<?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-5635733318361842362</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:29:31.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanning The Flames of Disapproval</title><subtitle type='html'>See you there!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5555807288328236866</id><published>2012-01-27T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:02:01.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This song will not quit playing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Scars: By Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You're making me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;All I can say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Against my own advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I saw you going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But you never realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Compassions in my nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You shouldn't ever come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GegqjlDVtnk/TyM6hfCM9rI/AAAAAAAAcEY/b0eWPWjoUCE/s1600/broken%2Bheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GegqjlDVtnk/TyM6hfCM9rI/AAAAAAAAcEY/b0eWPWjoUCE/s400/broken%2Bheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702465900122011314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5555807288328236866?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5555807288328236866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5555807288328236866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5555807288328236866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5555807288328236866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2012/01/repeat.html' title='Repeat.....'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GegqjlDVtnk/TyM6hfCM9rI/AAAAAAAAcEY/b0eWPWjoUCE/s72-c/broken%2Bheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5594646038789540730</id><published>2011-10-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:00:22.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Chosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnrE4vzdwm4/TqTwlD3L9QI/AAAAAAAAaKw/dScH_XxoCDw/s1600/jack-o-lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666918750621529346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnrE4vzdwm4/TqTwlD3L9QI/AAAAAAAAaKw/dScH_XxoCDw/s400/jack-o-lantern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick me! Pick Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been chosen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am destined to be with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be here for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still here. Waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! How was your day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we going to do something together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're ripping me open, tearing me apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel hollow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this what you needed to be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've given everything for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm empty because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will wear a fake smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will light your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd always be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think about sharing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to sink inward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm melting down deeper and deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I'd always love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know everything would be about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5594646038789540730?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5594646038789540730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5594646038789540730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5594646038789540730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5594646038789540730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-chosen.html' title='Being Chosen'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnrE4vzdwm4/TqTwlD3L9QI/AAAAAAAAaKw/dScH_XxoCDw/s72-c/jack-o-lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-328957093317559689</id><published>2011-07-25T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:42:50.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Partied Like We Were Never Going To Get To Again"</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was seriously the first time Joe and I have spent the night away from our children in 4 and 1/2 years!!!! I was pretty excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtVsL3qEOw/TjUEiNpn0aI/AAAAAAAAYTE/sX-Tzz-AK1Q/s1600/100_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415494550344098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtVsL3qEOw/TjUEiNpn0aI/AAAAAAAAYTE/sX-Tzz-AK1Q/s400/100_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rented a houseboat with Sam and Ashley and all their friends and bridal party, for their bachelor/bachelorette weekend! We found a nice little cove to anchor to and got set to have a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-G_H-o4r_4/TjUEh4MuIxI/AAAAAAAAYS8/IeSp3uuCoiw/s1600/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415488791978770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-G_H-o4r_4/TjUEh4MuIxI/AAAAAAAAYS8/IeSp3uuCoiw/s400/100_1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys went out to have some bachelor time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_58kEY5rYnA/TjUEVcBixaI/AAAAAAAAYS0/e8yosYJ6zjs/s1600/100_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415275070473634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_58kEY5rYnA/TjUEVcBixaI/AAAAAAAAYS0/e8yosYJ6zjs/s400/100_1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us girls sunbathed and had some girl talk! Ashley's best friend, Ashley, was the jello shot girl and came out with a cooler full of jello shots and tossed them to us on our floaties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LRM-XAj20/TjUEVCwv76I/AAAAAAAAYSs/aSZBmlAMoZI/s1600/100_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415268289146786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LRM-XAj20/TjUEVCwv76I/AAAAAAAAYSs/aSZBmlAMoZI/s400/100_1010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I brought a special drink floaty because every good party should have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSROlWNsC8c/TjUEU6fw_LI/AAAAAAAAYSk/LO2AXi-6C4I/s1600/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415266070428850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSROlWNsC8c/TjUEU6fw_LI/AAAAAAAAYSk/LO2AXi-6C4I/s400/100_1011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley had some festive accessories on her drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3EoR7tEBYA/TjUEUT1RT7I/AAAAAAAAYSc/SmljpaVubZ0/s1600/100_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635415255691644850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3EoR7tEBYA/TjUEUT1RT7I/AAAAAAAAYSc/SmljpaVubZ0/s400/100_1012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not really sure how many jello shots we actually did, all I know is the cooler was gone before evening began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0pX2FHHvn8/TjUDwD3rGZI/AAAAAAAAYSU/3dJx4SxpOqI/s1600/100_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414632931465618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0pX2FHHvn8/TjUDwD3rGZI/AAAAAAAAYSU/3dJx4SxpOqI/s400/100_1014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe had a good time, but still had his responsibility belt on at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcocgg3YR34/TjUDvyi7X3I/AAAAAAAAYSM/iRkElMjwUYc/s1600/100_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414628281048946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcocgg3YR34/TjUDvyi7X3I/AAAAAAAAYSM/iRkElMjwUYc/s400/100_1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbvObZiBx8g/TjUDvu9Yq2I/AAAAAAAAYSE/aPVpgYLo0rg/s1600/100_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414627318279010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbvObZiBx8g/TjUDvu9Yq2I/AAAAAAAAYSE/aPVpgYLo0rg/s400/100_1018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52XSqxa_pfY/TjUDvfWmrBI/AAAAAAAAYR8/DGat-MVdIKQ/s1600/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414623129086994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52XSqxa_pfY/TjUDvfWmrBI/AAAAAAAAYR8/DGat-MVdIKQ/s400/100_1019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DFAdVoB5eU/TjUDV8VDcxI/AAAAAAAAYR0/atDNYLOeTJU/s1600/100_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414184230613778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DFAdVoB5eU/TjUDV8VDcxI/AAAAAAAAYR0/atDNYLOeTJU/s400/100_1023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were visited by lots of wildlife on our trip. This little girl just loved us and came back often. We were also visited by a bear, but apparently it doesn't like high pitched squealing because it didn't get that close and never came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJa0jVxUK9Q/TjUDVQfGGoI/AAAAAAAAYRs/oBREZbn73Ew/s1600/100_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414172461570690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJa0jVxUK9Q/TjUDVQfGGoI/AAAAAAAAYRs/oBREZbn73Ew/s400/100_1025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were also some geese that hung out for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8SLCmTXjQ/TjUDU5BM80I/AAAAAAAAYRk/ODjpymue4ew/s1600/100_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414166162174786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8SLCmTXjQ/TjUDU5BM80I/AAAAAAAAYRk/ODjpymue4ew/s400/100_1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2kKath5gVA/TjUDUlUA1jI/AAAAAAAAYRc/ZEUxtR-spUM/s1600/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635414160872363570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u2kKath5gVA/TjUDUlUA1jI/AAAAAAAAYRc/ZEUxtR-spUM/s400/100_1029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQuR6LICGQ/TjUCt5c3WOI/AAAAAAAAYRU/v7oLKxpEPIQ/s1600/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635413496263301346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQuR6LICGQ/TjUCt5c3WOI/AAAAAAAAYRU/v7oLKxpEPIQ/s400/100_1033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day two brought more people and more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfsddV4NVLU/TjUCt_YLusI/AAAAAAAAYRM/QuVF-e--6fg/s1600/100_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635413497854278338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfsddV4NVLU/TjUCt_YLusI/AAAAAAAAYRM/QuVF-e--6fg/s400/100_1034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6WUdd4kOlg/TjUCtTcH2iI/AAAAAAAAYRE/wppKBRx14CM/s1600/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635413486059641378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6WUdd4kOlg/TjUCtTcH2iI/AAAAAAAAYRE/wppKBRx14CM/s400/100_1037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nsldnw2SNPQ/TjUCtEquuSI/AAAAAAAAYQ8/_CLJdbGd9iQ/s1600/100_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635413482094377250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nsldnw2SNPQ/TjUCtEquuSI/AAAAAAAAYQ8/_CLJdbGd9iQ/s400/100_1038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time and now know that we are not cut out for full time partying!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-328957093317559689?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/328957093317559689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=328957093317559689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/328957093317559689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/328957093317559689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-partied-like-we-were-never-going-to.html' title='&quot;We Partied Like We Were Never Going To Get To Again&quot;'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVtVsL3qEOw/TjUEiNpn0aI/AAAAAAAAYTE/sX-Tzz-AK1Q/s72-c/100_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-4747221143361296812</id><published>2011-04-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:58:32.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robyn and Little Bear Tied the Knot!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Robyn and Little Bear's wedding. It was so exciting!!! Since Joe wasn't able to come, Chris had two dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkoG7NP9jw/TbTgOL8qxSI/AAAAAAAAVw4/aXXfRoGj_LI/s1600/106_4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346771058410786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkoG7NP9jw/TbTgOL8qxSI/AAAAAAAAVw4/aXXfRoGj_LI/s400/106_4261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robyn looked beautiful!