2166486773744035453</id><published>2008-08-01T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:16:24.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...I suck!!&lt;br /&gt;We've had a lot going on. I am now addicted to the mobster app on myspace. I wish Joe would have never applied the game to my profile. Yes. he did. He sent me an invite then logged into my account and accepted the ivitation he sent! fuckin crazy bastard! but I bet he regrets it...everytime I sit at the computer he groans. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;my babies come home tomorrow. Goodness I've missed them! I promised them a welcome home party so I better get up early and make sure to get that set up :)  ahhhh "get up early" that sounds HORRIBLE! lol yep, summer is OVER.  &lt;br /&gt;I went maternity clothes shopping with Jack and the boys...it was fun :) the boys are so big! and lil Jake loves to talk! competition! lmao&lt;br /&gt;this feels good. I think i'll make more of an effort. i'm going to take pics of us this weekend doin our thing so the next few posts will have pics.&lt;br /&gt;love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-2166486773744035453?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2166486773744035453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=2166486773744035453' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2166486773744035453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2166486773744035453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-5021023204758934842</id><published>2008-08-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:04:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day to CELEBRATE!!</title><content type='html'>It's Inessa's 9th birthday today :)  it is truly a day to celebrate for 1, she has been gone all summer and I miss all 4 of them! and # 2 she has tested the shiiiiitt out of me for the past 9 years that every year is a true miracle! nah just kiddin'  I love my baby...she actually reminds me of....well, ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-5021023204758934842?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5021023204758934842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=5021023204758934842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/5021023204758934842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/5021023204758934842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-to-celebrate.html' title='a day to CELEBRATE!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-3893548200321005574</id><published>2008-06-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:40:57.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now it's my problem</title><content type='html'>all day long I  tell my clients "don't make his (or her) problem yours" Joe and I have been planning to renew our vows next June...now we have more to think about regarding the issue so maybe not. I AM NOT PREGNANT! I know how y'all think :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from my phone...so weird.&lt;br /&gt;we're thinking of getting I- phones. hmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick  for a week. feeling lots better now.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-3893548200321005574?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3893548200321005574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=3893548200321005574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3893548200321005574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3893548200321005574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-its-my-problem.html' title='now it&apos;s my problem'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-2204049492871184922</id><published>2008-06-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:34:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama....</title><content type='html'>so my Mom informs me that she reads my blog. i don't know how she even knew what a blog was or that I had one,  rather. She kicked me in the butt (literally) for my bad language. Hahahaaaa....Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, Alissa, my oldest is going through some hormonal changes. She needs to slow her roll if she plans to transition into actual teenage years. Yes! Alissa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-2204049492871184922?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2204049492871184922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=2204049492871184922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2204049492871184922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2204049492871184922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/mama.html' title='Mama....'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-6799694722948570223</id><published>2008-06-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:18:23.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soon to be kidless</title><content type='html'>my mom and Dad are picking the girls up for the SUMMER. wow! They will leave Thursday....when I copme home from work, they'll already be on their way to SoCal. Lucky ol girls! they get to soak up sun, go on day trips, swim in Grandma's pool hang out with their cousins and just live the spoiled life for 8 weeks lol&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mommy and Daddy all alone...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;well, kinda. my sister asked if she could come stay the summer here since her room will be over run (she's staying at the 'rents house for now)&lt;br /&gt;I am so very exhausted! we spent the weekend partying lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-6799694722948570223?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6799694722948570223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=6799694722948570223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6799694722948570223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6799694722948570223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/soon-to-be-kidless.html' title='soon to be kidless'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-4778453327395751246</id><published>2008-06-06T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:39:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation complete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEosmpdsB2I/AAAAAAAAABk/lV6uE8uK7yQ/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209024961484425058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEosmpdsB2I/AAAAAAAAABk/lV6uE8uK7yQ/s200/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEosmM2x3zI/AAAAAAAAABc/3pB5w5k1Tic/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209024953805037362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEosmM2x3zI/AAAAAAAAABc/3pB5w5k1Tic/s200/IMG_0218.JPG" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay here is before and after! what do you think? Joe says it's too dark...it won't be quite this dark. I won't shampoo for at least 24 hours, then it will take 3 shampoos before it sets to the color it will be...that seems to be my experience anyway :) let me know what you think!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-4778453327395751246?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4778453327395751246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=4778453327395751246' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4778453327395751246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4778453327395751246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/transformation-complete.html' title='Transformation complete!