<?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-15306185</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:42:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fancy in frills</title><subtitle type='html'>fashion inspiration from coast to coast</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-116708103823394157</id><published>2006-12-25T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:10:38.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im engaged!</title><content type='html'>yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris proposed christmas morning! it couldn't have been more perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so ecstatic! i think i may never stop smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the highlights and the new site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://chrisanddianne.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-116708103823394157?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/116708103823394157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=116708103823394157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116708103823394157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116708103823394157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-engaged.html' title='im engaged!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-116581192568572229</id><published>2006-12-10T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:14:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>list time....</title><content type='html'>i think a list could be necessary...why?&lt;br /&gt;because i have not blogged in forever and i think yall miss a good random list.&lt;br /&gt;so how about a list of random things that have changed since last time i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it...&lt;br /&gt;what has happened since October 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 oh well i turned 24, except for some reason i still think im 23. i dont know why but i keep saying im 23 when i have to refer to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 i realized i had mysteriously given my right arm a serious work out.. then i realized a post birthday money shopping spree left my right arm SORE from carrying shopping bags....hmm very embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Chris and I hit the 1 yr mark. crazy fun and true! love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 oh i moved a while back. right north of santa rosa. i have two amazing roommates. laura and her brother travis. at first i was real scared to live with a boy but turns out they can do really nice things like out of no-where wash your car or take out the trash. they're great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/320/428148/IMG_2619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 i made 3 dishes of strawberry pretzel salad for some new lovely British friends in CA and it was not fully appreciated. in fact as punishment i had to eat veg-e-mite. if you dont know what it is. i dare you to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 i got bored with my hair and got decided highlights would fix the boredom. at first freaked out and thought i turned into a blonde. now i'm in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 at Thanksgiving i realized how much i miss eating casseroles on a daily basis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/320/731316/IMG_2085.jpg"border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 chocolate dipped altoids may be the death of me. i can eat an entire tin in one sitting. i know they dont sound amazing..but they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 sitting on santa's lap can definitley increases your chances of getting everything you want for christmas...at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 oh one day i found a panera about 2 hrs away and thought i struck gold. i hung out there for about 3 hrs (the wi-fi!) and then bought 13 bagels and 2 tubs of cream cheese. i ate the last one today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/1600/51725/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/1600/51725/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/1600/51725/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/184/1413/1600/51725/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-116581192568572229?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/116581192568572229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=116581192568572229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116581192568572229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116581192568572229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/12/list-time.html' title='list time....'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-116026274252545923</id><published>2006-10-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:12:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does this look familiar to anyone???</title><content type='html'>isn't this place beautiful?!?! i just love BIG SUR! We took a weekend camping trip to the coast a couple weekends ago! And the best part! Chris just bought a jeep wrangler, so we got to ride down HWY 1 with in the jeep with the top down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2180.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2180.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Julia Phiefier state park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      the crew!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                i like to call this spot paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     the little stick looking figure on top to the rock is chris!&lt;br /&gt;                                         i just knew i was going to loose chris to the pacific.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            he survived!&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         something possessed the boys to grow mustaches&lt;br /&gt;                                                 and wear trucker hats all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              not their best look!&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2186.jpg" alt="" 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/15306185-116026274252545923?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/116026274252545923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=116026274252545923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116026274252545923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/116026274252545923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-this-look-familiar-to-anyone.html' title='does this look familiar to anyone???'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-115768340256735514</id><published>2006-09-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:08:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best surprise ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my reaction...contant sceaming. acutally it was this high pitched sream i did not know my vocal cords would allow to come out of my mouth. thats all i could seem to do (and squeeze billie so tight i'm schocked neither of us passed out) when I walked into my den and Billie was nonchallantly sitting on my couch in California. yes i was so estastic, thrilled to pieces, overjoyed that permanent bliss is still written all over my face! And what could be even better...Travis was flying in the next day! And its not like I ever forgot but these 2 are without a doubt one of the best and funniest couples in the entire world. it was too perfect getting to spend a Labor Day weekend with Billie and Travis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/983.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/983.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and Mike threw an amazing house warming party with an asian twist. lets just say billie and I can now add making sushi to our resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tour of northern cali began with the trip to the gigantic redwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;travis was very excited to see that lovely body of water behind the boys head...the Pacific Ocean...this was his first time enjoying the beautiful hwy 1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2328.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2328.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billie always has been shy around new people. especially mike. poor travis. he didnt know what hit him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2319.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2319.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before i knew it. travis, mike and billie are froliking through the vinyards (travis's dream) and billie has shoved the grapes in her purse as a souvenier. i was very proud! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/P1010094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/P1010094.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there has got to be great potential for banana republic catalog cover in this pic or at least on of the pics that comes in the frame at a bed bath and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-115768340256735514?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115768340256735514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=115768340256735514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115768340256735514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115768340256735514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-surprise-ever.html' title='best surprise ever!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-115689823971629113</id><published>2006-08-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:37:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>business trips</title><content type='html'>ok so i wont really bore you with the details of my business trips b.c bastically they consist of reorgangizing and re-taging every single box of candy in a grocery store.. and as exciting as that is...i'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally, i dread working out of territry doing store resets, but that was until i was sent to Fairfield, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you may wonder???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairfield is the home of the Jelly Belly Factory! Yes the actual birthplace of the fascinating jelly belly's. and for those of you who are unaware of my fasciantion of how they can make a tiny little bean taste exactly like butter popcorn or buttered toast(new flavor); i gave speech on the process of making jelly bellys my freshman year...in college! And now i have actually seen the process with my own eyes! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course i managed to eat so many that i got a tummy ache.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one tiny embarrassing detail. 90% of the factory was filled with children, strollers, mommies, baby backpacks..etc. so single 23 yr old girls were few and far between. this seemed to confuse some of the little ones on the tour with me. they repeatedly asked me where my children were?? I actually started to feel a little silly at that moment for being there alone.  I tryed to explain to them that you can still love jelly bellys at any age. ...but for some reason they just didnt seem to understand. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i got to endulge into another love of mine and that is CHICK FL A. I havent gotten to eat there since my trip to AL in may. I'm almost positive i walked into the store like i owned the place and orded the number one combo with so much pride. i left with a party tray of nuggets and 2 galloons of sweet tea! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-115689823971629113?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115689823971629113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=115689823971629113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115689823971629113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115689823971629113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/business-trips.html' title='business trips'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-115474080659105328</id><published>2006-08-04T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:20:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun</title><content type='html'>love summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonoma county fair. big fan. will go back. won a gold fish.  flushed "jaws" the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw RENT at san fran theater. love going to plays. maybe a new hobby. if that can be one.  i reccommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one should ever feel left out!&lt;br /&gt;sweet sarah now has a baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1963.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1963.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no explaintation needed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit me! carol, mckenzi and karlie did!!! you cant really tell but we are in the funkiest part the city..haight-ashbury...my favorite shopping district! however i am now on shopping restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. slumber parties still rock. my apartment was sort of like a hostile for a couple days. i loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-115474080659105328?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115474080659105328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=115474080659105328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115474080659105328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115474080659105328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-115215622707254880</id><published>2006-07-05T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:23:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4th</title><content type='html'>so when you think wine country, sonoma county, northern califoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the first thing that comes to your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guess is vinyards, fancy wineries ,outragious living expenses, hippies, rich snobby retirees, a vacation...i dont know stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however don't be fooled. this weekend my 4th of July experinence proved to me that there is a little redneck/white trash in everytown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hyped festival for the 4th of July was the Pillow Fighting Championship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was odd to me, but i was excited. I invisioned a ton of people running around hitting each other with their own pillows. Quite similar to pillow fights at church camp. But oh no i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead this is what i find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/tattoo%20pillow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A variety of "colorful" people trying their best to  balance on a pipe over a pit of mud while swatting at the opponent with a pillow. and watching these people get knocked into the mud was amazing! we acutally stayed until they crowned the winner. and it gets better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/combat%20boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was a womens round too.  dont miss the combat boots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not a traditional 4th of July but it could become one..