<?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-8360819346328363066</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:17.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-2985867408206731472</id><published>2010-04-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:25:33.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I got the pillows/table runner at Pottery Barn, on sale and that's why none of them match :)   But, that's how I wanted it.  I love the color orange so I added that as the accent color. I got all the brown furniture at RC Willies and the white furniture is Ikea.   Thanks for all the compliments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As promised a boy update...will come shortly! But as a teaser, kissing was more fun in my twenties, haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-2985867408206731472?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/2985867408206731472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=2985867408206731472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2985867408206731472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2985867408206731472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is...'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-6294562429625857500</id><published>2010-03-12T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:26:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Awhile back some of you were wanting to see pics of my house, so here they are...after a year of waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;small kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhgsq_T5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/eD0nrK2c810/s1600-h/HPIM0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhgsq_T5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/eD0nrK2c810/s320/HPIM0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447844282377392018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;view from the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhgK-nTJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XetHd5z09a4/s1600-h/HPIM0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhgK-nTJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XetHd5z09a4/s320/HPIM0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447844273332898962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dining room.  I need a rug big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhfA8pLeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gxhUeIqJx-0/s1600-h/HPIM0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhfA8pLeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gxhUeIqJx-0/s320/HPIM0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447844253460409826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhedjXF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/X3JvVMh2wu0/s1600-h/HPIM0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhedjXF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/X3JvVMh2wu0/s320/HPIM0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447844243959125858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qgnTRJyNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XFe23svzkv0/s1600-h/HPIM0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qgnTRJyNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XFe23svzkv0/s320/HPIM0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447843296305596626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more living room.  also needing a rug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qgm_ocpaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EG0akGuDQH0/s1600-h/HPIM0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qgm_ocpaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EG0akGuDQH0/s320/HPIM0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447843291034592674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been a very good blogger, so I'm trying to post things weekly.   So if you're looking at this leave a comment. Who knows, you might get a boy update if you do...just saying :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-6294562429625857500?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/6294562429625857500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=6294562429625857500&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/6294562429625857500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/6294562429625857500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2010/03/casa.html' title='Mi Casa'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5qhgsq_T5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/eD0nrK2c810/s72-c/HPIM0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-849319133328248651</id><published>2010-03-06T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:00:08.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVMCO (Eastern Valley Mormon Choral Organization)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night the choir I'm in had our Easter concert.  It was FANTASTIC!!  We sang to a sold out concert hall.  It was truly a sight to see.    Earlier in the week we had our final rehearsal and my friend comes up to me laughing.  She said the guys think we are singing "Cheese Sauce"  when we sing Jesus.   We couldn't stop laughing about it the rest of the night.  Especially during the song 'I Glory in my Jesus' when we sing that phrase a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L3aIvio7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Hc7Cu2Udt0/s1600-h/HPIM0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L3aIvio7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Hc7Cu2Udt0/s320/HPIM0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445686927839896498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to go on stage. UGH!  The dresses are hideous up close, but look great on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1_0lLV7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_cV4AfKuWcY/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1_0lLV7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_cV4AfKuWcY/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445685376239490994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily sings next to me and I love her voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1_bW7XDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UJOt1_0EUWw/s1600-h/HPIM0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1_bW7XDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UJOt1_0EUWw/s320/HPIM0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445685369468836914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie encouraged me to audition for the choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1-l3tSZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pTqEe6pHqv4/s1600-h/HPIM0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L1-l3tSZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pTqEe6pHqv4/s320/HPIM0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445685355110812050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As small group of the "Power house" back row.  