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWH5W1YLKX8/TbTgN4VdKbI/AAAAAAAAVww/Xmozh85o9oc/s1600/106_4284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346765793667506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWH5W1YLKX8/TbTgN4VdKbI/AAAAAAAAVww/Xmozh85o9oc/s400/106_4284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud6S1eR2xJI/TbTgNp6KHHI/AAAAAAAAVwo/SytxnoNdkck/s1600/106_4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346761921076338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud6S1eR2xJI/TbTgNp6KHHI/AAAAAAAAVwo/SytxnoNdkck/s400/106_4286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dashing groomsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7YmMqMikSU/TbTfkSxZKOI/AAAAAAAAVwg/HR6csmltFfw/s1600/106_4290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346051335661794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7YmMqMikSU/TbTfkSxZKOI/AAAAAAAAVwg/HR6csmltFfw/s400/106_4290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful bridesmaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFjP3U5OoZw/TbTfkJMpADI/AAAAAAAAVwY/gHrP2Gcl6JA/s1600/106_4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346048765591602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFjP3U5OoZw/TbTfkJMpADI/AAAAAAAAVwY/gHrP2Gcl6JA/s400/106_4291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're so happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrSN8fCVh8E/TbTfju5mnoI/AAAAAAAAVwQ/QHjFZ7qu7p8/s1600/106_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346041706421890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrSN8fCVh8E/TbTfju5mnoI/AAAAAAAAVwQ/QHjFZ7qu7p8/s400/106_4315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk-QgcrayTg/TbTfjY0c7BI/AAAAAAAAVwI/73EQC8wchwk/s1600/106_4316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599346035779234834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk-QgcrayTg/TbTfjY0c7BI/AAAAAAAAVwI/73EQC8wchwk/s400/106_4316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki went into labor early last week, and since she was still recovering, she made a quick appearance with little Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-169cJ6J3CFY/TbTeXkqMm0I/AAAAAAAAVwA/XCcQFFvcLcE/s1600/106_4324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344733287390018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-169cJ6J3CFY/TbTeXkqMm0I/AAAAAAAAVwA/XCcQFFvcLcE/s400/106_4324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYIYYH2v2nM/TbTeXNXf9QI/AAAAAAAAVv4/LQfYfKah3q0/s1600/106_4333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344727034950914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYIYYH2v2nM/TbTeXNXf9QI/AAAAAAAAVv4/LQfYfKah3q0/s400/106_4333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrPLovqJmvw/TbTeW-hMp1I/AAAAAAAAVvw/YwlsWJUzRiM/s1600/106_4346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344723049097042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrPLovqJmvw/TbTeW-hMp1I/AAAAAAAAVvw/YwlsWJUzRiM/s400/106_4346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time!! The food was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a992kZv4Dio/TbTeWlIqiWI/AAAAAAAAVvo/Am39rXisgD8/s1600/106_4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599344716235311458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a992kZv4Dio/TbTeWlIqiWI/AAAAAAAAVvo/Am39rXisgD8/s400/106_4366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSX7dyxa6tU/TbTdlOF-XeI/AAAAAAAAVvg/v6LoQZVb3gE/s1600/106_4368_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599343868236422626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSX7dyxa6tU/TbTdlOF-XeI/AAAAAAAAVvg/v6LoQZVb3gE/s400/106_4368_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was lots of dancing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDduchUftsk/TbTdk4D_fMI/AAAAAAAAVvY/ewLtclSKWi4/s1600/106_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599343862322527426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDduchUftsk/TbTdk4D_fMI/AAAAAAAAVvY/ewLtclSKWi4/s400/106_4387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp-eN9j92Fk/TbTdkbpek9I/AAAAAAAAVvQ/UaGga2vRtY4/s1600/106_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599343854695125970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp-eN9j92Fk/TbTdkbpek9I/AAAAAAAAVvQ/UaGga2vRtY4/s400/106_4392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kfLs3csGF4/TbTdkPvmc9I/AAAAAAAAVvI/pZq6ZN7necQ/s1600/106_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599343851499582418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kfLs3csGF4/TbTdkPvmc9I/AAAAAAAAVvI/pZq6ZN7necQ/s400/106_4393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations Brian and Robyn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-4747221143361296812?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/4747221143361296812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=4747221143361296812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4747221143361296812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4747221143361296812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2011/04/robyn-and-little-bear-tied-knot.html' title='Robyn and Little Bear Tied the Knot!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkoG7NP9jw/TbTgOL8qxSI/AAAAAAAAVw4/aXXfRoGj_LI/s72-c/106_4261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-1515440670888966074</id><published>2010-05-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:46:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikini Contest!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it! I participated in the 14th Annual Pregnant Bikini Contest!!! I tried really hard not to be nervous as I was getting ready. I only had one "what was I thinking moment" and it was while I was going through my 3-year-old's drawers looking for body glitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbNnvKb_I/AAAAAAAALrk/mgwoCcoGBVw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736874586206194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbNnvKb_I/AAAAAAAALrk/mgwoCcoGBVw/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although Abby is off visiting family, her husband, Shane, was awesome and came out to hang out with Joe and yell for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbNHQYfxI/AAAAAAAALrc/IPuyBwRmhjA/s1600/P5070038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736865867169554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbNHQYfxI/AAAAAAAALrc/IPuyBwRmhjA/s400/P5070038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe said I looked hot, which pretty much made the whole day for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbMVyWhoI/AAAAAAAALrU/JOq3I6sNTCA/s1600/P5070039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736852587873922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbMVyWhoI/AAAAAAAALrU/JOq3I6sNTCA/s400/P5070039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My photographer was having a little trouble with the camera, but he managed a few shots that weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbL3mrvbI/AAAAAAAALrM/H38JnbaOoP8/s1600/P5070040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736844485868978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbL3mrvbI/AAAAAAAALrM/H38JnbaOoP8/s400/P5070040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I actually shook my ass in front on all those people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbLJ0rxNI/AAAAAAAALrE/4u50d0r1_EM/s1600/P5070043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736832196560082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbLJ0rxNI/AAAAAAAALrE/4u50d0r1_EM/s400/P5070043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to take a break in between rounds to go hang out in the crowd. It was so exciting to see Nikki, Josh, Robyn, and Jeanelle! They missed my debut but I strutted around for them anyway, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-Ta0tYaqVI/AAAAAAAALq4/hnx_6aBhUHI/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736446604683602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-Ta0tYaqVI/AAAAAAAALq4/hnx_6aBhUHI/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately I was one of the 34 contestants cut, but it was a great experience that I will always be able to say I did it! One last picture of me before we headed out of the hot bar! (It was seriously like 100 degrees in there!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-Ta0LLx6wI/AAAAAAAALqw/WDN5cylamAQ/s1600/P5070045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736437424876290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-Ta0LLx6wI/AAAAAAAALqw/WDN5cylamAQ/s400/P5070045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, now bring on the baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-1515440670888966074?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/1515440670888966074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=1515440670888966074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1515440670888966074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1515440670888966074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2010/05/bikinin-contest.html' title='Bikini Contest!!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-TbNnvKb_I/AAAAAAAALrk/mgwoCcoGBVw/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5046568669762654975</id><published>2010-05-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:03:54.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Swimsuit Debut</title><content type='html'>Since I am boldly (totally freaking out) going to be part of the local &lt;a href="http://www.rock1053.com/pages/2010pregnantbikinicontest.html"&gt;Pregnant Bikini Contest&lt;/a&gt;, I decided I would have a little practice run. I think I might be ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqyN3VDI/AAAAAAAALqU/tLgFjkxExwE/s1600/P5020062_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583987918001202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqyN3VDI/AAAAAAAALqU/tLgFjkxExwE/s400/P5020062_edited-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqfTvI5I/AAAAAAAALqM/wziiCGU0Ljo/s1600/P5020065_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583982842356626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqfTvI5I/AAAAAAAALqM/wziiCGU0Ljo/s400/P5020065_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqFeIm1I/AAAAAAAALqE/Xqk78CzYnAI/s1600/P5020070_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583975906646866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqFeIm1I/AAAAAAAALqE/Xqk78CzYnAI/s400/P5020070_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCpjN-cpI/AAAAAAAALp8/4EQOae5Oh_E/s1600/P5020079_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583966712066706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCpjN-cpI/AAAAAAAALp8/4EQOae5Oh_E/s400/P5020079_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I couldn't get away with doing a swimsuit shoot and not include Joli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCcyzoJAI/AAAAAAAALp0/xNwXbKoDPN0/s1600/P5020089_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583747558220802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCcyzoJAI/AAAAAAAALp0/xNwXbKoDPN0/s400/P5020089_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCcerMfLI/AAAAAAAALps/LYyunf0sTxY/s1600/P5020095_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467583742154144946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCcerMfLI/AAAAAAAALps/LYyunf0sTxY/s400/P5020095_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, what do you think? Are you going to come support me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5046568669762654975?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5046568669762654975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5046568669762654975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5046568669762654975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5046568669762654975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-swimsuit-debut.html' title='My Swimsuit Debut'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S-DCqyN3VDI/AAAAAAAALqU/tLgFjkxExwE/s72-c/P5020062_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-8746296283871913095</id><published>2010-01-20T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:34:55.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Fishes!</title><content type='html'>So we went to the aquarium today and there were a few tanks that I just had to stop and look a little more closely at. I mean, is it just me or should these particular fish be in an "adults only" section!?!?! I swear I've bought one of these before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S1eumoYLlEI/AAAAAAAAKWY/LIKzqs37w8Y/s1600-h/P1200049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428999854515524674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S1eumoYLlEI/AAAAAAAAKWY/LIKzqs37w8Y/s400/P1200049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one's a little fancier but I'm sure the same principle applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S1eumKTyuNI/AAAAAAAAKWQ/BK2OsX6eYoY/s1600-h/P1200050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428999846444054738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S1eumKTyuNI/AAAAAAAAKWQ/BK2OsX6eYoY/s400/P1200050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a dirty world we live in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-8746296283871913095?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/8746296283871913095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=8746296283871913095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8746296283871913095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8746296283871913095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirty-little-fishes.html' title='Dirty Little Fishes!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/S1eumoYLlEI/AAAAAAAAKWY/LIKzqs37w8Y/s72-c/P1200049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-4040015317632392969</id><published>2009-09-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:23:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I've spent the past two and a half years striving for the motivation I would need to get the body I desire. I've come closer to doing the things that I would need to do to gain that body but still not necessarily motivated. Today I found a picture that will henceforth be my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SrV01RM6CkI/AAAAAAAAJNk/TlXVkbMNw3U/s1600-h/P9190015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383337388090722882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SrV01RM6CkI/AAAAAAAAJNk/TlXVkbMNw3U/s400/P9190015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-4040015317632392969?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/4040015317632392969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=4040015317632392969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4040015317632392969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4040015317632392969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SrV01RM6CkI/AAAAAAAAJNk/TlXVkbMNw3U/s72-c/P9190015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-7976187043273828083</id><published>2009-09-12T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:42:55.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Gotta Brand New Tattoo"</title><content type='html'>Joe had an appointment to get tattoo work this morning and surprised me by offering it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDWVOTEgI/AAAAAAAAJEk/DcPQIpVYyj8/s1600-h/P9120133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380820074478375426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDWVOTEgI/AAAAAAAAJEk/DcPQIpVYyj8/s400/P9120133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent most of the session reminding myself that I gave birth to an 8lb. baby without any medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDV0V7A_I/AAAAAAAAJEc/hg6CeDomMJ4/s1600-h/P9120135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380820065651983346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDV0V7A_I/AAAAAAAAJEc/hg6CeDomMJ4/s400/P9120135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's no pain here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDVeg6cZI/AAAAAAAAJEU/h_k-YDo7LTA/s1600-h/P9120137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380820059792503186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDVeg6cZI/AAAAAAAAJEU/h_k-YDo7LTA/s400/P9120137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joli thinks tattoo parlors are the best! Every one there thought she was the most adorable thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDGF7KFxI/AAAAAAAAJEM/OATG_wUh3dU/s1600-h/P9120138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380819795493656338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDGF7KFxI/AAAAAAAAJEM/OATG_wUh3dU/s400/P9120138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two hours later my faerie was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDFhxWWjI/AAAAAAAAJEE/uHeXSJlO2Us/s1600-h/P9120141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380819785788840498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDFhxWWjI/AAAAAAAAJEE/uHeXSJlO2Us/s400/P9120141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not too big but it's definitely not small. Joe also pointed out that there's plenty of room next to her for a little boy...hmmmm, interesting Joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDFCXZktI/AAAAAAAAJD8/kCYd1ak3DzI/s1600-h/P9120145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380819777358500562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDFCXZktI/AAAAAAAAJD8/kCYd1ak3DzI/s400/P9120145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I just have to keep reminding myself that it's not a sunburn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-7976187043273828083?