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont worry we had a cookout and shot fireworks afterwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-115215622707254880?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115215622707254880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=115215622707254880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115215622707254880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115215622707254880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th.html' title='the 4th'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-115100516407431604</id><published>2006-06-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:13:02.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes your day?!?!</title><content type='html'>It's the little, small special personal things that can turn just any average routine day into a day with a magnificent highlight worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past, present and potential highlights&lt;br /&gt;#1 the first fresh homegrown perfectly ripe peach of the year&lt;br /&gt;#2 multiple green lights in a row&lt;br /&gt;#3 listening to someone elses IPOD for a day&lt;br /&gt;#4 pressing snooze more than once&lt;br /&gt;#5 getting a shout out in someone elses blog&lt;br /&gt;#6 a new snapple...diet lime green tea!&lt;br /&gt;#7 realizing you finally perfected the round brush&lt;br /&gt;#8 a lady bug landing your hand while driving down the road with your window down&lt;br /&gt;#9 fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;#10 a long distance phone call (ok most of mine are..but you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;#11 air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;#12 an unexpected America's Next Top Model marathon&lt;br /&gt;#13 laughing with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;#14 purchasing the new issue of In Style &lt;br /&gt;#15 skinny jeans...but not on me! simply seeing other girls wear them successfully. it amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;#16 the sonic marque&lt;br /&gt;#19 fro yo&lt;br /&gt;#20 a billboard with "I pooted" on it!&lt;br /&gt;#21 finding a random spot on the road to steal wi-fi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i love the little things in life! do you?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;if not i really think you should!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-115100516407431604?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/115100516407431604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=115100516407431604' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115100516407431604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/115100516407431604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-makes-your-day.html' title='what makes your day?!?!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114848075275885583</id><published>2006-05-24T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:55:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!</title><content type='html'>ok so we all have those random things that just REALLY creep us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for some it's.. lets say clowns (which really aren't that scary yet I know some of you refuse to go to the circus for fear of an encounter.) But it's cool, because others out there are extremely scared of lizards, Sugar Ray, balloons, the dark, touching the door knob in public restrooms, the man with knobby knees in texas chainsaw massacre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get it...we all have those certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me personally and most of you know.. i have a fear of foods in mass quantities. mainly condiments or things mixed  mixed together in large pots..eww gross just imagining it freaks me out even now... and the smell..ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds silly but it really creeps me out (i think it all began the day i busted a bottle of ketchup) and today my fear escaladed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working right..minding my own business simply trying to pull a report for one of my grocery stores. well the next thing i know someone pointed me in the direction of the store manager and then out of nowhere I find myself surrounded by countless dead animals hanging from the ceiling.. i didn't think i was going to be able to control myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm in the butcher room. raw meat EVERYWHERE!!...this is meat that I eat! and it was dangling from the ceiling. i even had to walk through a little bit of blood on the floor. i thought i was going to see my breakfast come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard enough time watching my deli turkey being shaved off from the hunk of meat at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a little traumatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the moral of the story is... stay away from the crazy fears..because facing it not worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114848075275885583?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114848075275885583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114848075275885583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114848075275885583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114848075275885583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114791362810558745</id><published>2006-05-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:53:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>possibly a piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; BEST WEEK EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Copy%20of%20lake%20day_fam-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i just hate that it has to be over, but oh my gosh was it so much fun! Thought yall might like a couple extra photos to relive the glorious week. it was perfect! Fishing with the fam, yummy home cooked meals, setting foot in every place i lived in Auburn, the 5 of us in the same state..in the same spot at the same time. wathcing Chris meet people from every past phase of my life,  hanna and ryan get hitched at the picture perfect outside farm wedding, dance partys 3 nights in a row..and of course Chick-fli-a, Panera bagels, and Melllow Mushroom pizza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;short summary. but basically it was fantastic! It was so GREAT to see everyone! I miss those beautiful faces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come visit as soon as possilbe. Open invitation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114791362810558745?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114791362810558745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114791362810558745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114791362810558745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114791362810558745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/possibly-piece-of-heaven.html' title='possibly a piece of heaven'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114654749800283691</id><published>2006-05-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:34:26.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will reunite very very soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean look at us we just belong together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And our Hanna is getting MARRIED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's make the week a long one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/college%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/college%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait there's more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess who you get to meet?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Chirstmas05-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's only one problem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so excited i can't really sleep....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114654749800283691?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114654749800283691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114654749800283691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114654749800283691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114654749800283691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-finally-time.html' title='It&apos;s finally time'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114635780787754126</id><published>2006-04-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:45:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sing karoke...check</title><content type='html'>so on the life list, i get to put a check mark next to SING KAROKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not once but twice for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rocked the house with Who's Bed have Your Boots Been Under and Hit Me With Your Best Shot.  if you cant tell, we had a good time..and the crowd loved us. i will be back to Rita's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1799.jpg" alt="" 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/15306185-114635780787754126?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114635780787754126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114635780787754126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114635780787754126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114635780787754126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sing-karokecheck.html' title='sing karoke...check'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114490607904961070</id><published>2006-04-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:35:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mcmuffin vs. the cinnamon crunch bagel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/sausage_mcmuffin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/sausage_mcmuffin.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/Panera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Panera.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;     VS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somedays i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will we become those old people that ritually meet at McDonald's every morning and throughly enjoy a McMuffin and a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally, I felt sorry for these people (like dont you have something better to do) but then i noticed they just hang out all morning long and appear extremely content and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now think this is a beautiful picture...however I'm not a big fan of McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as our genertaion gets gray we will just migrate to the Panera's or Sonoma Valley Bagels of the world and spend endless hours every morning there instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114490607904961070?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114490607904961070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114490607904961070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114490607904961070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114490607904961070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/mcmuffin-vs-cinnamon-crunch-bagel.html' title='the mcmuffin vs. the cinnamon crunch bagel'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114399894003392883</id><published>2006-04-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:32:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know "The Turtles"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/turtles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the evening went like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys were cooking a delicious Southern home cooked meal for the girls. pork chops, homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. It took me back to dinner in Alabama right...good friends, good food, good fun. what more could you ask for right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hear a knock on the door and what seemed like a normal evening became bizarre, hystericanl and maybe even monumental?? well maybe monumental isn't the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then as we finishing up our meal and about to put in a movie...we hear a knock and the door.. it was our sweet neighbor. we automatically thought our music was too loud and she was going to politely ask us to turn it down a notch.. but instead she proceeds to tell us that she has a friend in town who wants to play the guitar for us. Chris politely says sure we would love to hear his stuff, however we are all secretly hoping he will just play one song and peace out, but what musician actually does that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sitting there listening and this man who is rambling about all sorts of stories about amps bursting, loosing picks, etc. I knew we were going to be stuck in the situation for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he proceeds to tell us that he was a member of "The Turtles," which sadly meant nothing to me, but then started to play the song "Happy Together" and I was like oh yeah I know that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells us that he wrote and oddly enough I still am not fascinated...but basically just wanted to burst out into the laughter the entire night at the amusement of this old man jammin (and he was into it) in Chris's apartment.  But apparently this man is some what of a big deal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114399894003392883?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114399894003392883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114399894003392883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114399894003392883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114399894003392883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-know-turtles.html' title='do you know &quot;The Turtles&quot;?'