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEosmpdsB2I/AAAAAAAAABk/lV6uE8uK7yQ/s72-c/IMG_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-4148992201706598302</id><published>2008-06-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:58:51.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new look</title><content type='html'>I'm moments away from coloring my hair. It's time to darken up again :) the last couple of times I've tried to darken my base, it comes right out and ends up super brassy (yes, I've toned! lol) I am trying a new brand and the corresponding developer (in a lower peroxide percentage) we'll see what happens...since it's Friday night (woot woot!!) I'll post a complete look =D bet ur super stoked ;) brb&lt;br /&gt;\Muah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-4148992201706598302?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4148992201706598302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=4148992201706598302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4148992201706598302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/4148992201706598302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-look.html' title='a new look'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-533993588473258159</id><published>2008-06-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:37:55.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my makeup of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9PsjyJI/AAAAAAAAABE/yOI7RIzK-iY/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637222099863698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9PsjyJI/AAAAAAAAABE/yOI7RIzK-iY/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay, day 1. I am so NOT a morning person! That being said, I put my makeup on sitting criss cross applesauce on my bed (I don't want to leave it!) Dang, mascara and eyeliner dry way to quick when the fan is on lol not only am I NOT a morning person, I am apparently too lazy to turn off the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9PsjyKI/AAAAAAAAABM/blmfW_Svw8k/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637222099863714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9PsjyKI/AAAAAAAAABM/blmfW_Svw8k/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lip choice is really too dark (dramatic?) for day time...I wear nude colored gloss to work daily. I just did this for pic purposes.I really need to start doing something with my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9fsjyLI/AAAAAAAAABU/kjWVw9whlD4/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208637226394831026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9fsjyLI/AAAAAAAAABU/kjWVw9whlD4/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-533993588473258159?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/533993588473258159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=533993588473258159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/533993588473258159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/533993588473258159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-makeup-of-day.html' title='my makeup of the day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEjL9PsjyJI/AAAAAAAAABE/yOI7RIzK-iY/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-7669698250644638322</id><published>2008-06-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:04:42.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an idea</title><content type='html'>as I said before in an earlier post, i have been lurking at tooons of makeup blogs....I think I will randomly take pics of my makeup looks and post. This is a popular thing with makeup blogs!should I start of with one right now? I applied my makeup at 6 this morning and it's almost 9pm...whatever, I will anyway! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**after taking and loading pics, I've decided to start fresh tomorrow! eeew yucky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-7669698250644638322?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7669698250644638322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=7669698250644638322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7669698250644638322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/7669698250644638322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-idea.html' title='just an idea'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-2965486272552396170</id><published>2008-06-04T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:29:47.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gah!</title><content type='html'>I really REALLY hate my fucking job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-2965486272552396170?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2965486272552396170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=2965486272552396170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2965486272552396170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/2965486272552396170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/gah.html' title='gah!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-3605273889025247828</id><published>2008-06-03T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:25:24.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another blog!</title><content type='html'>So today I had the opportunity to take some clients (1) to volunteer at another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NFP&lt;/span&gt; agency. It went fairly well, but I just wish our "contracts manager" would get these guys some paying jobs!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;...he's always off talking to people in the office or anywhere around campus, trying to make "small talk" conversations with the rest of us-- it's beyond irritating!! I tell ya! what i hate the most is when he says "hey guys, I'm on your side" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, I could just spit fire when he says that bullshit. He's one of those people who would probably be extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;likable&lt;/span&gt; if he could just be himself for 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; minutes. He's too busy trying to analyze your thought process and tailor his personality around who he thinks he should be around you. So irritating. Enough about work before I become suicidal! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Alena was giving me the low down on her butterfly life cycle project...I love how she explains everything so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;-- she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt; I told her how pretty she was and she responded with "I know, I get that a lot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haaa&lt;/span&gt;!! gotta love that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa, my big girl, I can't believe I am the mother of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;*teen (almost 12!!!) she makes me feel so old! she is a very smart kid and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very blessed person. I am surrounded by awesome people wherever I go. Sometimes I just have these realizations and I feel completely humbled. I have amazing friends, who I LOVE, both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt; and "virtually" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt; I have a truly giving and loving extended family and the most precious children and a fabulous (and hot!) husband who all unconditionally love me. I know I have way more than I deserve :) I am truly grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-3605273889025247828?