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/7976187043273828083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=7976187043273828083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/7976187043273828083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/7976187043273828083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-gotta-brand-new-tattoo.html' title='&quot;I Gotta Brand New Tattoo&quot;'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqyDWVOTEgI/AAAAAAAAJEk/DcPQIpVYyj8/s72-c/P9120133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-2210180489309521276</id><published>2009-09-10T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:37:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Def Leppard and Poisen!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we totally rocked out in a flashback to the 80's. We all met up at Chris and Kacie's. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every one's&lt;/span&gt; costumes were awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq73iJSFI/AAAAAAAAI_c/e9enxqE1khQ/s1600-h/P9090003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737700390226002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq73iJSFI/AAAAAAAAI_c/e9enxqE1khQ/s400/P9090003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I was the only girl but hey, I knew the songs and even brought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt;! Kacie said that she would watch the girls so both Chris and I could go. Mikey and Lil' Bear came with us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq7pH-AcI/AAAAAAAAI_U/urjdhR4qkH4/s1600-h/P9090004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737696522338754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq7pH-AcI/AAAAAAAAI_U/urjdhR4qkH4/s400/P9090004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Lil' Bear came in Joli started crying but as soon as he told her who he was she gave him a big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq6-eXdYI/AAAAAAAAI_M/A0BysIcoQ0k/s1600-h/P9090005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737685073556866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq6-eXdYI/AAAAAAAAI_M/A0BysIcoQ0k/s400/P9090005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met some other fans in the parking lot and had to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq6bB6-MI/AAAAAAAAI_E/_l5Eu3GbH9U/s1600-h/P9090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737675559008450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq6bB6-MI/AAAAAAAAI_E/_l5Eu3GbH9U/s400/P9090010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There may have been some consumption prior to the event... and then once we were there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq58v4knI/AAAAAAAAI-8/X5Zzz1FFPfw/s1600-h/P9090011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737667430290034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq58v4knI/AAAAAAAAI-8/X5Zzz1FFPfw/s400/P9090011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys all looked awesome, and there were &lt;em&gt;plenty&lt;/em&gt; of girls there to back that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqYfqpt4I/AAAAAAAAI-0/WajrBV_UIaw/s1600-h/P9090014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737092688033666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqYfqpt4I/AAAAAAAAI-0/WajrBV_UIaw/s400/P9090014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqXh803HI/AAAAAAAAI-s/s2SV67hyuH0/s1600-h/P9090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737076121263218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqXh803HI/AAAAAAAAI-s/s2SV67hyuH0/s400/P9090021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqWz4YkII/AAAAAAAAI-k/DkObdgQu7nY/s1600-h/P9090024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737063754600578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqWz4YkII/AAAAAAAAI-k/DkObdgQu7nY/s400/P9090024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before too long one of the guys showed up with his girlfriend so I had another girl to rock with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqWTbBlMI/AAAAAAAAI-c/OibVo2KKLOs/s1600-h/P9090026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737055041524930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqWTbBlMI/AAAAAAAAI-c/OibVo2KKLOs/s400/P9090026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqVzxJztI/AAAAAAAAI-U/B7DsaMTOhNA/s1600-h/P9090028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737046544404178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqiqVzxJztI/AAAAAAAAI-U/B7DsaMTOhNA/s400/P9090028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait til Halloween! I think I'm going to dress up the whole week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-2210180489309521276?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/2210180489309521276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=2210180489309521276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2210180489309521276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2210180489309521276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/09/def-leppard-and-poisen.html' title='Def Leppard and Poisen!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sqiq73iJSFI/AAAAAAAAI_c/e9enxqE1khQ/s72-c/P9090003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-3130739125387360241</id><published>2009-09-06T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:42:42.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pretty much sums up the night! Joe and I went to see some AWESOME bands play tonight, and thanks to Chris and Kacie, it was just the two of us (love you guys!!). We had so much fun! We made a little stop at the margarita stand on our way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvH7ZRF_I/AAAAAAAAI3E/0vpY8e12Jag/s1600-h/P9050007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264562003941362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvH7ZRF_I/AAAAAAAAI3E/0vpY8e12Jag/s400/P9050007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once we were seated we just hung out and messed with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvHVY4-lI/AAAAAAAAI28/C4O9CvT5MdM/s1600-h/P9050018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264551801813586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvHVY4-lI/AAAAAAAAI28/C4O9CvT5MdM/s400/P9050018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the first AMAZING band came on! &lt;a href="http://www.savingabel.com/"&gt;Saving Abel&lt;/a&gt; was so incredible live! Some people didn't even realize they were going to be there as they were the "opening band", but they were one of the bands that we had come to see. Joe and I LOVED it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvGyj2WuI/AAAAAAAAI20/0WnXYHiEMdo/s1600-h/P9050034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264542452538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvGyj2WuI/AAAAAAAAI20/0WnXYHiEMdo/s400/P9050034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the next band started setting up for their show and we entertained ourselves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNufbdvqsI/AAAAAAAAI2s/vHby-YeekZw/s1600-h/P9050035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263866238020290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNufbdvqsI/AAAAAAAAI2s/vHby-YeekZw/s400/P9050035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another PHENOMENAL band! &lt;a href="http://www.paparoach.com/"&gt;Papa Roach&lt;/a&gt; was also so amazing live and had a great set of old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNue2UlCPI/AAAAAAAAI2k/SiYQwP4Zz0I/s1600-h/P9050037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263856267462898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNue2UlCPI/AAAAAAAAI2k/SiYQwP4Zz0I/s400/P9050037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe and I both love Papa Roach. They totally rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNueeTgnQI/AAAAAAAAI2c/Hm1UZ_xJ73Y/s1600-h/P9050039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263849820527874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNueeTgnQI/AAAAAAAAI2c/Hm1UZ_xJ73Y/s400/P9050039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my bladder is incredibly tiny, I slipped off to go to the bathroom and then decided to stop at the beer stand on my way back. I just wanted one beer. Man they are starting to cost a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt2n_9KfI/AAAAAAAAI2U/YsfRaHyuZj0/s1600-h/P9050042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263165228100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt2n_9KfI/AAAAAAAAI2U/YsfRaHyuZj0/s400/P9050042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently the cashier pushed the wrong button so I hung out for a little bit while the manager was calling the bank to make sure they didn't really charge me that. Then they offered me a free beer for waiting. Whoooooo-hooooooo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got back the next band came on, which also played an awesome set. You can't really read there name, but it was &lt;a href="http://www.hindermusic.com/new/"&gt;Hinder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt102Mf4I/AAAAAAAAI2M/q7H2BSZX2v8/s1600-h/P9050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263151496953730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt102Mf4I/AAAAAAAAI2M/q7H2BSZX2v8/s400/P9050043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was quite a bit of time between the third band and the last one, but we managed to stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt1c3re_I/AAAAAAAAI2E/vUvG4X-ovIE/s1600-h/P9050054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378263145060727794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNt1c3re_I/AAAAAAAAI2E/vUvG4X-ovIE/s400/P9050054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point I'd had half a margarita and a HUGE beer. It's safe to say I was a wee bit drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNteqG8pFI/AAAAAAAAI18/--kVQVCxhf4/s1600-h/P9050055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262753477436498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNteqG8pFI/AAAAAAAAI18/--kVQVCxhf4/s400/P9050055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe took my camera away because he said I was being insane, but then he took more pictures of me. Hahahahahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNteAJj75I/AAAAAAAAI10/fR4-pUZGOdU/s1600-h/P9050057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262742214111122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNteAJj75I/AAAAAAAAI10/fR4-pUZGOdU/s400/P9050057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally &lt;a href="http://www.nickelback.com/"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/a&gt; made their appearance. Apparently some people had just come to see Nickelback as I heard some girls in the bathroom talking about how disappointed they were that there were three opening bands, um...hello!!!! That was the whole point. To go to a concert with four awesome bands!!! Well we certainly got our money's worth. And Nickelback so totally rocked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtdv5_o9I/AAAAAAAAI1s/U4QpoYrLDKM/s1600-h/P9050065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262737853850578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtdv5_o9I/AAAAAAAAI1s/U4QpoYrLDKM/s400/P9050065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a little harder to get good pictures in the dark but I did end up with one good video. The band was so much fun! The lead singer is hilarious!!! Then he got together with the lead singers of Hinder and Papa Roach and sang AC/DC's "Highway to Hell". It was so awesome!! The later in the night they sang Garth Brooks' "Friends in Low Places"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtJCkmfoI/AAAAAAAAI1k/yyF6_CfBQ2M/s1600-h/P9050097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262382087143042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtJCkmfoI/AAAAAAAAI1k/yyF6_CfBQ2M/s400/P9050097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pretty much screamed and danced through the entire show. In fact I knew how long to let my screams go based on whether or not I was starting to black out. But Joe agreed that I have quite the scream in me. When we first showed up there was a preppy couple sitting in front of us that kept giving me the dirtiest looks every time I screamed. I wanted to say "Oh I'm sorry, isn't this the ROCK CONCERT!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtIqhCekI/AAAAAAAAI1c/n8tg_zl6zcI/s1600-h/P9050104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262375629748802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtIqhCekI/AAAAAAAAI1c/n8tg_zl6zcI/s400/P9050104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nickelback had some supremo pyrotechnics! There were a few times when I was sure the whole damn thing was going to burn down. It was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtILe8RWI/AAAAAAAAI1U/kA4MAWCbrRI/s1600-h/P9050114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378262367299454306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNtILe8RWI/AAAAAAAAI1U/kA4MAWCbrRI/s400/P9050114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I've been to some awesome concerts, but hands down, best concert ever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-3130739125387360241?