We sing 2nd alto and belt it out like mad! We joke around about being an oreo because I'm the only blonde in between brunettes.  (I didn't get a pic of the girls who are on the right of me, who also have brown hair. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-849319133328248651?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/849319133328248651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=849319133328248651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/849319133328248651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/849319133328248651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2010/03/evmco-eastern-valley-mormon-choral.html' title='EVMCO (Eastern Valley Mormon Choral Organization)'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S5L3aIvio7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Hc7Cu2Udt0/s72-c/HPIM0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-8039844878050512574</id><published>2010-01-25T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:15:23.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a little crafty and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday afternoon I opened my bedroom door and saw this beautiful bird.  I walked out on my balcony and was lucky enough to get it's picture.  (this is my backyard, along with about 30 other condo's) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FS3F7oFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4a26TPNklsg/s1600-h/HPIM0178-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FS3F7oFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4a26TPNklsg/s320/HPIM0178-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924759728365650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing my zoom works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FSelE_0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/muoyMh4RVQA/s1600-h/HPIM0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FSelE_0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/muoyMh4RVQA/s320/HPIM0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924753148116802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my roommate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FRswtJrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z8YqN_yuwAI/s1600-h/HPIM0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FRswtJrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z8YqN_yuwAI/s320/HPIM0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924739775112882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Valorie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FQ0FPwcI/AAAAAAAAADw/A3gnMLsmV8o/s1600-h/HPIM0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FQ0FPwcI/AAAAAAAAADw/A3gnMLsmV8o/s320/HPIM0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430924724560445890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling crafty today.  This magnet board use to be just plain maroon.  Every time I'd walk by, I wanted to change it.  So today I walked out my door and thought, "today is the day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16ESgX0bhI/AAAAAAAAADo/9Mpl19AZU-M/s1600-h/HPIM0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16ESgX0bhI/AAAAAAAAADo/9Mpl19AZU-M/s320/HPIM0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430923654117748242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Michaels and bought white paint as a primer and yellow paint.  Then found these stickers and went to work.  The stickers were on sheets and then I placed them. Now I wish I could paint the wall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16ESPR2onI/AAAAAAAAADg/6sCnORNx8NE/s1600-h/HPIM0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16ESPR2onI/AAAAAAAAADg/6sCnORNx8NE/s320/HPIM0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430923649529324146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-8039844878050512574?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/8039844878050512574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=8039844878050512574&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/8039844878050512574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/8039844878050512574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-feeling-little-crafty-today-and.html' title='feeling a little crafty and such'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S16FS3F7oFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4a26TPNklsg/s72-c/HPIM0178-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-2561396296901493168</id><published>2010-01-20T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:02:43.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's great that the Fiesta Bowl is in my back yard.  I must say the drive out to Glendale is long!  I'm so happy to have gone to both bowl games for FREE!  And to have really great seats both times.  Ben and I met up with some of his friends and we happened to have two empty seats next to us so we told them to come join us.  The game was A-mazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S1f6jNlhLLI/AAAAAAAAADY/CKcSDecdGPY/s1600-h/HPIM0139_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S1f6jNlhLLI/AAAAAAAAADY/CKcSDecdGPY/s320/HPIM0139_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429083358667812018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from our seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S1f6isYpnBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/33zdrHpoM5Q/s1600-h/22139_1242549556509_1612444658_628297_5519614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S1f6isYpnBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/33zdrHpoM5Q/s320/22139_1242549556509_1612444658_628297_5519614_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429083349755468818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to make this blog private so I can share with you guys all the details.  Ah, the world of dating!  Yes, be glad you're not in it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-2561396296901493168?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/2561396296901493168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=2561396296901493168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2561396296901493168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2561396296901493168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2010/01/fiesta-bowl.html' title='Fiesta Bowl!'