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3605273889025247828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=3605273889025247828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3605273889025247828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3605273889025247828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-day-another-blog.html' title='another day, another blog!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-3711426599223536714</id><published>2008-06-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:06:50.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A coupla' things...</title><content type='html'>How open are you with info?&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much blab everything.&lt;br /&gt;About me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; is gonna have a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;squeal!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope her hubby doesn't read this...he'll pretty much be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever am reincarnated and have a choice as to what to come back as I would choose to be a man. I mean think about it, while they don't have boobs, they still have total access to them. Plus, once they become Fathers, they totally have the easier end of the deal. Things are optional when you are a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky bastards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, they don't get to wear makeup. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;well, not usually anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the worst parent ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me for what I'm about to tell you...wait, go ahead. Seriously, you're going to think whatever you think no matter what I say....right? okay. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember my Mother has been giving me this one message. I distinctly remember my Mom pulling my shoulder back and growling into my ear &lt;strong&gt;"THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK!!"&lt;/strong&gt; well....I guess I never caught on. (00)&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW there was a time when I would cringe at the thought of ANYBODY using any sort of foul language in front of their children let alone TO their children.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I am so going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely daughters and I were having a conversation in the car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regarding&lt;/span&gt; "sack lunch" on our way to the store. See, I buy their school lunch without exception for the simple fact that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) it's cheap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) it's easy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) no 'forgotten' lunches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first few years my kids went to school they took their lunch...they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beggggged&lt;/span&gt; to buy lunch. No.&lt;br /&gt;Now we buy lunch and guess what? you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the end of the year, they are all having one last field trip which requires the kids to bring their lunches. No problem. I can deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__back to topic__ (heart pounding)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inessa was asking me what her options were as to what to bring...we finally agreed on a sandwich, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of fruit, and a small bag of chips. (She first wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lunchable&lt;/span&gt; then quickly changed her mind once I said she could but would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fore go&lt;/span&gt; the chips)&lt;br /&gt;here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;she said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, Mama...can I have TWO sandwiches?"&lt;br /&gt;and I said &lt;strong&gt;(WITHOUT THINKING)&lt;/strong&gt;...............*&lt;em&gt;deep breath*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe I better not...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;, fuck it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "dang Inessa! you're going to be a fat ass when you're older"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O-M-G!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly put my hand over my mouth and gasped&lt;br /&gt;she replied &lt;em&gt;"oh, Mama! you're so funny"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;If my Mom would have said that to me I would've cried.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...what message are we sending our young girls? with all the negative body image crap that they have to deal with. I know. Trust me when I say this, even if she does happen to be (or have a) fat ass when she is older, &lt;strong&gt;I WILL NOT TELL HER THAT&lt;/strong&gt;. I will simply try to teach my beautiful girls to make healthy decisions. My girls have loads of self esteem. I want them to stay that way. I love them with everything that I have to give. Had I said yes, the next thing she would have asked would've been if she could forget the sandwiches altogether and just have a whole big bag of chips-- she pushes it like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alena told me that I was a sweet and loving Mother after I told her to stay on the side of the parking lot row so she wouldn't get run over.&lt;br /&gt;These kids are great.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me smiling and laughing (most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest daughter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Naya&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; funny. (she must get it from me)&lt;br /&gt;this is the daughter who asked me if Jesus was the son of God. When I answered yes, she replied "well right now Jesus is hurting my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day she told me I was her precious angel...I told her she was such a sweetie. She then told me that I was her 'miracle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be gentle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-3711426599223536714?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3711426599223536714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=3711426599223536714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3711426599223536714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/3711426599223536714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/coupla-things.html' title='A coupla&apos; things...'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-6461507427491344120</id><published>2008-06-01T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:37:12.