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114332803349592040</id><published>2006-03-25T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:07:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil piece of my heart</title><content type='html'>so for the most part i like to keep my posts lighthearted, silly, random, everyday type stuff...not to deep or thought provoking. no real reason it's just my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been having these little moments..in other words the sappy sentimental dianne keeps coming out. we all know her...but she just doesnt normally come out in the the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel it's only fair to let my readers in on these little moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to say that&lt;br /&gt;change is good and it is what i needed. i'm not saying everyone needs to move across the country but some do.&lt;br /&gt;the Lord continues to make it very clear to me that this is where I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;it can be a hard thing to grasp. but very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;i miss many things from the past and  i hate not being part of many things in the present.&lt;br /&gt;but certain situations or a brief moment in time give me peace in knowing that the Lord brought me to California for multiple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i have been so blessed by trusting Him in daring to take this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;however i'm not all that positive i fully realized exactly what I was doing in taking this step, but that's probably a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month I have lived here for 6 months...crazy i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough. but i want people to know that outstide the gum selling, trips to the city, and odd obbessions, that life is good and more importantly God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, clear your calendars. I will be coming to the sweet south from May 5 - May 14! i hope to get to spend some quality time with everyone this visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114332803349592040?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114332803349592040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114332803349592040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114332803349592040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114332803349592040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/lil-piece-of-my-heart.html' title='a lil piece of my heart'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114218292856746023</id><published>2006-03-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:02:08.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no way are we old</title><content type='html'>so somedays I feel like a grown-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know..i own furniture..i have a job...i sometimes clean on Saturdays.. strange events like that make me feel all grown up...which some days I like and other days its like..OH MY GOSH I'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.....the random spontaneous adventures re-enter my life.. then I can proudly look say "I still got it"...and maybe even better...being a grown up doesn't exaclty mean that all that fun random stuff disappears...thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point...it freakin snowed in California this weak...i'm not gonna lie..i was pissed...i'm thinking where is beautiful sunny California I'm dying to pride myself in..but oh no we got snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1690.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so chris, teneele (my austrailian friend who's never seen snow and had made it her life long dream to find snow) and I hoped in the car at 11 PM on thursday after a fantastic epidsode of the OC. and drove north until we hit a surprising beautiful winterwonderland in CALIFORNIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be a pretty amazing late night adventure in the freezing cold snow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and praise the Lord Teneele has now made a snow ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114218292856746023?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114218292856746023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114218292856746023' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114218292856746023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114218292856746023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-way-are-we-old.html' title='no way are we old'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114158358574955113</id><published>2006-03-05T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:56:38.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Free Dessert</title><content type='html'>yes everyone knows that YOGURT is life's guilt free dessert. quite possibly why i am such a huge fan and of course the delicious yummy taste (maybe i should go into the yogurt business over the gum business?!?!) I am constantly keeping my eyes open for TCBY replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had the dream of becoming a regular somewhere...where you walk in and everyone knows your name...how your dog is and where you do your dry cleaning... that sense of love as you enter the doors. what a beautiful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have found quite possible the most adorable, friendly and coolest yogurt shop in Santa Rosa where I will definitely be a regular face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mom and pop shop with so many flavors that you are overwhelmed. I knew it was love at first sight when they offered a “toffee nut" flavored yogurt (for those who don’t know a toffee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nut latte is my drink at starbucks!) I was overjoyed right..but it got even better as i began to befriend the owners... turns out they are dedicating a wall in the store to a "Hall of Fame", so naturally i have made it my mission to make the hall of fame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do to make it on the "Hall of Fame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy one of their super cool t-shirts and take pictures in other states wearing the t-shirt...and then you get to post your picture on the wall of YOGURT FARMS!!! How much fun is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first lucky state was Illinois!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-114158358574955113?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114158358574955113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114158358574955113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114158358574955113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114158358574955113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/guilt-free-dessert.html' title='Guilt Free Dessert'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114151699905845441</id><published>2006-03-04T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:48:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Faces</title><content type='html'>Another new obession...Make-up!! It really is amazing the difference make-up can do to a girl. I have been trying to convince someone..anyone to take makeup classes with me so i can know which colors look best for my skin...how to have smokey eyes...when does colored eyeshadow work and when does it not. etc.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However make-up classes seem to actually be for those who want to do it professionally...not exaclty what I had in mind..so instead...Chris introduced me to the book "Making Faces" by Kevyn Aucoin. I am a huge fan...maybe this will include me in Rachels bookclub... It has a step by step approach to achieve any look you choose. So now it takes me EVEN LONGER to get ready..but it's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me imitating the face in the book....the look was titled "Model"&lt;br /&gt;the crazy part is i look surprising like the picture, but i feel real silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1640.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1640.0.jpg" alt="" 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/15306185-114151699905845441?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114151699905845441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114151699905845441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114151699905845441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114151699905845441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-faces.html' title='Making Faces'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-114151594792902425</id><published>2006-03-04T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:17:13.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>martha &amp; cecil</title><content type='html'>ok..so much has happened since I last blogged...so let's recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Marhta and Cecil made it to Cali. What a joy it was to have the folks come out and visit!! Lets justs say that my aprartment was vacuumed, cloroxed, and tightied more in one week than it has EVER been. parents are amazing. they got to tour wine country, the beautiful coast, San Francisco, and most importantly had lots of quality time with their daughter!! Gosh I love my parents. And they finally got to meet Chris! We all had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/san%20fran%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/san%20fran%20149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a trip to wine coutry without drinking some wine....people live by reds....but no shame in loving the white...right mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/rents%20copies%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/rents%20copies%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom eating the largested plate of nachos she has ever ordered. I wish you could have seen her face as the waitor placed the mound of chips and cheese in front of her! I think she may have calucutated the number of calories in each bite, we were very proud to watch her indulge into the yummy feast!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Francisco is never a let down. Eating dungeness crabs on the Warf was definitely a highlight of the week. not mention the sourdough bread bowl filled with clam chowder...can you tell we like to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I pride myself in being a fantastic tourist...but Teneele..my new friend from Austraila is going to give me some competitoin. She came with us to the city! It was a blast. Do the silver men look familiar to anyone?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1588.jpg" alt="" 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/15306185-114151594792902425?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/114151594792902425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=114151594792902425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114151594792902425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/114151594792902425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/03/martha-cecil.html' title='martha &amp; cecil'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113875925925664246</id><published>2006-01-31T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:07:18.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>current discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/CPLACES-FULL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/CPLACES-FULL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time for a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 ok so..how come no one has introduced me to Dashboard Confessional.. They are awesome!!! I know they have been around forever but oh my gosh...i cannot get enough of Screaming Infidelities, The Brilliant Dance, and many more. Who has been holding out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Places You Have Come..." is a great album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Does anyone care what their sign is?? Because people LOVE their sign here. One day we asked a girl to tell us a little bit about herself...the first thing she was.. "I'm a cancer" It took me a second to realize that she didn't actually have cancer but that her sign was cancer. I thought a little odd until I read mine. I used to snicker and do still think it is pretty funny. but read yours..mine strangely describes me....hmm...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm like 99% positive I saw my first famous rock band as I was leaving a convenient store in Healdsburg, CA on Monday, November January 27&lt;br /&gt;..i think someone as famous of Green Day. But since my pop culture knowledge sucks...i cannot place the faces to save my life. However if you see a star sighting in the next PEOPLE magazine of a rock band in northern California...I was like 5 feet from them.. description...4 guys rockstar clothes and spikey hair..one with a flavor saver and a round face. one really skinny with black spikey hair and cool jeans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Roshambo: the actual title for the game Rock, Paper, Scissor....who knew?? However it's also the name of a really cool winery out here and we joined. I'm part of a wine club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I just purchased the highlight of my life! Season One of the OC! A Seth Cohen Marathon here I come! I'm afraid I may be attached to my couch for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 i think every girl could secretly wish they were a Charlie's Angel...i know i do! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/charles%20angels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113875925925664246?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113875925925664246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113875925925664246' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113875925925664246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113875925925664246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/current-discoveries.html' title='current discoveries'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113786866487786326</id><published>2006-01-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:48:46.