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/3130739125387360241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=3130739125387360241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3130739125387360241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3130739125387360241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/09/whooooooooooooooo.html' title='WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SqNvH7ZRF_I/AAAAAAAAI3E/0vpY8e12Jag/s72-c/P9050007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-3982089518642156411</id><published>2009-08-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:38:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bad Faerie!</title><content type='html'>Laume has all of her photos uploaded now and I found some awesome ones of me from bad faeries day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0GJRcT8I/AAAAAAAAIWc/xJ5NfhuMCQs/s1600-h/3791675096_87b19f4ff0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367292504835903426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0GJRcT8I/AAAAAAAAIWc/xJ5NfhuMCQs/s400/3791675096_87b19f4ff0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0Fl8iAuI/AAAAAAAAIWU/EcMmAm08iXE/s1600-h/3791676236_210898d798%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367292495352955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0Fl8iAuI/AAAAAAAAIWU/EcMmAm08iXE/s400/3791676236_210898d798%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0FKyCfVI/AAAAAAAAIWM/4Jyr5WPTI7Y/s1600-h/3790864561_6fcf2d5f0f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367292488061189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0FKyCfVI/AAAAAAAAIWM/4Jyr5WPTI7Y/s400/3790864561_6fcf2d5f0f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzeU8mj9I/AAAAAAAAIWE/skHA2CEbQ9c/s1600-h/3790867801_2b823f82d6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367291820774952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzeU8mj9I/AAAAAAAAIWE/skHA2CEbQ9c/s400/3790867801_2b823f82d6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzeNz9I_I/AAAAAAAAIV8/D6441EACESs/s1600-h/3791679688_0f4ac7b0e3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367291818859635698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzeNz9I_I/AAAAAAAAIV8/D6441EACESs/s400/3791679688_0f4ac7b0e3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't the only one with the red and black idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzdtukjyI/AAAAAAAAIV0/weLpZGPSSS0/s1600-h/3790887533_1bf3a525c1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367291810247118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnxzdtukjyI/AAAAAAAAIV0/weLpZGPSSS0/s400/3790887533_1bf3a525c1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-3982089518642156411?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/3982089518642156411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=3982089518642156411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3982089518642156411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3982089518642156411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-bad-faerie.html' title='More Bad Faerie!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Snx0GJRcT8I/AAAAAAAAIWc/xJ5NfhuMCQs/s72-c/3791675096_87b19f4ff0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-4881804368497883110</id><published>2009-08-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:48:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Bad Faerie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVSdlq9kpI/AAAAAAAAIPM/qTXYAi31z_4/s1600-h/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365285199363805842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVSdlq9kpI/AAAAAAAAIPM/qTXYAi31z_4/s400/IMG_5681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVSdAr4cwI/AAAAAAAAIPE/RA4JUSBG_MU/s1600-h/IMG_5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365285189435552514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVSdAr4cwI/AAAAAAAAIPE/RA4JUSBG_MU/s400/IMG_5683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nap Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVScnBJgrI/AAAAAAAAIO8/ZaZ26o7Wf8I/s1600-h/IMG_5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365285182545429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVScnBJgrI/AAAAAAAAIO8/ZaZ26o7Wf8I/s400/IMG_5763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Bad Faerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVScWbROqI/AAAAAAAAIO0/kE-n9iGYlaY/s1600-h/IMG_5784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365285178091584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVScWbROqI/AAAAAAAAIO0/kE-n9iGYlaY/s400/IMG_5784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was FUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-4881804368497883110?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/4881804368497883110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=4881804368497883110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4881804368497883110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4881804368497883110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-bad-faerie.html' title='Such a Bad Faerie!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SnVSdlq9kpI/AAAAAAAAIPM/qTXYAi31z_4/s72-c/IMG_5681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-2412885208139767644</id><published>2009-05-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:56:43.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging at Sam's</title><content type='html'>William, Joli and I headed over to Sam's house yesterday as Joe was there and we wanted to see him! Here's the three brothers Sam, Joe and William!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPyABOMYI/AAAAAAAAG-8/gxJPjHSQDa0/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205122572104066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPyABOMYI/AAAAAAAAG-8/gxJPjHSQDa0/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam was trying to teach William to do back flips off the diving board but William is so tall he kept hitting his stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPx9Xm8bI/AAAAAAAAG-0/h-7sDnQ2Z2o/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205121860694450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPx9Xm8bI/AAAAAAAAG-0/h-7sDnQ2Z2o/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam's a shorty (not really, but shorter than William) so he was able to pull off the spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPcF7TY-I/AAAAAAAAG-s/tVfshc9RJZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204746200769506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPcF7TY-I/AAAAAAAAG-s/tVfshc9RJZ4/s400/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the group playing flip cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPcHR2TfI/AAAAAAAAG-k/lSTWSgjd7o0/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204746563767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPcHR2TfI/AAAAAAAAG-k/lSTWSgjd7o0/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Joe was being responsible parent and driver I had the green light to drink. But there weren't really any drinks there that I like, so I decided to make my own. I named it the Lisa Island Ice Tea. It was 1/3 Absolut, 1/3 orange liqueur, 1/3 Malibu, some ice and a splash of ice tea to give it color. This picture didn't load right, but it very adequately describes how I felt once I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPbtyQ2PI/AAAAAAAAG-c/AZ5OZfzb16A/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204739720403186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPbtyQ2PI/AAAAAAAAG-c/AZ5OZfzb16A/s400/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to take pictures of everyone from the diving board and William decided he wanted to use it. Joe is so funny, hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO5Q1vN4I/AAAAAAAAG-U/NGe-hAFrAUs/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204147834795906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO5Q1vN4I/AAAAAAAAG-U/NGe-hAFrAUs/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three brothers started to get creative and tried to make a tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO5OyPRWI/AAAAAAAAG-M/b-9H4mKBBAE/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204147283248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO5OyPRWI/AAAAAAAAG-M/b-9H4mKBBAE/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The problem was always after one guy got on another guys shoulders. There was just too much weight for the next guy to make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO4jpplTI/AAAAAAAAG-E/p6FCbvHW78A/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204135704499506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGO4jpplTI/AAAAAAAAG-E/p6FCbvHW78A/s400/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They tried several different combinations, and they were all the sober ones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOP0fcC9I/AAAAAAAAG98/UQVfw851dOU/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203435850435538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOP0fcC9I/AAAAAAAAG98/UQVfw851dOU/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventually they gave up and set off to find happiness elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOPm3lUAI/AAAAAAAAG90/N4ZXn_Z5n3E/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203432193609730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOPm3lUAI/AAAAAAAAG90/N4ZXn_Z5n3E/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow we all ended up in Sam's room watching the kids jump from the bed to the giant beanbag. Here's the brothers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOPenUcFI/AAAAAAAAG9s/kJY5-JwxMkw/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337203429977911378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGOPenUcFI/AAAAAAAAG9s/kJY5-JwxMkw/s400/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was awesome to hang out with everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-2412885208139767644?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/2412885208139767644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=2412885208139767644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2412885208139767644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2412885208139767644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-at-sams.html' title='Hanging at Sam&apos;s'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/ShGPyABOMYI/AAAAAAAAG-8/gxJPjHSQDa0/s72-c/IMG_1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-4752447565591787105</id><published>2009-05-01T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:09:25.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling!</title><content type='html'>I got to have a night out with friends tonight while Joli stayed home and played with our favorite neighbor. I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sfvvpzt3e8I/AAAAAAAAGu8/yk06PUSVjFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331118085459377090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sfvvpzt3e8I/AAAAAAAAGu8/yk06PUSVjFQ/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight was cosmic bowling and we were all so entertained by how our shoes lit up! I was also entertained by my white leggings but that wasn't a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvTCWtdUI/AAAAAAAAGu0/2vK0y1oQVTg/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117694251791682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvTCWtdUI/AAAAAAAAGu0/2vK0y1oQVTg/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leanh showed up late and gimpy from her bum knee. She ended up bowling pretty well though. Nikki and I had some lucky points, but mostly we weren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvSqOUXmI/AAAAAAAAGus/hsTsygROpz8/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117687774142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvSqOUXmI/AAAAAAAAGus/hsTsygROpz8/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robyn was bowling very well but towards the end we all got a little goofy. Nice shot Robyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvSJcocbI/AAAAAAAAGuk/A892Qr0mqNY/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117678975807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvvSJcocbI/AAAAAAAAGuk/A892Qr0mqNY/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leanh totally kicked butt in the last game and we were all so excited, especially her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvuyKtx9TI/AAAAAAAAGuc/OlVogUypeU0/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117129560356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvuyKtx9TI/AAAAAAAAGuc/OlVogUypeU0/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the happy "kicked some butt" face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvuyPfPjxI/AAAAAAAAGuU/ckPUx8TECLw/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117130841558802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SfvuyPfPjxI/AAAAAAAAGuU/ckPUx8TECLw/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out that beer does NOT make you a better bowler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sfvux-ibgbI/AAAAAAAAGuM/u5mW5YGspUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331117126291521970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sfvux-ibgbI/AAAAAAAAGuM/u5mW5YGspUQ/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all had a great time and I was so excited to sit and relax without chasing a small child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-4752447565591787105?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/4752447565591787105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=4752447565591787105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4752447565591787105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4752447565591787105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/05/bowling.html' title='Bowling!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sfvvpzt3e8I/AAAAAAAAGu8/yk06PUSVjFQ/s72-c/IMG_0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-3473439295195439083</id><published>2009-04-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:33:21.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Me Baby</title><content type='html'>I got a new shirt today and it inspired me to dress somewhat punkish. So I put up the effort and did my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Se_8yI86igI/AAAAAAAAGmU/IGPjO5LqBos/s1600-h/IMG_9995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327754822529223170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Se_8yI86igI/AAAAAAAAGmU/IGPjO5LqBos/s400/IMG_9995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my crazy punk outfit. Not too punk, but I felt good. I also got some extra friendly smiles at the restaurant tonight so yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Se_8x7_a1dI/AAAAAAAAGmM/g3AghQa0ofg/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327754819050067410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Se_8x7_a1dI/AAAAAAAAGmM/g3AghQa0ofg/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-3473439295195439083?