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/S1f6jNlhLLI/AAAAAAAAADY/CKcSDecdGPY/s72-c/HPIM0139_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-6273129291840089024</id><published>2009-11-05T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:19:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pb or not to Pb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SvPJxiIYprI/AAAAAAAAADE/7hfDonJ01B8/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SvPJxiIYprI/AAAAAAAAADE/7hfDonJ01B8/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400882230960105138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who says you have to spend a lot of money to have fun decorations?  I really like Pottery Barn styles, but not so much the prices on some things, like their center pieces.  I have to admit I've found killer deals at Pb, like getting decorative branches for 99 cents that were reg. 35 dollars a twig, or my fun random throw pillows for under 8 dollars a piece.   I wanted something new for fall because my big bowl of lemons just wasn't cutting it.  After wondering around Pb, I found the table runner on sale and got the idea for the center piece.  I went to Michael's to see what things they had and found the beaded twig things.  Came home to see if I had anything that would work and found the pears, apples, pine cones and candle holder.  After assembling the pieces that look like Pb , I spent around 35 dollars (candles were 25 dollars ugh!).  The center piece  I wanted to buy was 75 dollars.   So to buy Pb or not to buy Pb? That is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-6273129291840089024?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/6273129291840089024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=6273129291840089024&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/6273129291840089024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/6273129291840089024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-pb-or-not-to-pb.html' title='To Pb or not to Pb?'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SvPJxiIYprI/AAAAAAAAADE/7hfDonJ01B8/s72-c/IMG_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-4294599908833333221</id><published>2009-10-26T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:53:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What, I'm in a Choir?</title><content type='html'>I joined a choir called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EVMCO&lt;/span&gt; stands for Eastern Valley Mormon Coral Organization.  I have to say I'm deeply overwhelmed for the opportunity to sing with such talent.  I'm singing with people who have masters in vocal performance, who've sang professionally, and who have perfect pitch.  Needless so say, I'm not any of those things.  It's been awhile since I've had to audition for a choir, and I was happy it's wasn't too hard.  The last time was in Boise when I sang in a soloing woman's choir where we all sang solos and 2 group numbers.  At the audition I didn't know I was auditioning for a solo!!  The first day of practice I was like,  "WHAT!  You want me to sing that alone!!!??"  It was funny and they gave me the music; No backing out of it!   This time I just sang a hymn and did scales so they could hear my range.  I auditioned with 2 other girls and was happy to have the experience of singing solos so I wasn't so nervous.  All of us that auditioned in my group made the choir. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are singing a song in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accapella&lt;/span&gt;, along with some traditional Christmas songs that have been rearranged by the directors.  Sometimes at practice I just want to close my eyes and listen.  The music is so beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas Concert is called 'Sing We all Noel' and it's December 1o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in Mesa at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ikeda&lt;/span&gt; Performing Arts Center.  Wish you all could come and hear the magical music!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link that will tell you more about it. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evmco.org/t-video.aspx"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-4294599908833333221?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/4294599908833333221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=4294599908833333221&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/4294599908833333221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/4294599908833333221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-in-choir.html' title='What, I&apos;m in a Choir?'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-487608943328570292</id><published>2009-10-03T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:01:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm from the Country...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and I like it that way;  At least the music that is!  I went to the Brad Paisley concert on Thursday night. It was so good!  He played non stop for almost 2 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPkQbzGoI/AAAAAAAAACA/UJOJkO43GEI/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPkQbzGoI/AAAAAAAAACA/UJOJkO43GEI/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292594733357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sang two songs with just him and his guitar, no band.  The vocals were amazing and piercing.  He is truly an artist.  I've always liked his music but never realized how good he is.  He is kinda old school in the aspect of he really is in a band, not just a vocalist.   Every person in his band is unbelievable in their craft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPjlZ8GKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9QAuTCZhhwI/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPjlZ8GKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9QAuTCZhhwI/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292583182833826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went with my friend Lisa.  She also is moving in with me sometime this week.  She's great!  She's my wing man at parties and such a fun girl to have around.  She's really helped me move forward since the big D and gotten me out and involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPi6NeCKI/AAAAAAAAABw/m9Do6CA6ZRk/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPi6NeCKI/AAAAAAAAABw/m9Do6CA6ZRk/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292571587807394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had some great concert story about a fight or something but every one was well behaved.  