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinnertime.com</title><content type='html'>ok so you've probably ask yourself quite frequently, "What exactly does Dianne eat for dinner out there in California?" I know you've racked your brain wondering what my diet consists. And since you are so concerned I have decided to provide you with a list of meals I will be cooking and consuming over the next month in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Snapper Vera Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Thai Peanut Chicken with Coconut Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Cacciatore&lt;br /&gt;Savory Garlic Steak&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Citrus Glazed Pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so really the thought probably has never crossed your mind. In fact, there is a good chance you could care less what I eat and it’s cool because I can't say I think about what you eat either (unless its El Ray, Chick-fl-a or a cinnamon crunch bagel with hazelnut cream cheese from Panera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is: &lt;a href="http://www.dinnertime.com"&gt;dinnertime.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the coolest solution to have a delicious, fresh home cooked meal every night without having come up with it and cook it. And it's so much fun. You get to go to this place where they have separate stations set up to prepare each meal with all the ingredients right in front of you. You make the yummy meal, then put it in Ziploc or aluminum, then freeze it until you want to eat it. The other night Chris and I made all these meals in 1 hour and it only cost $130 for 12 meals. It’s a great deal and the food is really tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you is to check out the website then open a franchise where you live, because this is a great idea. Cheaper than eating out, no hunting through the cabinet to find something to throw together, no hassle to cook, and fun to make with someone (and you get to wear an apron!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the February menu looks really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113786866487786326?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113786866487786326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113786866487786326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113786866487786326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113786866487786326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinnertimecom.html' title='dinnertime.com'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113720049184806328</id><published>2006-01-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:00:38.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Back to life...back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 3 weeks have been nothing but excessive fun however back to the routine of everyday life. sometimes i would swear that I hate routines but at this moment I'm actually quite satisfied to back into my normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap the past 3 weeks is definitly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the sweet south for the shortest visit of my life, but it was bittersweet. Praise the Lord for hugs, laughs, good chats and reminising! Christmas came and went but it was great to see everyone for brief moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1294.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Week 2 of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hanna came to visit!! Maybe my favorite week in Cali so far! It was a blast even in the big flood! Wine tasting, shopping, eating 2 rounds of In &amp; Out in one sitting, and just doing nothing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to mention New Years! So I used to look at New Years as the the let down holiday. There is all this hype built up and then the ball drops you eat pork chops, black eyed peas and turnip greens and its a new year..wahoo. However never before have I spent New Years with thousands of people in downtown San Francisco. Bascially we partied like rockstars at the Hyatt Hotel. Not only did we arrive strutting down the red carpet but we danced to En Vogue and the best 80's cover band ever,Tainted Love, until we couldn't party any longer. Needless to say I reccommend going all out for the new year!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/new%20years%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/new%20years%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/12-8-2004%20%283%29-028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/12-8-2004%20%283%29-079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 of fun was spent in West Palm Beach Florida, Chris's home town. Definitly a town worth going to! We got to ride around in a mustang convertible in sunny Florida..how I miss the hot sun! I got to see Chris's world in Florida. It was so fun meeting his family, friends and fulfilling a lifelong dream of going back to Disney world. I wanted to wear the Mickey ears all day but was advised against the great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/1-13-2006-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/1-13-2006-35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/1-13-2006-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/1-13-2006-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/1-13-2006-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/1-13-2006-31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly I have a new phone number, so program my new digits into your cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;707 758 8448&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113720049184806328?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113720049184806328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113720049184806328' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113720049184806328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113720049184806328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113433346382169969</id><published>2005-12-11T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:42:29.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Christmas be with out decoarating sugar cookies?!?! Ok so maybe it would still be fantastic, but I couldnt help myself and praise jesus i found a whole crew of people to participate in the festive activity! However I did miss delivering the cookies to each of you which is pretty much the best part! But nonetheless the party was success and I think this event shall become an annual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what everyone..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm coming home in 10 days!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I am so excited I dont know what to do with myself. So  don't be surprised if i tackle you when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, life is freakin fantastic because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanna is coming to visit for a whole week. I get to fulfill the dream of going to Disney World!! Chris got us tickets! Magic Kingdom here I come!! And Rachel's addiction to Wendy's cokes got her a super cheap plane ticket to come visit too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113433346382169969?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113433346382169969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113433346382169969' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113433346382169969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113433346382169969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/12/sugar-high.html' title='sugar high'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113345545599616289</id><published>2005-12-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:23:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/Chirstmas05-35.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Chirstmas05-35.0.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding the perfect tree and decorating it&lt;br /&gt;singing Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;the birth of our Lord&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of family and friends&lt;br /&gt;drinking eggnog&lt;br /&gt;drinking wassil&lt;br /&gt;making christmas cookies&lt;br /&gt;admiring beautiful christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;laughing at tacky lights&lt;br /&gt;soaking up magical moments&lt;br /&gt;listening to carolers &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/Chirstmas05-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Chirstmas05-33.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were a caroler&lt;br /&gt;baking too many desserts&lt;br /&gt;eating to many desserts&lt;br /&gt;wrapping presents&lt;br /&gt;giving gifts...getting gifts&lt;br /&gt;shopping..the chaos, the fun, the stress&lt;br /&gt;funny christmas sweaters&lt;br /&gt;watching the santa radar&lt;br /&gt;'the christmas story' marathon&lt;br /&gt;comparing terrible gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it all! I just love christmas. May the season go by slowly this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the tree in FULL detail on my photo site.&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone has a copy of my "best christmas mix ever" cd I would be forever grateful to be mailed a copy. I miss that thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113345545599616289?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113345545599616289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113345545599616289' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113345545599616289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113345545599616289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-joy.html' title='Oh the joy'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113304410771565770</id><published>2005-11-26T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:28:27.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays to All!</title><content type='html'>Needless to say I successfully survived my first holiday away from home. Turkey Day in Cali is shocking similar to Turkey Day on the east coast.  As the name shouts I did eat turkey, however not in a deep fryer, but nonetheless yummy turkey, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top(a personal fav), green beans, stuffing, however none of martha's cornbread dressing (which i did miss, I imagine cornbread isn't exactly a california staple bread), pumpkin pie, etc. Although people dont seem to really get into casseroles out here.. its a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no kiddie table. Actually I sat next to a sweet girl who could have quite possibly been the exact replica of Rachel in her middle school days. It was very strange. a tall and thin quite but sweet ninth grader mildly in a hippie stage with short and curly brown hair that she probably learn how to style in about 4 years. I had a good spot at the table and right across from the grandpa who by the end of the night was serenading the table alone on the piano...basically perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the praise the Lord for an excuse to bake. So far 2 loafs of pumpkin bread. one was close to perfect. the second was well lets just say.. it could pass as one really large pumpkin flavored crouton.  one cranberry cake, shrimp dip, and crab cakes (both Chris's and my first attempt and I must brag the crab cakes were the hit of the party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now life only gets better...why b/c now there is no reason to suppress my abundant Christmas spirit that I keep bottled up inside all year long. Now no one can say its to early to listen to Christmas music or plan a Christmas cookie baking party which is on the 10th if anyone wants to pencil it in. So I want to go ahead and say HAPPY HOLIDAYS to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah I forgot to mention one of my snow globes key features ...it plays Christmas carols on a motion sensor. cool i know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113304410771565770?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113304410771565770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113304410771565770' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113304410771565770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113304410771565770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-holidays-to-all.html' title='Happy Holidays to All!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113221302174276635</id><published>2005-11-16T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:51:02.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opinions..please</title><content type='html'>ok so i spend a good bit of my time in rinky dink little towns all over northern california right?!?! so naturally i encounter some...well some strange things, some interesting things, some cute quaint little towns, and some towns that should be remaned the twilight zone, some nice people, some not so nice people, wierd people, creative people, people with teeth, people without teeth, you get the point. the options are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day something new cracks me up. today it was this location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again i guess who's to say this particular fine dining restaurant could not have fantastic raw fish, grade A beef and a cheesestake that Philly would approve of... who am i to judge....but the name is Koala's...thats just wierd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more I'm sorry....but this is amazing. He balances rocks...who does that?!?! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is Saulsalito.. It's adorable. You can barely tell, but thats the San Fran skyline in the background. it has great shopping and the cutest little restaurants and ferry rides!!! when everyone comes to visit we will definitely make a trip. and i mean hello people there balance rocks on top of other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113221302174276635?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113221302174276635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113221302174276635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113221302174276635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113221302174276635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/opinionsplease.html' title='opinions..please'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113176267180667021</id><published>2005-11-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:16:41.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a for-warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is simply a multitude of my random thoughts that i needed to share with someone. One of these topics alone is not worthy of a phone call or even the entire list all together. and considering the fact that Chris is still in Iowa he is not an option either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i post! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/room-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/room-1.1.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My very first tree has its very first bloom. I am on my way to becoming a domestic goddess. However it is sorta hard to brag when the leaf accompanying the flower has a huge brown dead looking spot taking over. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dvd collection double doubled today. I now own the big whapping total of 4 dvd's : Just Married, The edge of Reason: Bridget Jones (Unfortunately, , I thought I purchased Bridget Jones Diary...very depressing), Notting Hill, and A River Runs Through It...hmmm somewhat of an embarrassing list. When i am sick of my clothes, I now turn to the mall instead of someone elses closet...this cannot become the norm...anyone want to do a clothes swap through the mail?!??! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have discovered the TCBY of the west coast..The Golden Spoon. I would venture to say the pumpkin pie with graham cracker crumbs may tie with the white chocolate mousse and oreo combo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my feet smell equivalent of ryan's these days...what have i done to deserve that type of punishment?!?!?! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not understand how hair is still attached to my head..why?? because i have seen the mass quantities that I have pulled out of my drain, sweeped off the floor and today separated from the spinning thing in my vacuum cleaner...it's gross i know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a 70 yr-old-man man nonchalantly walking through the Napa wal mart wearing with a large blue fuzzy Viking hat. He and his wife seemed to simply be doing thier weekly &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_1005.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shopping. I think i starred at them...oops. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also my job, i was left alone in the receiving room with a huge box and a set of directions. Let's just say you should have a new level of respect when walking past a checkstand at any local store because someone like me may have put it together. i recall laughing out loud as i attempted assemble the parts. also i do not advise slamming your cart or self into them b/c the sterdiness is debateable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew...it feels so good to get those thoughts out of my head and into some else's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113176267180667021?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113176267180667021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113176267180667021' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113176267180667021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113176267180667021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113142773736091224</id><published>2005-11-07T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:07:13.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay or nay</title><content type='html'>this is my current fascination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0996.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must admit...a giant blown-up globe of a huge smiley snowman waving hello is a permanent snow storm is FASCINATING. But not only am i fascinated by the size of this snow globe but by the variety of people who purchase this $199 piece of Christmas decor. There is a huge part my Christmas lovin spirit that would like to sacrifice to money to simply to see if there was a way to fit inside this enormous snow globe to live in a permanent snow ball. And considering the fact that I do not own a kitchen table, the dining room would be the perfect location to begin spreading a little Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are thinking...that thing is TACKY.. well some may think so but i do recall a large number of these huge snow globes parked on lawns in rather refined neighborhoods last Christmas. And as I began chatting with the Wal-Mart store manager apparently there was such a high demand for them this year that 14 people were on a waiting list to receive them before the season arrived. So as of now I do not know if they belong in a trailer park or beside a driveway with a parked BMW .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some what of a mystery that I find fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is one thing I do know. Somehow someone was aware of my obsession with snow globe and now a miniature version of this fascinating art work wound up as the current decor on my newly assembled dresser. Did I mention Chris was cool?!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/snow%20globe.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113142773736091224?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113142773736091224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113142773736091224' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113142773736091224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113142773736091224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay-or-nay.html' title='yay or nay'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113096435852595702</id><published>2005-11-02T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:57:25.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless plug</title><content type='html'>So don't you hate it when you wake up in the morning and you look into the mirror and you freak out because you realize "oh my gosh I have become someone I swore I never would!" For me it began the day I purchased my first pair of Capri pants, then the day I dressed in themed colors for the holidays, and then the first day I drank a beer in public...what was my life coming to?!?!?! And now I am a blog slacker. I hate the slackers and now look at me....a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is simply a ploy to convince my readers to come visit me in California. "Use me for my location"...that can be my byline..I'm totally cool with it. There are multiple obvious reasons to come from whatever state you may be in, but there are a couple of additional other reasons that you may be overlooking. In which case I feel the need to inform and basically make you want to spend every spare minute searching Orbitz, Expedia, Travelocity, Cheaptickets, etc. to puchase a ticket to come visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top 10 reasons to visit Dianne in California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/nsyncHomeForChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/nsyncHomeForChristmas.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; People watching at the airport is immediately entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; It's time to bust out N'SYNC's Chrirstmas CD. So we would jam to "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays" in the mini van.....kinda like Nelly in the Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; It is still "tank tops 4 life" weather so no sweaters or warming you extremities by the heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; Two words: Trader Joe's...bascially the coolest grocery store/market ever....it puts the Harris Teeter to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; The self-esteem booster. Apparantly, our southern accent is just simply adorable. I don't get it but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; Best thrift store shopping on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; The Jelly Belly Factory is less than 30 miles away. We can eat the reject Jelly Floops till our tummies hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; Find out if Chris really does exist...I swear I do have friends, but you gotta come out here to make sure they really aren't imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt; Meet a real hippie, we thought Billie was close but no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt; You get to secretly snicker inside everytime some says "no worries" or "right on" in everyday conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-113096435852595702?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113096435852595702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113096435852595702' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113096435852595702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113096435852595702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/11/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless plug'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-113025253553355340</id><published>2005-10-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:45:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Ok Ok. So this post is well way over-due, but I had to wait and make sure it was safe before I advertised this piece of information to the entire blogosphere. Yes this is silly, but considering the fact that my blog is the closest thing I have for representing my life, there are certain things my friends on the east coast must be aware of. And I believe the person I spend 90% of my time with outside of gas station owners and Wal-Mart managers is definitely a blog worthy topic!&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet Chris Denny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/chirs%20frown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/chirs%20frown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recognize him from my birthday post who was then introduced at the coolest guy ever (which still proves to be true!). But you know it was in that inbetween phase where you're not exactly sure how to define the relationship. But I can now confidently introduce everyone to Chris as my boyfriend. So naturally I want everyone to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Somehow we both ended up in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; together. In a nutshell, he came from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and now works at the church I found on the internet doing a combination of graphic design and youth ministry. We have basically hung out ever day since we really met. Adventures vary from taking shots of wheat grass juice (2 1/2 lbs. of fresh green vegetables) to jammin to 80's cover bands to taking directionless trips to the coast.&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future we hope that Chris will update his blog (he is a link on mine)  so we can tap into his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just got a brilliant idea. An explanation for the picture first . This is Chris trying to perfect the frown face. He has potential but a long ways to go! So let's have a competition throughout our blogging circle for the best frown. I am very proud of the arch in my frown. I will frequently be checking everyone’s blog for their frown face. So post one, if you don't then I'll just assume that I get to take home the cake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/d%20frown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/d%20frown.jpg" alt="" 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/15306185-113025253553355340?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/113025253553355340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=113025253553355340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113025253553355340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/113025253553355340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112994830295756386</id><published>2005-10-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:02:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/ipod-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/ipod-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the flip-phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now an IPOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next a plasma TV for real. (sorry JD that was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're talking baby steps here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point of this post! I, like the rest of the Apple lovin world, own an IPOD! And i must say I really dig the cingular commercial of the girl listening to i-tunes on her phone. You know, shes gracefully waking down the street, but on the inside she is JAMMIN to her tunes! I think it's a fantastic commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy birthday to dianne. This is my present thanks to a combination of people. I am super excited, although I still haven't actually gotten any songs on it just yet. My first attempt to use it, it FROZE! Typical, I know! But I'm just hoping to compete with Hanna for the title of the "technical genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the fun part! I got engrave something on the back. Naturally had I known about this in advance to ordering, I would have put deep thought into this engravement. But in the heat of the moment, I had to just choose a quote, a lyric, a verse, just something to sum up my i-tune identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I choose? Who can guess simply from this picture and by knowing my random thoughts??? You'll get a prize if you get it right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112994830295756386?