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/3473439295195439083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=3473439295195439083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3473439295195439083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3473439295195439083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/04/punk-me-baby.html' title='Punk Me Baby'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Se_8yI86igI/AAAAAAAAGmU/IGPjO5LqBos/s72-c/IMG_9995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-1722336092636358929</id><published>2009-04-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:15:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad, Bad Faerie</title><content type='html'>My outfit for Bad Faerie day is mostly complete. Here is the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5qj3kpI/AAAAAAAAGiI/WlGWZooXhUo/s1600-h/IMG_9804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248620880007826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5qj3kpI/AAAAAAAAGiI/WlGWZooXhUo/s400/IMG_9804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the back. The tights and the wings are awesome additions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5jdf7bI/AAAAAAAAGiA/4QPHX6CiwJA/s1600-h/IMG_9806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248618974244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5jdf7bI/AAAAAAAAGiA/4QPHX6CiwJA/s400/IMG_9806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I added another layer to the purple dress and now that outfit is starting to come together as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5Vv4KeI/AAAAAAAAGh4/sVbdC6EPZNg/s1600-h/IMG_9808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248615293233634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5Vv4KeI/AAAAAAAAGh4/sVbdC6EPZNg/s400/IMG_9808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So far away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-1722336092636358929?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/1722336092636358929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=1722336092636358929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1722336092636358929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1722336092636358929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-bad-faerie.html' title='Bad, Bad Faerie'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Seqi5qj3kpI/AAAAAAAAGiI/WlGWZooXhUo/s72-c/IMG_9804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-8292711373056457676</id><published>2009-04-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:32:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings</title><content type='html'>While in L.A. we made a quick stop at the Halloween Store to look for wings for the Faerie Festival. I had a little model help me out to show them off. Here is a pair that I wasn't really sure if I would use, but they were fairly cheap for how nice they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoV-bbUFqI/AAAAAAAAGhw/-wyAna6uYig/s1600-h/IMG_9791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326093671577425570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoV-bbUFqI/AAAAAAAAGhw/-wyAna6uYig/s400/IMG_9791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we had to get some front views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVGT-s6tI/AAAAAAAAGho/bZtlNAZVgOk/s1600-h/IMG_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092707505695442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVGT-s6tI/AAAAAAAAGho/bZtlNAZVgOk/s400/IMG_9789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the wings I found for my Bad Faerie outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVGBaHLII/AAAAAAAAGhg/CJbaKY8xh6M/s1600-h/IMG_9795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092702520388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVGBaHLII/AAAAAAAAGhg/CJbaKY8xh6M/s400/IMG_9795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they beautiful!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVF9vU2kI/AAAAAAAAGhY/34agBBAULL0/s1600-h/IMG_9797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092701535623746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoVF9vU2kI/AAAAAAAAGhY/34agBBAULL0/s400/IMG_9797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is one last set of wings to go with one of the dresses I bought. These are very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYwa6PaI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/mnMB740LKZA/s1600-h/IMG_9798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326091924866219426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYwa6PaI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/mnMB740LKZA/s400/IMG_9798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joli was all about modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYu7EmsI/AAAAAAAAGhI/G0-nf5M-zv8/s1600-h/IMG_9799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326091924464245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYu7EmsI/AAAAAAAAGhI/G0-nf5M-zv8/s400/IMG_9799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I ran out of wings Joli decided to go get hers to fly around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYXQTgNI/AAAAAAAAGhA/l5Wcwrw3Ru4/s1600-h/IMG_9800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326091918110851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoUYXQTgNI/AAAAAAAAGhA/l5Wcwrw3Ru4/s400/IMG_9800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't wait for the festival!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-8292711373056457676?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/8292711373056457676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=8292711373056457676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8292711373056457676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8292711373056457676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/04/wings.html' title='Wings'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SeoV-bbUFqI/AAAAAAAAGhw/-wyAna6uYig/s72-c/IMG_9791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-6244330583017875051</id><published>2009-04-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:50:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Faerie Clothes!!!</title><content type='html'>We found the coolest stores in Mission Beach today!!! I have almost my whole outfit for Bad Faeries Day! Here is the top and bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SebsFpDJOUI/AAAAAAAAGbY/OQdrOz0y45Y/s1600-h/IMG_9587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203191074732354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SebsFpDJOUI/AAAAAAAAGbY/OQdrOz0y45Y/s400/IMG_9587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are the most amazing boots ever!!!! I tried the whole outfit on for Joe. He rrrreeeeaaallllyyyyy liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SebsFcLsXoI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/JnMuKzEXGzA/s1600-h/IMG_9589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203187620929154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SebsFcLsXoI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/JnMuKzEXGzA/s400/IMG_9589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought this dress at another store that I thought was an amazing base for one of the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sebr1FXvXUI/AAAAAAAAGbI/6KQwldcwEew/s1600-h/IMG_9591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202906619534658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sebr1FXvXUI/AAAAAAAAGbI/6KQwldcwEew/s400/IMG_9591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a dress that Joe's mom brought down for me. It's very beautiful, I just have to figure out what to put under it as it is intirely see-through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sebr03e59WI/AAAAAAAAGbA/08aK8ep_eyc/s1600-h/IMG_9593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202902891492706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sebr03e59WI/AAAAAAAAGbA/08aK8ep_eyc/s400/IMG_9593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so excited to have outfits!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-6244330583017875051?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/6244330583017875051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=6244330583017875051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6244330583017875051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6244330583017875051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-faerie-clothes.html' title='New Faerie Clothes!!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SebsFpDJOUI/AAAAAAAAGbY/OQdrOz0y45Y/s72-c/IMG_9587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5810082321550314124</id><published>2009-04-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:30:22.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Since Joe has been home Joli has been so excited that I've hardly had a moment alone with him. So last night our wonderful neighbor came over and played with Joli so Joe and I could go out to dinner. I dressed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SdzsqL7_BPI/AAAAAAAAGR8/ZSPiFjH9BMo/s1600-h/IMG_9193_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322389069148128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SdzsqL7_BPI/AAAAAAAAGR8/ZSPiFjH9BMo/s400/IMG_9193_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this nice little Italian restaurant just minutes from the beach, that is actually rooftop dining. So we sat and ate delicious food and watched the sunset. It was awesome! And also so nice to sit and talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5810082321550314124?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5810082321550314124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5810082321550314124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5810082321550314124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5810082321550314124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SdzsqL7_BPI/AAAAAAAAGR8/ZSPiFjH9BMo/s72-c/IMG_9193_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-8660920456448311150</id><published>2009-03-01T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:28:16.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking and More!</title><content type='html'>Jessica's brother Cody came into town today and since some of us had had a bad night we decided to drink a little. We were talking about tattoos cause Cody has a couple and Joli started talking about how her daddy has one and she wants one. So we gave her a couple "tattoos" with a pen. See her hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SarkIiMW-kI/AAAAAAAAF3U/7F3SYBHx_CE/s1600-h/IMG_7876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308305946078280258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SarkIiMW-kI/AAAAAAAAF3U/7F3SYBHx_CE/s400/IMG_7876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Cody and his future wife, Desiree. They are not fans of pictures but they'd had a few drinks so I snuck in a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sarj1Z4aOxI/AAAAAAAAF3M/HirQ9dUlDeE/s1600-h/IMG_7871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308305617429609234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sarj1Z4aOxI/AAAAAAAAF3M/HirQ9dUlDeE/s400/IMG_7871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am after &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a few drinks. I was having "tea" after Joli went to sleep (yep captain and coke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sarj04UBZCI/AAAAAAAAF3E/aQqGKxwbS5o/s1600-h/IMG_7881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308305608418616354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sarj04UBZCI/AAAAAAAAF3E/aQqGKxwbS5o/s400/IMG_7881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I tried to sit on the couch and smacked my ankle REALLY hard on the coffee table and now it's sooooooo bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari_csnK5I/AAAAAAAAF20/SG0-no97LqY/s1600-h/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304690472496018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari_csnK5I/AAAAAAAAF20/SG0-no97LqY/s400/IMG_7891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am putting "Pooh Ice" on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari-8T7vkI/AAAAAAAAF2s/bNNxKWpBuqc/s1600-h/IMG_7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304681779052098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari-8T7vkI/AAAAAAAAF2s/bNNxKWpBuqc/s400/IMG_7892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I decided that I was bummed that I hadn't been to yoga this week, so I did some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari-rGSJNI/AAAAAAAAF2k/sFO-0WMyKPs/s1600-h/IMG_7894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308304677158397138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/Sari-rGSJNI/AAAAAAAAF2k/sFO-0WMyKPs/s400/IMG_7894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a good note, I threw up all the alcohol that was in my system so this morning I felt fine!!! It was a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-8660920456448311150?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/8660920456448311150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=8660920456448311150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8660920456448311150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8660920456448311150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/03/drinking-and-more.html' title='Drinking and More!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SarkIiMW-kI/AAAAAAAAF3U/7F3SYBHx_CE/s72-c/IMG_7876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-2825134782582648663</id><published>2009-02-15T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:17:02.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Valentine's Party!