Poor Brad Paisley kept having trouble with his mic and even said during singing "somethings wrong with this mic".  At one point a fan gave him dog tags and he put them on.  Then when he had a bread from playing he talked a little about it.  He thought they were the guys actual dog tags, as did I. But the guy had them made just for Brad and it had the name of the tour on them.  Brad thought that was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPiQPbV6I/AAAAAAAAABo/H9ysyYpCGRw/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPiQPbV6I/AAAAAAAAABo/H9ysyYpCGRw/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292560321730466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, while he was singing the song Being a Celebrity he changed one of the lyrics to say something about interrupting Taylor Swift during her speech.  Wish I could remember how he sang it because it was awesome!  Every one cheered really loud after that.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPhmkj8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/d2_L3v7bqzU/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPhmkj8oI/AAAAAAAAABg/d2_L3v7bqzU/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292549136085634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was so nice!  I think it was around 80 degrees.  I was cold but didn't complain because I haven't been cold since Christmas.  It was a nice feeling.  Now don't go hating me, I've dealt with my winter, now it's my so called summer season.  I can get out of the house and not die from 115 degree weather.  I hope to go see more concerts and enjoy being outside!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-487608943328570292?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/487608943328570292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=487608943328570292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/487608943328570292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/487608943328570292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-from-country.html' title='I&apos;m from the Country...'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/SscPkQbzGoI/AAAAAAAAACA/UJOJkO43GEI/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-3779038477850352921</id><published>2009-09-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:29:07.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally Blonde/fireside</title><content type='html'>As fall tradition my friend and I buy season tickets to the Broadway Musicals that come into town.  Our first one this year was Legally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blond&lt;/span&gt;.  I must say it was super cute!!  The bend and snap was awesome!  The music composers did a great job of capturing what the movie had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt;.  Elle's character was great and so was the crazy stylist.   We went to La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bocca&lt;/span&gt; on Mill Ave for dinner.  It's a cute little wine bar with great salads and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brochette&lt;/span&gt;.  Their pizza looked yummy too.   We had a really fun girls night out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday another friend and I went to a fireside.  I'm not going to sugar coat it, it was awful!   It's been a really long time, I'll take that back, I've never been to a fireside where I got nothing out of it.   I'm still not sure what the topic was.  Something to do with the plan of salvation and dating, mixed in with a bunch of sarcasm.  It was very interesting.  At times every one would laugh and I'd wonder what was so funny.  Then I realized I need to remember the maturity level of the group I'm with.  Then it made more sense.  It was like a train wreck.  You wanted to leave, but kept waiting to see if there was a point.   Hopefully someone got something out of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also like to comment about cell phones.  I see this older cute boy walk in and sit on the same row I was sitting on.  I look over and he has his phone out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;.  Honestly, it's a total turn off.  If you're going to a fireside pay attention.  It's interesting to see who is a cell phone junkie.  I've been on a date where the guy pulled out his phone every 30 min or so just to see who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;.  I finally asked him if he needed to leave and was his phone burning a hole in his pocket.  He laughed and admitted he was being rude and put his phone away.  For real, there needs to be a book written about dating and cell phones.  Maybe the title can be called 'How my Cell Phone ruined my Dating Life'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night wasn't a complete loss. We went to some boys house after and had a great time playing the card game Hearts.  There was great conversation and lots of laughter.  Even when things don't go as planned, luckily there is unexpected twist to make you smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-3779038477850352921?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/3779038477850352921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=3779038477850352921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/3779038477850352921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/3779038477850352921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/09/legally-blondefireside.html' title='Legally Blonde/fireside'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-2648903500921899340</id><published>2009-09-09T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:05:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To sink or swim?</title><content type='html'>Monday night was a swim party at some Bishops house in Mesa.  There is a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; singles scene here, so it's great to get out and meet other wards.  As usual, a mass text message is sent then trickles down from ward to ward.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend and I decide to go.  We drive all the flipping way to Mesa, like 20 miles and arrive at the Bishops house.  There were tons of cars outside so I was happy to not be one of the first people to arrive, like last time.  We venture to the backyard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!!  there were more boys than girls. My friend and I start mingling and we find ourselves talking with a boy named Randy.  