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112994830295756386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112994830295756386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112994830295756386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112994830295756386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/definition-of-cool.html' title='definition of cool'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112960138777672108</id><published>2005-10-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T21:22:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a common phrase</title><content type='html'>There's no place like home... I guess Dorothy actually knew what she was talking about. And I never even really cared for the movie to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what... and probably to no one's surprise I miss home. And which spot do I exactly pinpoint as home, I'm not exactly positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montgomery was home for the longest but it seems like forever ago that I actually lived there. But on Sunday morning when I was sitting on my porch a hummingbird flew into my balcony and I think stared at me for at least 4 seconds. That's when it felt just like yesterday that I was sitting on my porch in Montgomery and my dad was recounting every time a hummingbird landed on one of our feeders. I got sentimental over a hummingbird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at church we were singing "my glorious" and it took me back to my days in Auburn at Encounter. As I closed my eyes I could see the room slam-pack filled with people praising the LORD. It was a great vision that I miss being part of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I miss everyone so much, naturally I turn to the cell phone to hear a voice, voices that bring comfort. And they did just that. The beauty of the entire day was knowing that everyone I spoke to that felt just like me. We all miss each other, but we are all where God has us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know without a shadow of a doubt that I am supposed to be at this exact spot in California. And I rejoice in the fact that the Lord has made that so evident to me. But I wanted to let everyone know that I miss you and you are irreplaceable. I am very happy here, but I do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I normally share the random and bizarre Cali moments in my blog. But today I wanted to give a different insight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112960138777672108?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112960138777672108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112960138777672108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112960138777672108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112960138777672108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/common-phrase.html' title='a common phrase'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112933868310577646</id><published>2005-10-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:44:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 23</title><content type='html'>My goal was simply to have low expectations for my birthday this year. Yes. This is the very first year, I haven't been physically with my family and friends. And knowing the big extravaganza we have always placed on each others birthdays, I didn't know exactly how this one was going to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someway somehow, yall made me feel just as special as you have on every other birthday. My face was filled with big smiles each time someone sang a beautiful birthday melody on my answering machine. The variations of the song NEVER get old. And to hear a little beep from my cell phone every time someone sent me a Happy Birthday text message was very exciting. And I even cherish the public humiliation of HORRIBLE pictures of me posted on your blogs, because behind every bad picture is a FANTASTIC memory. So you're off the hook this time, but if other pics start showing up I will be forced to retaliate...remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do on my birthday besides listen to messages and read blogs. Well, praise the Lord for Chris Denny. This year I celebrated my birthday with the coolest guy ever in Napa Valley. It began with wine tasting at &lt;a href="http://www.chandon.com/winery/visitors_center.html"&gt;Domain Chandon &lt;/a&gt;then followed by the fanciest dinner ever. A place called the Martini House that had outside seating and Christmas lights (my fav)! Our meal was 5 different plates of the chef's specialties. I ate goose liver on my birthday! And liked it! Everyone should try it! It has a cooler and fancier name but I can't remember it. The whole dining experince was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/bday%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, thanks to all my family and friends, old and new, I had a fantastic 23rd birthday! I am so blessed to have each of you in my life and I miss you like crazy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANKS EVERYONE AND MUCH LOVE!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah! I still think these are our prime years. 23 is still super young!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112933868310577646?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112933868310577646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112933868310577646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112933868310577646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112933868310577646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/turning-23.html' title='Turning 23'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112881883609699417</id><published>2005-10-08T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:41:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things they don't teach you in college</title><content type='html'>The saying goes, " You learn something new everyday..well as for me I think I learn at least 10 new things everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I shall share my new insights into the world with my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Wal-Marts are not very cool out West and super Wal-Marts are basically nonexistent...they have no idea what they are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 There is a print screen button on they keyboard that is very handy. (shift + F11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I am not a big fan of the spice dill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 There are many other ethnic restaurants outside of mexican and chinese. I see more Indian, Thai, Mediterranean, Japanese, Greek, Mexican, and Chinese food than a simple American Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 DINKS: acronym for Double Income No Kids. Permanent couples that have no intentions of getting married just live together to split housing costs and bills and don't ever want kids...strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Inspirational quote for october:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_07942.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;7 Everything reminds me of something or someone from back home, whether it's a song, a really cool vintage clothing store, loading the dishwasher, or a great chicken salad recipe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 People take EVERYTHING literally written in "Dianne's Details." I forget my humor may not accurately be expressed through my posts. In which case, no way is that really my tv. The picture of Jack Nicholson is a look a like. And the crowd surfing didn't exactly happen. My apologies, in the future I will italicize my exaggerations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 In essence, getting lost can actually be a good thing. Sometimes I find a beautiful drive, a sheep farm or have one more opportunity to study my map and hope to blessed with a sense of direction! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Giving Bubble Tape and Hubba Bubba to 8-yr old snaggled tooth, ratty hair girls in a station wagon at a podunk gas station is the peak of my job. They must have screamed "THANK YOU FOR THE GUM!!!" out the window 25 times. It was adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_07941.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112881883609699417?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112881883609699417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112881883609699417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112881883609699417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112881883609699417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-they-dont-teach-you-in-college.html' title='Things they don&apos;t teach you in college'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112839486392876621</id><published>2005-10-03T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:38:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>major updates</title><content type='html'>Busyness is no excuse for neglecting the blog. Numerous significant events have taken place that haven't been documented. I feel terrible. So I must recap. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/wrig_hollywood-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/wrig_hollywood-43.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Hollywood was amazing!! I meet my territory guys. They are hysterical. Out of 700 people, my guys are the life of the party. The only people to close down the band, so of course I had to join them! Wrigleys surely knows how to wine and dine to say the least. On the big night I got to ride in an excursion limo and be escorted down the red carpet (where they have the emmy's) to an Awards banquet. People off the streets were crowding around with cameras taking pics of us. We laughed really hard b/c they were gonna be really let down when no one picture worthy ever exited a limo- but great entertainment for me!! I took pics of them!! I also went to this LA club. Everyone dressed in black, covered in tattos, spikey scary hair, and screaming and jumping. Our guys in polos and kackis and no screaming and jumping. although I did crowd surf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I have definitly found a church. God is so good! The chain of events was amazing. Long story shortened. Becuase I was super late to a service, I meet the father of the paster (who knew John Ed and spoke at Frazier). He gave the 411 on the church, that has been transformed from traditional to contemporary based off a church in ATL called Northpoint...hmmmm! And then he started talking about Andy Stanly and how important small groups are?!?! I was like...this is it! And they need people who are willing to serve as leaders for jr &amp; sr high, and college. SO then I meet the jr high minister (my first friend!!!!) and have been introduced to A LOT of people in the church. They are super nice and have been very welcoming. So I am starting to find my niche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I expereinced a day in the life of a Wrigleys rep. by myself today! It was good, but it takes me FOREVER to make a call right now, the goal is 10 calls a day.....I only made 4. I think I need start sprinting through the parking lot. But I sold 2 contracts which is more important, so its all good. And one of the Middle Eastern owners gave me roses in a styrofom coffee cup! How sweet is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/the%20city-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/the%20city-082.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I went to "the city" (the only way to refer to San Francsico around here) with justin (my first friend). It is so fun and I drove the mini-van up the hills...sweet! And I almost ran a red light b/c freaked out as I drove past the most memorble/freightening lodging of MY LIFE! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/the%20city-081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say so much. But now my blogging conscious will be set free. And for those that continuted to read the whole thing...if you want samples of the newest items that wont be in stores til Jan...give me your addy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112839486392876621?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112839486392876621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112839486392876621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112839486392876621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112839486392876621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/major-updates.html' title='major updates'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112819694581304264</id><published>2005-10-01T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:15:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love</title><content type='html'>WITH COMCAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am in love with a cable company. And you are probably wondering why..because it has some amazing features. Who knew?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the crazy part. The only reason I even figured this out is because I actually decided to read the pamphlets they gave me when I signed up. Normally, I don't even bother and just stuff them in a drawer. But something possessed me to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's SO COOL what I discovered. This really cool photoshow thing. It makes the coolest slide shows and now I can upload them for yall and myself!!! And the cable guy was so nice that he gave me a free webcam!! I don't know what to do with it just yet, but if anyone else has one I think we can talk to each other through it!! So let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have the opportunity now or anytime in your life: Choose COMCAST to provide your internet and cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my site: &lt;a href="http://www.photoshow.net/diannemarie"&gt;Dianne's Photo Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to tweak it a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112819694581304264?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112819694581304264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112819694581304264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112819694581304264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112819694581304264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-love_01.html' title='in love'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112760619250504824</id><published>2005-09-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:19:57.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discoveries</title><content type='html'>well, I've been here a total of one week and it still barely feels real. I still find myself driving down the street, saying out loud to myself "I live in California?!?!" as if don't know. It is the weirdest thing being/living in a town that you really don't know where you want to go, eat, hang out, shop, drink your coffee or even steal free wi-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've decided these days are going to be a lot about trail and error. I am going to find a lot of strange things where I stay to myself I'm never doing that again and then other days I'll walk away thinking that was the coolest thing EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a little inspiration from Bridget Jones, I have decided to keep a list of each of the things I discover. Yesterday began the chain events. I decided to go to a park near by to read the Bohemian in which I circled every restaurant, concert, film, art gallery, etc. that interest me. As I was sitting there I observed 3 very interesting things. #1 The bravest child in the world. This little girl was tossing bread to about 25 squawking geese and ducks that were inches from her body. Those geese are scary and she just nonchalantly kept feeding them. #2 Then I saw this goose next to me that had a nub for a leg. It was bizarre. It kept digging its beak into the dirt, I don't know if that was helping it walk or if it attempting to eat dirt, b/c no one would throw him bread. Kinda sad...kinda funny.