</title><content type='html'>The girls and I thought it would be a great idea to spend a night out on the town rather than stay home and be sad that our hunnies are gone. So we all met at Robyn's to drink and little wine and prepare to boogy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCg_z_m6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/fIN5U3DXzqQ/s1600-h/IMG_7651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303272802114050978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCg_z_m6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/fIN5U3DXzqQ/s400/IMG_7651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had about four glasses of wine before we left, which meant I didn't have to buy any drinks at the club, but I did have to spend the cab ride there being coached on how to "look sober" when I show my i.d. to the bouncer. Yep, cheap date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCgsy0CGI/AAAAAAAAFwE/HDactZTj59o/s1600-h/IMG_7663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303272797008824418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCgsy0CGI/AAAAAAAAFwE/HDactZTj59o/s400/IMG_7663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, these are the most flattering of the pictures from before we left. Apparently I was slightly obsessed with laying on the floor and trying to put my knees behind my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCIUb8yEI/AAAAAAAAFv8/sUIgmlGMgHk/s1600-h/IMG_7664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303272378153617474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCIUb8yEI/AAAAAAAAFv8/sUIgmlGMgHk/s400/IMG_7664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Robyn and Nikki at the club. On the way there Nikki took care of me and on the way home I was taking care of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCIatjWbI/AAAAAAAAFv0/FCXIhVKNJO4/s1600-h/IMG_7673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303272379838060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCIatjWbI/AAAAAAAAFv0/FCXIhVKNJO4/s400/IMG_7673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a good night out! We all ready for our men to be home though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-2825134782582648663?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/2825134782582648663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=2825134782582648663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2825134782582648663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/2825134782582648663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/02/anti-valentines-party.html' title='Anti-Valentine&apos;s Party!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SZkCg_z_m6I/AAAAAAAAFwM/fIN5U3DXzqQ/s72-c/IMG_7651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5159765614960905864</id><published>2009-02-07T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:59:41.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Night</title><content type='html'>I bought a new shirt today. Here I am showing it off after a few glasses of wine. Doesn't it look sexy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6PVs8W65I/AAAAAAAAFts/KBQQqHnR1l0/s1600-h/IMG_7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300331414465997714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6PVs8W65I/AAAAAAAAFts/KBQQqHnR1l0/s400/IMG_7593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here was one of the first items I considered buying at the passion party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6PVR6du3I/AAAAAAAAFtk/IG1AoiyLavQ/s1600-h/IMG_7594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300331407210298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6PVR6du3I/AAAAAAAAFtk/IG1AoiyLavQ/s400/IMG_7594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to test out the products. You don't want to buy something unless you know it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtjW_5NI/AAAAAAAAFtc/2pqRvJ8ICk4/s1600-h/IMG_7597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300330724698612946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtjW_5NI/AAAAAAAAFtc/2pqRvJ8ICk4/s400/IMG_7597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's another awesome looking toy. It was pretty cool one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtRb9WMI/AAAAAAAAFtU/gNJvIrerCS8/s1600-h/IMG_7598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300330719887579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtRb9WMI/AAAAAAAAFtU/gNJvIrerCS8/s400/IMG_7598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my final purchases. Scary looking but soon to be very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtLJ_ifI/AAAAAAAAFtM/6kjUOVV-X-g/s1600-h/IMG_7599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300330718201612786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6OtLJ_ifI/AAAAAAAAFtM/6kjUOVV-X-g/s400/IMG_7599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passion parties are very fun! We should do them all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5159765614960905864?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5159765614960905864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5159765614960905864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5159765614960905864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5159765614960905864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/02/dirty-night.html' title='Dirty Night'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SY6PVs8W65I/AAAAAAAAFts/KBQQqHnR1l0/s72-c/IMG_7593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-1941624177192083912</id><published>2009-02-01T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:40:48.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Margarita Night!</title><content type='html'>Joli and I had the girls over for some nachos and margarita's last night. Joli got all dresses and I made her and Kacie virgin margarita's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqoSBO_I/AAAAAAAAFqM/stCbwvhUuWo/s1600-h/IMG_7472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297898554759658482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqoSBO_I/AAAAAAAAFqM/stCbwvhUuWo/s400/IMG_7472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leanh didn't want me taking pictures of her, oops too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqotn9SI/AAAAAAAAFqE/KGgp7TzZ8-E/s1600-h/IMG_7480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297898554875442466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqotn9SI/AAAAAAAAFqE/KGgp7TzZ8-E/s400/IMG_7480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa, Penny, Leanh, and Nikki the eskimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqY5zT-I/AAAAAAAAFp8/DgqiNT37jaI/s1600-h/IMG_7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297898550631550946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqY5zT-I/AAAAAAAAFp8/DgqiNT37jaI/s400/IMG_7482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had three margarita's. They were yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqC7_8L_I/AAAAAAAAFp0/vIEuNta2uvk/s1600-h/IMG_7483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297897872857772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqC7_8L_I/AAAAAAAAFp0/vIEuNta2uvk/s400/IMG_7483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my new wine glasses! They made for good margarita's too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqCazyZMI/AAAAAAAAFps/bmjmbMjmYew/s1600-h/IMG_7484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297897863948428482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqCazyZMI/AAAAAAAAFps/bmjmbMjmYew/s400/IMG_7484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penny was trying to save Tessa from the camera, got them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqCG71UvI/AAAAAAAAFpk/At3kkDpZifk/s1600-h/IMG_7493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297897858613465842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqCG71UvI/AAAAAAAAFpk/At3kkDpZifk/s400/IMG_7493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun night with the girls. Penny brought her 8-year-old daughter over and she and Joli watched movies and ate ice cream in my bed. We all enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-1941624177192083912?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/1941624177192083912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=1941624177192083912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1941624177192083912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1941624177192083912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/02/margarita-night.html' title='Margarita Night!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SYXqqoSBO_I/AAAAAAAAFqM/stCbwvhUuWo/s72-c/IMG_7472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-1257770546325410912</id><published>2009-01-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:06:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Went Out!!</title><content type='html'>Since my is in town I finally got to go out with the girls and it was so much fun!! Here we are getting ready and Robyn's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRlyPsMXI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/POgpb1aPEe0/s1600-h/IMG_7095_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292663696675058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRlyPsMXI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/POgpb1aPEe0/s400/IMG_7095_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't Leanh look sexy!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRlSWV34I/AAAAAAAAFbI/dXcf5mvptIU/s1600-h/IMG_7096_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292663688113020802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRlSWV34I/AAAAAAAAFbI/dXcf5mvptIU/s400/IMG_7096_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are in the elevator to the roof of the Hard Rock Hotel. Nikki got us in VIP, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRkzGEucI/AAAAAAAAFbA/dudUI4POEEc/s1600-h/IMG_7103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292663679723289026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRkzGEucI/AAAAAAAAFbA/dudUI4POEEc/s400/IMG_7103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the left this is Penny, Me, Janelle, Leanh, and Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ8afs6NI/AAAAAAAAFa4/0oQc3Kx_a2o/s1600-h/IMG_7104_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662985925126354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ8afs6NI/AAAAAAAAFa4/0oQc3Kx_a2o/s400/IMG_7104_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't for the life of me remember Nikki's friend's name on the left but that's Nikki, Robyn and Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ74_vvsI/AAAAAAAAFaw/qqU4qSNcV6g/s1600-h/IMG_7105_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662976932724418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ74_vvsI/AAAAAAAAFaw/qqU4qSNcV6g/s400/IMG_7105_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am drinking some lovely Victoria's Secret from Janelle's breasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ7SAwCwI/AAAAAAAAFao/EqV0JnDO7xY/s1600-h/IMG_7108_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662966467955458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQ7SAwCwI/AAAAAAAAFao/EqV0JnDO7xY/s400/IMG_7108_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is once everyone finally caught up with me drinking and we were dancing downstairs. I only had one drink when we got there and for any that knows me, that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQd8XA__I/AAAAAAAAFag/eQegchId-JE/s1600-h/IMG_7112_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662462439555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQd8XA__I/AAAAAAAAFag/eQegchId-JE/s400/IMG_7112_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robyn was awesome! I don't think I've ever actually seen her drunk before, it was great, and she was great for letting us all sleep at her house afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQdVJpaPI/AAAAAAAAFaY/rQ1UyCBk3xE/s1600-h/IMG_7115_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662451914500338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQdVJpaPI/AAAAAAAAFaY/rQ1UyCBk3xE/s400/IMG_7115_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am back at Robyn's house. I don't know where I got the Santa hat. Not many things make since at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQc7yXcOI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/ILp-UKEiFYk/s1600-h/IMG_7116_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662445105967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNQc7yXcOI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/ILp-UKEiFYk/s400/IMG_7116_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going out with the girls was fun, now I need to sleep some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-1257770546325410912?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/1257770546325410912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=1257770546325410912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1257770546325410912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1257770546325410912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-went-out.html' title='Mommy Went Out!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SXNRlyPsMXI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/POgpb1aPEe0/s72-c/IMG_7095_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-6040044109720203469</id><published>2008-12-02T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:33:13.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cussing in The Fam</title><content type='html'>We've had a wonderful evening hanging out and enjoying the kids, and the then we started watching NCIS. The beginning of the show has someone die and Joli immediately started in about the monsters. Jessica and I were not really paying too close attention to what she was saying until a certain word caught our attention. Yes, it was the F-bomb. So we began listening closer and this is what we heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F**k the monsters, oi, oi, oi, dammit. Look the monsters, f**king monsters. Holy crap. Look, baby monsters, freaking baby monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is generally what she continued to talk about for the next ten to fifteen minutes, and Jessica and I are hysterically laughing and trying not the let her know that she is what we're laughing about. She continued going on about the monsters, and no matter what we told her, she could not be convinced that there were no monsters. Those freaking monsters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-6040044109720203469?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/6040044109720203469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=6040044109720203469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6040044109720203469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6040044109720203469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-cussing-in-fam.html' title='More Cussing in The Fam'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-5715339564247231597</id><published>2008-12-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:41:55.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires Are So Hot!