I'm thinking he's kinda cute and would like to see if he'd ask me for my number.  But, he'll never do it if my friend is there.  So, she is great and figures out it's time to leave us.  (she is a great wing man at parties.  We get the dating scene and can pick up cues)   As soon as she leaves, he asks me for my number.  I'm not joking!  As he and I keep talking, I'm trying to figure out how old he is.  Let's face it, I'm not looking for a guy in school.  I'm looking for a man.  I never did ask.  But I'm thinking like 25.  Bummer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said bye to Mr. Randy and find my friend in the middle of some boys, none of which strike my interest.   (She and I have totally different taste.  To put it in H.S terms,  I like Jocks and she likes Band/drama/choir.)  She introduces me to the group of guys and I sit down and just enjoy the flow of conversation.  The guy sitting next to me starts chatting me up.  At first sight I'd guess he's probably 23.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Anyway, I keep taking to him.   His name is Bret with one T and last name Green like the color.  He asks me if he can get my number.  I said sure.  Why not?   At this point, my friend has ventured off from the group of guys.  I'm starting to get hungry and I'm ready to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find my friend and we are on our way out.  This guy stops us and says something about getting a hot dog for my friend earlier, but they were out so he wasn't able to get her one.  I'm thinking okay that's great.  Why do I need to know that.  My friend keeps walking as the guy is talking but since he is standing right in front of me, I can't walk into him,  so I was forced to stop.   I was trying to get away and told him we were leaving to get something to eat.  Big mistake on my part!  He jumps in with vigor and expresses how if there were hot dogs he'd love to get me one.  But since they are all out would I want to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; juice with him sometime?   I had to give the guy some credit.  He was good, and out of the two guys that asked me for my number he was the only one with a plan.  So I gave him my number.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my friend and I get back into my car I tell her about my nights experiences and ask her if she had the same luck.  I was sad to hear her say no.  :(   I've been thinking about that this week and the only reason I can think of is type preference.  I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blond &lt;/span&gt;with blue eyes.  She is has red hair and blue eyes.  More guys are attracted to girls with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair and blue eyes.  So her dating pool is a little bit smaller.   She is moving in with me in a few weeks, so maybe I can change her dating pool with a few highlights :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all these guys asking for my number, do I want to date any of them, no.  But with each guy I meet I'm one more close to the one.  So in dating, sometimes you sink and sometimes you swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-2648903500921899340?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/2648903500921899340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=2648903500921899340&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2648903500921899340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2648903500921899340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-sink-or-swim.html' title='To sink or swim?'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-895252463037581496</id><published>2009-09-07T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:51:52.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 1,2,3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay girls, here it goes. This is the beginning of my dating adventures. I think it will be fun to do a blog about my dating and social life. Which I hope picks up or this will be a very boring blog. haha So to start this new blog, I'll share with you what happened last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in Sunday Mormon tradition, I was invited to a game night. Since I'm new to the valley of the Sun (that is in the dating world) I try to go to every possible invite just to meet people. Last night was one of those nights. Game nights are always interesting. What type of people are going to arrive? Who's house am I going to? Is "the one" going to be there? Do I come dress up? Do I wear high heals? Hair up or down? Lip gloss or lip stick? Skinny jeans or dress? Oh so many questions and none of the answers really matter. That's the difference when you're dating at 29. You realize it doesn't matter and you move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we arrive at the designated casa only to find we are the first to arrive. No big deal, I guess it is Mormon standard time. 1 hour later the house was full. I ventured off to play a game called Bananagrams which is like scrabble but individual boards. The highlight from that game was they guy who spelled tits and cialis. Then the guy who kept saying, " umm that's a proper noun!" As if any of us knew what that was. All in all it was fun. The group of guys I was with were cute and funny. Except the tits and noun guys. Which then leaves two. Let me say that again. Two guys at the table were cute and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man complimenting me says," Shana your hair is like a blonde explosion. I really like how you matched your jacket with the white stripes in your shirt and how your yellow high heals match that yellow stripe in your shirt. You look really nice." Now, who says guys don't notice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating this time around is much easier, but still frustrating. You still have to find that Prince. A great friend of mine reminds me, "Shana, it just takes one!" Okay, I know. But why do I need to date 50 to get to one? Doesn't make mathematical sense, does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-895252463037581496?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/895252463037581496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=895252463037581496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/895252463037581496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/895252463037581496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-123.html' title='Dating 1,2,3'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-2898640013479124765</id><published>2009-05-17T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:58:41.