#3 Biscuet's clone. I wonder if his name was Biscuet too. I didn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discoveries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parks:1&lt;br /&gt;coffee shops:3&lt;br /&gt;festivals: 0&lt;br /&gt;random concerts:1&lt;br /&gt;neighbors met:2&lt;br /&gt;wrong turns: 53&lt;br /&gt;tolls paid: 3 + a $25 ticket for running out of change (result of wrong turn)&lt;br /&gt;successful parallel parking job:1&lt;br /&gt;humiliating parking job: 27&lt;br /&gt;books read: almost 1 (Bridget Jones Diary)&lt;br /&gt;one legged goose: 1&lt;br /&gt;a Biscuet clone:1&lt;br /&gt;gum: about a pack day&lt;br /&gt;Wrigley obsession: LifeSaver Sour Gummies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112760619250504824?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112760619250504824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112760619250504824' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112760619250504824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112760619250504824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/discoveries.html' title='discoveries'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112710474999986876</id><published>2005-09-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:44:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I would like to start this post off with the inspirational quote of the month. For those of you who eagerly looked forward to my quotes in the past, I have decided to continue sharing them through my blog (I found my calendar in a box today!!)&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Be yourself. There is something that you can do better than any other. Listen to the inward voice and bravely obey that." -unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;As for me, I felt that to be very appropriate. I keep going from one new thing to the next. It was a strange feeling when I flew into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and landed knowing that the next place I walked into was going to be my home. My apartment is slowly transforming into a cozy place. I have unpacked most of my life. Lance and Wall did take good care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave you with a couple of pics. Each represent something very important I have learned from the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/santa%20barbara%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/santa%20barbara%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Never will I commute to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, unless it's by motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mom: The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Golden   Gate&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it takes a couple of tries to park a mini-van. Can't wait til the parallel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving sales = great finds! Not real sure what kind of plant it is, but it is supossed to bloom real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112710474999986876?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112710474999986876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112710474999986876' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112710474999986876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112710474999986876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-in.html' title='Moving in'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112701305912558193</id><published>2005-09-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:10:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had I grown up california I think I could have been &lt;span style=""&gt;athletic&lt;/span&gt;. All you have to do is either roller blade, bike or skateboard and your in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_06201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_06201.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Marie, my trainer, and I dining at Trattoria Mollie's..Oprah's favorite lunch spot. We both order her &lt;span style=""&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; dish: Polpette alla Mollie a.ka. turkey meatballs (they had raisins in them..who would have every thought, but delicious! Then we attempted to hunt her down, but assume she had another lunch date elsewhere that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;State Street in Santa Rosa. I just love the palm trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Malibu sunsets. Every night is picturesque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I enjoyed photographing everything in sight. I think I will always be a tourist at heart! Hanging out the window with my camera...pretty soon I'll just attach it around my neck! I did something really brave this week. I went to dinner by myself..scray at first, but it was actually really fun! I went to the Sushi Marina and sat at the bar. I just hung out with everyone there and had soke for the first time.&lt;br /&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/15306185-112701305912558193?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112701305912558193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112701305912558193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112701305912558193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112701305912558193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-week.html' title='last week'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112665838782396617</id><published>2005-09-13T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:39:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sell gum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm actually here after a super long day of traveling. But the long day what heightened as I walked out the rental car place with the keys to a white seabring convertible. This guy looked at me and said its the only midsized car left....I wanted to leap over the counter and hug his neck. I mean...after this week, I'm gonna be a soccer mom for life sportin' the mini-van. So, of course, I took advantage of my wheels and cruised hwy1 for about 3 hrs yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the job, I am in my own organizational HEAVEN! I get to organize gum all day long. Each flavor and brand has a specific place and someone has to make sure it's not messy! Also there is a great color coded pattern for the gum. It seems like all those years making color coordinated note cards and organizing the frig really paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a ton to learn and there really is so much more to it than organizing. A lot is building relationships with store managers and getting more products on the shelves. And I get to be out in the field all day...good bye to cubicles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is...my right ear feels like it is full of water from the airplane. It's kinda driving me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112665838782396617?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112665838782396617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112665838782396617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112665838782396617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112665838782396617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-sell-gum.html' title='I sell gum!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112641314902216249</id><published>2005-09-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:34:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Hat Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/crazy%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/crazy%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm almost speechless. My dad didn't bat an eye as we watched my mother and all her girlfriends get into the limo dressed in full red hat society attire. I think if I was in middle school right now, I would be mortified. Instead, I think no matter how old you are a themed party in costume is always better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112641314902216249?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112641314902216249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112641314902216249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112641314902216249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112641314902216249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-hat-society.html' title='The Red Hat Society'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112641258845631105</id><published>2005-09-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:33:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Scared to Sit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/crazy%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/crazy%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that seat cover doesn't rotate in a circle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112641258845631105?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112641258845631105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112641258845631105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112641258845631105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112641258845631105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-scared-to-sit.html' title='Still Scared to Sit'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112613438498922787</id><published>2005-09-07T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:06:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Update</title><content type='html'>So a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice flight to Chicago. Meet cool people on the flight. Both who which gave me their name and #. What?!?! But one has potential for becoming the next steven speilberg. in which case I have is autograph...sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I saw a crazy airport bathroom toliet. I took a pic but will post it later. It was laced with a permanent toliet cover that rotated when flushing...wierd. Also was told I was getting picked up in a limo(really pumped)..instead I arrived in real cool lincoln town car(a lil depressed) with techi men talking techi lingo that I thought worked for wrigleys...not so much. i sat there really confused until it was obvious we were not w/ the same company (after which I introduced myself and began small talk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meet other Wrigley's people and they are cool. Today was like school. Learned from 8-5 about comp software. Lot to learn to say the least. But got a cool laptop. no complaints. So far I think this is going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I work in the confectionery industry...not the gum industry..who knew?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112613438498922787?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112613438498922787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112613438498922787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112613438498922787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112613438498922787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/chicago-update.html' title='Chicago Update'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112597865036128953</id><published>2005-09-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:53:42.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I hate good-byes, but I'm all about some closure. And my last month was full of closure activities. Today was the last day having the South as my homeland. Weird and sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some quality bonding time with Cecil yesterday. Usually, he's begging my guy friends to fish with him...well yesterday his daughter went. "Caught about 40!!" And I am quite proud because I did catch some rather beautiful bass (at least 2 lbers!). But I think for every fish I caught I caught at least 3 trees. But Cecil was very patient and yanked it out for me! He almost caught a monster, but it got away...we are still talking about it. It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the day of with a tasty ham &amp;amp; cheese omelet at Waffle House with my favorite &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; stars. Although our coffee looked like tea and we parted with tears, I made it through the day. A little shopping with Martha always easies the mind. And a surprise visit from Karen was a joy! It ended with a traditional steak dinner on the porch (great outside seating) with the rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not a very eventful post and with no pic, but a short peace out for now. I'll keep everyone updated on my blog while in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (like anyone really doubts that I might not update my blog). But I'll get to be one of the professional people who look like they are taking care of important business on their laptop...but really just be posting pictures of myself on my blog with one to many details to follow...but I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112597865036128953?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112597865036128953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112597865036128953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112597865036128953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112597865036128953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112586014375854387</id><published>2005-09-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:56:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find your own spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/au%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/au%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who is this guy walking in MY spot?!?! You heard me I've been roping off that spot for 4 years and now some random guy just thinks he can set up his food, his tv, and his chairs on my turf..I don’t think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe it's no longer my spot....He just better do it right is all I have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I went to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Auburn..