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Weekend Reflection</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a total "movie weekend". I went with Jackie to see the Sex in the City movie, after many "sold out" venues, we decided to go back to her house and buy tickets online for the next open show wherever it was available. We ended up buying tickets for a 10pm show at the closest theatre, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! we had about 3.5 hours to chill out. Jack decided that she wanted to re wash and re do her hair. Man! that girls goes through A LOT of work to do her hair!!! After she blow dried her hair, she looked something like Chaka Kahn...seriously!! lol She started straightening her wild mane, then got to the "hard part" I told her I would help her. Her hair straightened well in some parts but were still frizzy in other parts. The plan was to curl it after we straightened anyway so we just kept on lol I rolled the top part of her hair in rollers then curled the bottoms ends with the straightener (yes, a good straightener is very versatile!!) When we were finished, her hair was the shit! She changed and gave me the cutest shirt to barrowthen we left! yes, her hair took that long! but so worth it-- she even felt better :) &lt;3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedis&lt;/span&gt;, getting our makeup done at MAC, getting all dressed up, going out for drinks and sushi, then watching the flick. Totally goofy, eh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; she asked me why I didn't tell her, it was partly because she is so sensible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; but mostly because I hadn't been feeling well the last week or so :(&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome! now, if you didn't watch the show THIS WON'T BE THE TIME TO START! People were telling me about the bad reviews it was getting, and putting in their personal opinions about how stupid it is to go, but since when have a gave a fuck about what other people think? why would I start now?! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we took the girls to the drive in since a) this will be the last summer that the last drive in theatre in Sacramento will be in operation&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;b) my Mom will be picking the girls up in a week and a half and they will be gone until school starts! I want to do things with them before they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is the first time we have taken the girls to the drive in. The girls had NEVER been to a drive in movie! man, we LIVED at the drive in when we were growing up, in fact we hardly ever went to a traditional movie theatre... Joe said the same thing! Well, heck! 2 movies, kids 11 and younger free...2 movies, 6 people, $13.50?! get the fuck out!!!&lt;br /&gt;We saw Indiana Jones and the _________, I forgot the rest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good, I remember watching all 3 of the other movies at the drive in...hmmm...wtf were the other movies about? give me a break, that was almost 20 years ago *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;* damn, I'm old. I do remember in elementary school this boy used to call me "Indiana Jones and the temple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dukie&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eeewww&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dukie&lt;/span&gt;" is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;foooowwwllll&lt;/span&gt; ass word! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't really referring to me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dukie&lt;/span&gt;, just as Indiana Jones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Whatev&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The second movie showing (gotta LOVE the drive in!!) was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Drillbit&lt;/span&gt; Taylor" pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; funny!&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired by the time we went home, I was driving since Joe had been drinking earlier that day. I was so tired I felt "drunk" (0_0)&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. Joe went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; fight at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ARCO&lt;/span&gt;, it's just the girls and I. We have big plans which include...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tadadaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;***** going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;WALMart&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;whooot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;whooottt&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do it, we do it BIG!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good ass day, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;oh wait...how the hell do I tell people I have a blog? How does this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; work?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-6461507427491344120?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6461507427491344120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=6461507427491344120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6461507427491344120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6461507427491344120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-reflection.html' title='Weekend Reflection'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301981859377213149.post-6450314753986005790</id><published>2008-05-31T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:16:50.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babble'/><title type='text'>Flashing Lights the Blog</title><content type='html'>So, I &lt;em&gt;*think*&lt;/em&gt; I've decided to start blogging. My idea is to just jot down thoughts, happenings, interests-- hopefully daily. I may just test it all out &lt;em&gt;"for a while"&lt;/em&gt; before I even tell anyone...just to see if this is something that I will actually keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of blog reading lately, mainly searching and reading makeup blogs..LOL..I know, you may not understand BUT I LOOOVE makeup. If you know me, you know this!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure I am that interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARGGHH...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I insecure? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda stupid doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaaahaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do laugh a lot in real life. Maybe even annoyingly so.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will be the end of my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4301981859377213149-6450314753986005790?l=flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6450314753986005790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4301981859377213149&amp;postID=6450314753986005790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6450314753986005790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4301981859377213149/posts/default/6450314753986005790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flashinglightstheblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashing-lights-blog.html' title='Flashing Lights the Blog'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01774530181773368281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZww5BMUyWM/SEHCh_sjyGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cjHEITC5CG0/S220/HPIM6880.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