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had the wonderful experience of being able to go see a movie!! This is very exciting since it was the first time I had seen a movie in nineteen months!! The main reason I was finally did this was because of the particular movie I wanted to see, and since my mom was going to be in town I thought I would take advantage and go see &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027974906662946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/STSp_rCPUCI/AAAAAAAAE6A/ynVUdUE5SkY/s400/TwilightMovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did like the movie. All the special effects were awesome, and I feel, for the most part, they did a good job of capturing what the book was about. I even went out right after the movie and bought the soundtrack! But I still can't get over the books. The books are beyond amazing! I don't know if it's just because I can identify with the characters or if it's just that I love the idea so much. For anyone that hasn't read the series, block out and weekend and do it, you won't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027972157780754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/STSp_gy2sxI/AAAAAAAAE54/E28zpZJCIXE/s400/TwilightBook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The books that I'm reading right now are the Sookie Stackhouse books by Charlaine Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlaineharris.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275027968440375298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/STSp_S8jmAI/AAAAAAAAE5w/LOax4yhniDY/s400/DeadUntilDark.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started reading these books because to the tv show &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/"&gt;Trueblood&lt;/a&gt;. It's another amazing story about a human falling in love with a vampire. Which leads me to the point, which is, vampires are hot! I don't know how I'd feel about being bit by one, especially since in the case of Twilight that would mean becoming a vampire. But I'm definitely into the idea of loving someone so deeply and desperately for all of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has not read the books and is very confused by all my questions about whether or not he would stay with me forever if we could never die, or what if we could have sex constantly without stopping. I think they're legitimate questions. In any case, read the books, all of them. If you don't fall in love with someone or some idea there's something wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-5715339564247231597?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/5715339564247231597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=5715339564247231597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5715339564247231597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/5715339564247231597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampires-are-so-hot.html' title='Vampires Are So Hot!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/STSp_rCPUCI/AAAAAAAAE6A/ynVUdUE5SkY/s72-c/TwilightMovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-4578669399083575212</id><published>2008-11-07T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:54:11.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not an Alcoholic!</title><content type='html'>But I did clean out my fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SRU24Up05dI/AAAAAAAADlY/tuO7KljZ-tc/s1600-h/IMG_5354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175680524379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SRU24Up05dI/AAAAAAAADlY/tuO7KljZ-tc/s400/IMG_5354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally got around to cleaning out my fridge, and getting rid of all the wonderful gifts the guys left before they deployed. I saved a few for cooking, but these are the ones that I won't drink and will be bad before the boys return! Yay for a clean fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-4578669399083575212?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/4578669399083575212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=4578669399083575212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4578669399083575212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/4578669399083575212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-alcoholic.html' title='Not an Alcoholic!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SRU24Up05dI/AAAAAAAADlY/tuO7KljZ-tc/s72-c/IMG_5354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-6431687463458303232</id><published>2008-11-02T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:01:54.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Mommy!</title><content type='html'>I think it's pretty obvious that my daughter isn't exactly sheltered from all the "evils" in the world. Well I guess this would depend on your definition of good vs. evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joli loves Halloween and all the spookiness that goes with it. We spent most of the week watching things like "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and the "Thriller" video, both of which she thought it was fun to dance to and has been practicing her zombie growl. We took her to a haunted house last night and she wanted to see more monsters and talked about the Daddy skeleton and the baby skeleton. When things jumped out at us she laughed at grammi when she screamed. Now I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that neither Grammi nor I have acting like it's anything to be scared of. We've tried to show her that this kind of thing is a fun thing to do at Halloween and that it's not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I have not tried to incredibly hard to shelter her from is music. I just kind of figure it's out there and on the radio and she's going to hear it, so why freak out about it. Now if it's something that is very heavy into cursing I'm more likely to change it, but otherwise I usually don't worry about it. I believe that my relaxed attitude is probably the reason why Joli sings "I kissed a girl, taste cherry chapstick" every time we put on chapstick. I was telling Laume about this and she went and looked up the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAp9BKosZXs"&gt;Official Katy Perry Video&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube. While we were watching it Joli was dancing around on the bed and then she stopped and looked at the video and said "Mommy". We asked where and she pointed at Katy Perry!! Now I have to say my daughter is one smart little girl! I think she deserves a piece of candy! Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-6431687463458303232?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/6431687463458303232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=6431687463458303232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6431687463458303232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6431687463458303232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexy-mommy.html' title='Sexy Mommy!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-7167730040262488122</id><published>2008-10-11T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:34:48.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Naughty Birthday to Me!!!</title><content type='html'>Kacie and the girls were so wonderful and surprised me with a birthday dinner! I was totally shocked! I thought it was going to be just one of our girl's nights and when I walked in there were balloons, candles, presents and wine! There was also this awesome cake, ordinary at first but a few candles made it over the top! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDurTs-3JI/AAAAAAAADZA/VzP6mgoma1s/s1600-h/IMG_4855_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255963192932097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDurTs-3JI/AAAAAAAADZA/VzP6mgoma1s/s400/IMG_4855_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the birthday girl glass that I got to use. It was a loner, but still made me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuYtGITyI/AAAAAAAADYo/Jrqm8RklUyM/s1600-h/IMG_4864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962873330945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuYtGITyI/AAAAAAAADYo/Jrqm8RklUyM/s400/IMG_4864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my most entertaining presents! I also got a few cards and a gift card for Victoria's Secret! Whooooohoooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255965928415221314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDxKiK-1kI/AAAAAAAADZI/Ygv-_rOBmmU/s400/IMG_4896_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is from the left, Karen, Nicki, and Robin. We were all being entertained talking about the Twilight Series that most of us have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuYyfcc8I/AAAAAAAADYw/FXKbIA9VJbU/s1600-h/IMG_4865_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962874779300802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuYyfcc8I/AAAAAAAADYw/FXKbIA9VJbU/s400/IMG_4865_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am after I think three glasses of wine. I was a little loopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuZVYFD1I/AAAAAAAADY4/60-Fqf_yKJw/s1600-h/IMG_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962884143648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDuZVYFD1I/AAAAAAAADY4/60-Fqf_yKJw/s400/IMG_4879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kacie decided it would be easier to take the picture for me. She was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtwe4ThuI/AAAAAAAADYQ/vkZX1DqxpXs/s1600-h/IMG_4883_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962182320096994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtwe4ThuI/AAAAAAAADYQ/vkZX1DqxpXs/s400/IMG_4883_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my "booby" balloons. They are a little lopsided, but entertaining none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtw9gvJrI/AAAAAAAADYY/A_zn756t7xk/s1600-h/IMG_4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962190542743218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtw9gvJrI/AAAAAAAADYY/A_zn756t7xk/s400/IMG_4888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course here I am at the end of the night being escorted home! The girls even thought ahead so that I could drink by deciding the Kacie would drive me home and they would follow and bring her back home. Aren't they great! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtxfNnABI/AAAAAAAADYg/YXQP967ja5Q/s1600-h/IMG_4894_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962199589322770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDtxfNnABI/AAAAAAAADYg/YXQP967ja5Q/s400/IMG_4894_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-7167730040262488122?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/7167730040262488122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=7167730040262488122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/7167730040262488122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/7167730040262488122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-naughty-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Naughty Birthday to Me!!!'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SPDurTs-3JI/AAAAAAAADZA/VzP6mgoma1s/s72-c/IMG_4855_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-3675220590408638514</id><published>2008-09-24T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:30:00.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offensive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SNrNIC5cf6I/AAAAAAAADMI/z49ddo3y9n8/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249733853754195874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SNrNIC5cf6I/AAAAAAAADMI/z49ddo3y9n8/s400/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early on in my pregnancy my husband and I agreed that it was completely unreasonable to expect our child not hear curse words. My husband is surrounded by severe cursing on a daily basis and often brings that home with him. It is also in the music he listens to and the people we hang around with. So we agreed that when Joli got to the age that she could say those words we would begin teaching her that it is inappropriate for children to use them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that time has come a lot sooner than we expected and as Joli is not even two-years-old yet, we completely understand that she is just to young to be taught the concept of appropriate language. So we have chosen to say nothing in hopes that if she does not get a response from us, she will not continue to use the language. This response seems to backfiring. When Joli uses these words she does not use them and look at us for a reaction or even notice whether or not we have heard her or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example #1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Joli and I got up early to take Joe to work. Since I was driving and we are not usually driving during a time when there is traffic I was frustrated. A few minutes after moving down the freeway at a snail's pace a motorcycle comes whizzing through the cars and continues on its merry way. So I said "Here we are barely moving, and there goes a fucking bike." Joli pipes up in the bike seat and says "Fucking bike!", but not in a way that said "look what I just said", she said it in a way that said "Oh I'm so excited, look mommy! A fucking bike!" My husband in seating in the passenger seat trying not to let Joli see that he is about to wet his pants, all the while trying to figure out who on earth he can call at 7:30 in the morning to tell the story to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't hear too much more curse words for a while after that. That's not to say that there weren't a few words that Joli simply mispronounced that made us stop for a moment. In fact she has a list of words that we usually have to do a double take on. One small example of that is the word "soap". This is the first time I have ever heard a child take such a simple, innocent, and clean word and turn it into "fock". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went several weeks without any other kind of incidents until a few days after Joe left. Then I walked out onto the porch to hear Joli repeating "shit, shit". Apparently the small clothes dryer had fallen over and she was in the process of figuring out how to pick it up. Yep, that's my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day or so went by and Joli and I went out shopping with my friend Kacie. While we were out I decided that since we hadn't really had much breakfast we should supplement with a Jamba Juice. Joli took the initial first sips and some of dripped out onto her blanky. Kacie said "Oh no her blanky", and Joli simply looked down, pointed at the drops and said "Oh dammit." Completely matter of fact as though she uses the word on a regular basis and it is not in any way unusual that she said it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am at point where I have to figure out if I should respond and risk having her turn it into this fun thing that gets a reaction out of mommy, or should I just let it go and hope that she grows out of it. Watch out playdates, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-3675220590408638514?