&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;again! I'm starting to feel like the kid that just won't go away! It was great to see faces one last time and walk in the sea of obnoxious orange and mooch off other peoples tailgate (for the first time). But &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Auburn&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; feels different now! It's not my turf anymore, maybe it never really was...but I sure acted like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days until I fly out to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and I'm ready. It's definitely time to move on. Don't worry a huge chunk of my heart will always be devoted to &lt;st1:place&gt;Auburn&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Auburn football. I have already found an Auburn Fan Club in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; that I will be the president of here shortly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112586014375854387?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112586014375854387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112586014375854387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112586014375854387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112586014375854387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/09/find-your-own-spot.html' title='Find your own spot'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112546834958695667</id><published>2005-08-30T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:27:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Box up your life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/lance%20and%20wall1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/lance%20and%20wall1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I put my entire life, which consists of 17 boxes and a couple extra items, on a moving van with Lance and Wall to be shipped to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;! I consider myself pretty tight with the movers! They rocked and apparently 29 items TOTAL is somewhat of a small move..who knew?!?! And lets just say I better fall in love with California, but it's too dang expensive to move back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the privilege of spending the day as Hanna's sidekick. It was quite fantastic. Since I don’t exactly have any type of routine these days, I just hang out with lucky people and adapt to their schedule! We managed to wash the day away with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dawson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s Creek (Jack came out today) and what I would consider to be pretty professional photo shoot on Music Row. Photo shoots are now my new favorite pastime. Basically, if I photographed you there is a good chance you could show up on the cover of an album one day! As of now, Ryan has major potential. He has rockstar written all over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will say goodbye to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nashville&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Another place that was home for a while. I thought it to be a little more permanent, but life’s about changing and nothing ever stays the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112546834958695667?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112546834958695667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112546834958695667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112546834958695667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112546834958695667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/box-up-your-life.html' title='Box up your life!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112520855340582114</id><published>2005-08-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T17:53:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunite!!!</title><content type='html'>The next time I arrive in California it will no longer simply be to tour wine country, surf the Pacific or pray for a celebrity encounter...I will actually be gaining residency, driving with a California license and adjusting to a new world. But for now I am back in my familiar town with my familiar streets and FAVORITE people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cheeseball as it sounds, there is something special about walking into a place where everybody knows your name. No wonder Cheers was a hit...it's an ideal situation. Basically, I'll use any excuse possible to stop through &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Auburn&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. This past Thursday, Encounter was my pit stop on the way to Hotlanta for Rachies birthday (double dues that is!). Just like the TV Show, I was greeted with big hugs and smiling faces. It was FANTASTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was yet to come! Praise the Lord, Rachel turned 22 this weekend. Therefore, without question, a road trip to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was necessary....Time for a reunion!!! You would think the 5 of us haven’t seen each other in months, yet it's really only been 2 weeks. But we savor any opportunity to reunite knowing the next encounters may be few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line...my favorite people are the ones when it doesn’t matter what you do because the simple fact of being together is enough. Cheeseball again I know, but hey it’s true! No elaborate birthday celebration just good friends, good food, and good fun!! With a couple bonuses of a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Laguna   Beach&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; marathon, food court chicken samples, Debbie's famous &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kahlua&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Oreo, fudge cake! YUM, and a picture perfect view of the Atlanta skyline from Rachel's front porch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/Copy%20of%20xmas2%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/Copy%20of%20xmas2%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Future Bloomingdale models!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112520855340582114?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112520855340582114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112520855340582114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112520855340582114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112520855340582114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/reunite.html' title='Reunite!!!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112464507566608450</id><published>2005-08-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:33:41.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first wine tasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first day of wine tasting was all I hoped for and more! As my mom and I drove along highway 101 through the rolling hills with vineyards on either side of us, we were in awe of the beauty. I guess they call this place "Wine Country" for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mini-vacation with my mom has actually been filled with action-packed days of apartment hunting, furniture shopping and perfecting the u-turn (we get turned around all the time!). So we decided to take a break from that tough task and tour the wineries!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the &lt;a href="http://www.korbel.com/modules/content/?sid=9"&gt;Korbel Campagne Cellars&lt;/a&gt;. As of now, my mom and I might as well have tourist stamped on our forehead. Not only am I uneducated as a wine connoisseur, but I am the only person who gets IDed at the wine tasting bar. And then I normally have the "You have a great accent, where are you from?" conversation. But all in all, it was a beautiful vinyard and I can now recommend Korbel Cream Sherry. It is the best dessert wine I have ever tasted. It's almost like drinking pecan pie in a wine glass. I did leave with a bottle of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, we drove all through the countryside on little winding roads through quaint towns that led to the &lt;a href="http://www.chateausouverain.com/souverain/section/winery.jsp"&gt;Chateau Souverain Winery. &lt;/a&gt;It was, as they describe it, a historic French chateau; I felt like I had walked into a castle. And imagine this... as we pull in the front gates we witness a wedding ceremony on the front balcony of the chateau!!! Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...they had great wine too! But an important thing to know...white wine is basically unexceptable out here. RED is the only way to go. But I have nothing exciting to recommend. Sorry....unfortunately to me after a couple they all taste the same. I'm hoping that one day I will be able to decipher the difference simply by swirling the glass and whofting the smelling towards my nose. As for now, I'm just inexperienced, overeager tourist!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chateausouverain.com/souverain/section/winery.jsp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/15306185-112464507566608450?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112464507566608450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112464507566608450' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112464507566608450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112464507566608450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-first-wine-tasting.html' title='My first wine tasting'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112451964306104578</id><published>2005-08-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T09:48:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_02121.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out! Pretty soon this will be my view every morning as I wake up and drink my coffee on my balcony. And If you look really close you can even see a cross on the hillside. Just one way to be reminded of the Lord's presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I signed a lease in California!! AHHH!!! I have to say this quite often (out loud) to remind myself that this isn't a dream...its my life! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days in Cali with my mom have been one great adventure! When we arrived at the San Fran airport, our first task was to get a renta car and find our way. Needless to say, we were all excited about driving over the Golden Gate Bridge. But it was so dang foggy, we drove over the enomrous thing and had no idea we ever even on it! And imagine your mother from Alabama who hates driving at night in the first place being the tour guide in San Francisco at 1:00 am! We laughed...A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/IMG_0177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day began with a bang! I meet my boss (who is AMAZING) and she took me to a storage unit! It is filled from top to bottom with boxes of GUM!!!...I knew I might get some free samples here and there, but holy crap this is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other hightlight I must mention. I have found a replacement for the "Rage"..It's called the "Bohemian" for the North Bay Coast. How perfect is that! There's no way Nashville's entertainment can compete with that! The thursday hightlight will remain the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my goal is to eventually feel like a true local. But I have a long ways to go. I have learned that ordering white wine is obsurb. And I need to devote my eating habits to those of either a vegan, vegetarian or an organic addict. But honestly, I think I am really going to like it here. Everyone I have meet is extremely nice and friendly. The weather is beautiful and I have great hair because there is no humdity. What's not to like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112451964306104578?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112451964306104578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112451964306104578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112451964306104578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112451964306104578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-happening.html' title='It&apos;s happening'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15306185.post-112407770298052210</id><published>2005-08-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:12:47.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soak it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/1600/xmas2%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/184/1413/320/xmas2%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So good-byes have never really been my thing, but a small part of me actually has to move on.....hints the frowny faces in the pic of my roomies. A wonderful place known as the "crayola house" is no longer my home and neither is the loveliest village on the plains. This may sound like a depressing way to start of a small documentary of my life, but I have high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;expectations for the adventure ahead....don't worry. I mean who can really complain about living in the same state as Seth Cohen and having Arnold as your governor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways since all of my favorite people are no longer living in the same house or even in the same state for that matter, I figured what better way to provide easy access to the details of my life than through a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-side note: a "blog" used to be a school assignment that I dreaded daily and now I am choosing to spend precious moments of my day blogging for sheer joy...what's up with that?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well this is the first step towards change ...so let's frown and wave good-bye to the "crayola house" and "wacka wacka" (praise God) one last time. The next time I post I will have seen the a little glimpse into my life in Cali and cross your fingers that I find a place to live!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15306185-112407770298052210?l=diannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/112407770298052210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15306185&amp;postID=112407770298052210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112407770298052210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15306185/posts/default/112407770298052210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diannemarie.blogspot.com/2005/08/soak-it-up.html' title='Soak it up!'/><author><name>dianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208282097625737571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK6S-tT_gP0/SvYvsJ5de1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tJCGoe-WV7c/S220/4739_545287293063_33200630_32489986_7867557_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