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARK CITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life long friendships don't happen every day.  It all started in 7th grade.  From that time forward we have experienced our first kisses, first boy friends, first breakups, and a whole lot of other firsts together.  Life hasn't been a fairy tale for any of us, but we have been there for each other through child births, death, divorce, weddings, a mission and continued education.   Even though we don't live next door to each other like we planned so many years ago, I still feel your friendship where ever I go.  You girls are my best friends!  I love you and miss you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow- a distant memory.  Had to get proof to remind myself that sunshine is better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG6MDpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pn7uVhCyPk4/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG6MDpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pn7uVhCyPk4/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910812667946786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"snow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;-snow-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;snow" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to be sung like the song on White Christmas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG80gEgI/AAAAAAAAABM/cEYK9RGwA3s/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG80gEgI/AAAAAAAAABM/cEYK9RGwA3s/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910813374452226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teasing me because I grabbed a wine glass to drink my Dr. Pepper out of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG82tL2I/AAAAAAAAABE/B_DQiG74UTU/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG82tL2I/AAAAAAAAABE/B_DQiG74UTU/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910813383700322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We missed Jana and Kari.  Jana joining us via web cam  -I love technology-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEGmvP5GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vATi64N4_uc/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEGmvP5GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vATi64N4_uc/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910807446840418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ummm, we are dorks!  What more can I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw6lthII/AAAAAAAAAA0/jYVfbfwttdQ/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw6lthII/AAAAAAAAAA0/jYVfbfwttdQ/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910434818425986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;showing off our master pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw8QQQJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pwH-HW8OcFM/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw8QQQJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pwH-HW8OcFM/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910435265298578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;small spoon or big spoon? Either way ice cream tastes the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw8sXwPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uhS2zN4ckEw/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDw8sXwPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uhS2zN4ckEw/s320/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910435383230706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of us but Jana and Kari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDwgAiQDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SzTxL0UmdC8/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDwgAiQDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SzTxL0UmdC8/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910427683176498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading my fortune.  Had to know which guy I'm going marry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDwSSFEsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fXjSO_oJuHs/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCDwSSFEsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fXjSO_oJuHs/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336910423998665410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun!  I love that we can not see each other for a year and get together and it's like we've missed nothing.  Our time was spent shopping, talking, talking, and talking!  Not to forget hair bow making.  (p.s.  I'd like to thank Alynn for the pictures I stole off her blog!)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-2898640013479124765?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/2898640013479124765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=2898640013479124765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2898640013479124765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2898640013479124765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/05/girls-trip.html' title='GIRLS TRIP'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO81m9zrO6A/ShCEG6MDpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pn7uVhCyPk4/s72-c/DSC00914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360819346328363066.post-2197327480236038286</id><published>2009-05-11T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:56:39.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new</title><content type='html'>Nothing much is going on in my world these days.  Just healing and moving forward into this new chapter of my life.  I've been reading, going on walks, and enjoying life.   The singles ward is okay.  But what should I expect when it's a bunch of 18-25 year olds?  Still debating on if I want to stay or go back to the family ward.  I'll give it a few more months and see what happens.  Other than that, I'm loving life and not loving the heat!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360819346328363066-2197327480236038286?l=dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/feeds/2197327480236038286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360819346328363066&amp;postID=2197327480236038286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2197327480236038286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360819346328363066/posts/default/2197327480236038286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaming-loving-living.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new'/><author><name>Shana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05071280545338331092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