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/3675220590408638514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=3675220590408638514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3675220590408638514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/3675220590408638514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/offensive.html' title='Offensive?'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SNrNIC5cf6I/AAAAAAAADMI/z49ddo3y9n8/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-1364773711562118255</id><published>2008-09-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:30:24.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Bitch</title><content type='html'>When did I get to the point in my life that I was no longer myself, no longer important, no longer anything but the secretary/caregiver of this particular household? I have no influence on society, I contribute nothing, and do nothing of any importance. If I am not right in the middle of doing laundry, changing a diaper, or washing dishes than I am therefore a lazy piece of shit that does nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? Was it the moment that I stopped working and began caring for my child and running my household? Is it because I don't bring any money into the household? Maybe it is because no one would notice if I suddenly up and died until my husband needed a ride home. I can just picture Joli screaming and throwing the ultimate of all tantrums because I won't get up from my expired state and give her her binky. Is that all it would take? A chauffeur and a nanny and I would no longer exist? I guess there would have to be a few more people involved. A maid, a cook, a dog trainer, a laundry service, a maintenence service, a gardening service, a diaper service, a personal shopper, a seamstress, an accountant, a secretary, a plumber, a carwash, a decorating service, and a hooker. That about covers it. Unless of course the maid doesn't do dishes or clean litter boxes. Yep, I'm completely replacable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since I don't work or bring in any money, it's completely unimaginable that I wouldn't be doing at least one of these tasks at any given moment. Right now I'm being put on the list of most horrible people ever, simply because I'm sitting down and writing something about myself. Not to say that it is anyone person's fault. It is simply where we are at in society. All these women spent decades trying to be "equal" to men, so we now not only have to be resposible for all of the above mentioned tasks we must also get a job to "contribute". I'm totally happy for us women that we have so many equal opportunities, but what about those of us that want to stay home and raise our own children? What if we don't think that working a full time job and then coming home to be a full time wife and mother is such a great thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it doesn't matter. It's the same arguement that I've heard every other stay at home mom try to make. File this away with all the other letters from unappriciated, overworked women that are trying to make themselves feel like they're worth something even though they do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-1364773711562118255?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/1364773711562118255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=1364773711562118255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1364773711562118255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/1364773711562118255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s Bitch'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-8928319983132143596</id><published>2008-09-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:47:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Blow</title><content type='html'>So I'm branching out and trying more wines. I figure while Joe's gone I'm going to need it. Today I bought a brand solely for it's name, and I now know never to make that mistake again. Let me tell you first hand, it blows!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241249946903518482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLypDrA4HRI/AAAAAAAADBo/n1wc_IpgK0o/s400/IMG_3795_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-8928319983132143596?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/8928319983132143596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=8928319983132143596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8928319983132143596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8928319983132143596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-blow.html' title='No Blow'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLypDrA4HRI/AAAAAAAADBo/n1wc_IpgK0o/s72-c/IMG_3795_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-8068667230784641110</id><published>2008-08-27T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:20:49.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick It</title><content type='html'>Since my MIL is in town, I thought she would really enjoy going to a New Age store I found a few weeks ago called Lady of the Lake. There are a ton of Faerie figurines, gargoyles, dragons, incense, and the list goes on. Just as I thought, Laume really enjoyed it and we spent quite a bit of time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXuFyd8llI/AAAAAAAAC-k/b_bWLkiNFiY/s1600-h/IMG_3468_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239355524729574994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXuFyd8llI/AAAAAAAAC-k/b_bWLkiNFiY/s400/IMG_3468_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the figurines that I really enjoyed. I thought it to be very symbolic of my husband and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttELD05I/AAAAAAAAC-M/RbUDzeKaAm4/s1600-h/IMG_3477_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239355099985466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttELD05I/AAAAAAAAC-M/RbUDzeKaAm4/s400/IMG_3477_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While wandering the New Age store, we came across a display of bumper stickers and since I don't actually like them on my car, I decided to take pictures and share the ones I like. This particular bumper sticker is part of the reason I decided to start a blog in which my dad (the preacher) wouldn't be reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttlvcjbI/AAAAAAAAC-U/a4BkVuyusZk/s1600-h/IMG_3478_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239355108996451762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttlvcjbI/AAAAAAAAC-U/a4BkVuyusZk/s400/IMG_3478_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, it could happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttxbSzxI/AAAAAAAAC-c/7HbKtSmKZ40/s1600-h/IMG_3479_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239355112133152530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXttxbSzxI/AAAAAAAAC-c/7HbKtSmKZ40/s400/IMG_3479_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If they had a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMPmSJGI/AAAAAAAAC90/sAPgbpJMU20/s1600-h/IMG_3481_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239354536116757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMPmSJGI/AAAAAAAAC90/sAPgbpJMU20/s400/IMG_3481_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMi_VLcI/AAAAAAAAC98/A7HqN4Hqnc0/s1600-h/IMG_3482_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239354541322087874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMi_VLcI/AAAAAAAAC98/A7HqN4Hqnc0/s400/IMG_3482_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I firmly support this one. Nothing makes me completely forget whatever state of mind I'm in better than a good song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMmR5noI/AAAAAAAAC-E/oSHAqFrvCZc/s1600-h/IMG_3483_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239354542205279874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXtMmR5noI/AAAAAAAAC-E/oSHAqFrvCZc/s400/IMG_3483_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watch Law and Order all the time, but I do agree with this. It's seems a little strange to me that the law often gets in the way of those trying to create order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqLzhfhI/AAAAAAAAC9c/_EbD7ujw7PI/s1600-h/IMG_3484_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353950982995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqLzhfhI/AAAAAAAAC9c/_EbD7ujw7PI/s400/IMG_3484_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember this in November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqXdVqaI/AAAAAAAAC9k/jQaVhep1u-0/s1600-h/IMG_3485_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353954111170978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqXdVqaI/AAAAAAAAC9k/jQaVhep1u-0/s400/IMG_3485_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a little stumped by this. It totally makes since! Which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqmSsogI/AAAAAAAAC9s/dOyVjE0hVnI/s1600-h/IMG_3486_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353958093070850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsqmSsogI/AAAAAAAAC9s/dOyVjE0hVnI/s400/IMG_3486_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello! I want to give this one to the WIC lady who told me that I don't qualify anymore but I could if I got pregnant again. I'm sorry, THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON TO HAVE ANOTHER CHILD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXr9Ve4v3I/AAAAAAAAC9E/84ssh7zfME8/s1600-h/IMG_3487_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353180486680434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXr9Ve4v3I/AAAAAAAAC9E/84ssh7zfME8/s400/IMG_3487_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsBeZyWoI/AAAAAAAAC9M/nVDPKfIo9rA/s1600-h/IMG_3488_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353251600685698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsBeZyWoI/AAAAAAAAC9M/nVDPKfIo9rA/s400/IMG_3488_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know a lot of them, it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsBjLNeTI/AAAAAAAAC9U/A1H0tF61lGU/s1600-h/IMG_3489_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353252881725746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXsBjLNeTI/AAAAAAAAC9U/A1H0tF61lGU/s400/IMG_3489_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm totally putting this in Joli's room. Who says God didn't create the faeries too? According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paganism"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, "Paganism encompasses the faith traditions outside the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Abrahamic religion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abrahamic_religion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abrahamic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Monotheism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monotheism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;monotheistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group of &lt;a title="Judaism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judaism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Christianity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Islam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". Oh well, I can still believe in faeries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-8068667230784641110?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/8068667230784641110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=8068667230784641110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8068667230784641110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/8068667230784641110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/08/stick-it.html' title='Stick It'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLXuFyd8llI/AAAAAAAAC-k/b_bWLkiNFiY/s72-c/IMG_3468_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5635733318361842362.post-6915303939121882328</id><published>2008-08-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:20:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alter Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLTsx-lQcMI/AAAAAAAAC8g/tN9__4wkSgM/s1600-h/upclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239072609895739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLTsx-lQcMI/AAAAAAAAC8g/tN9__4wkSgM/s400/upclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started &lt;a href="http://www.belitarose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Creative Slave&lt;/a&gt; last year in hopes of having a place that I could put up things that are going on in my life for my family and friends to see. My husband is in the Military so we don't live near any of them, and this seemed to be the best way to keep everyone updated without flooding their inboxes with pictures and email. However, I have recently began to realize that that blog is very much the G version of who I am. There is also a small yet significant part of me that would not be welcome in the Stepford community, and although many of my friends are aware of it, much of my family is not. So I will call my alter ego Eglantina, which means "Wild Rose" in the language of Fae. If at anytime you are feeling uncomfortable with the posts you are reading head for the &lt;a href="http://disneyparks.disney.go.com/disneyparks/en_US/yomd2/landing?name=DisneylandYOMD2LandingPage"&gt;exit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5635733318361842362-6915303939121882328?l=dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/feeds/6915303939121882328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5635733318361842362&amp;postID=6915303939121882328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6915303939121882328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5635733318361842362/posts/default/6915303939121882328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaprovingflames.blogspot.com/2008/08/alter-me.html' title='The Alter Me'/><author><name>Belita Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00648194789073017405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwX61NyUzF0/TbT6GOACK1I/AAAAAAAAVxI/IVpzhPaNUMk/s220/106_4326.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hRGzqo9x4Q/SLTsx-lQcMI/AAAAAAAAC8g/tN9__4wkSgM/s72-c/upclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
