<?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-11978901</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:41:17.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Blonde</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the mindless wanderings of a blonde!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-115938260056865823</id><published>2006-09-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:43:20.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously...</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to keep this blog up anymore.  I have way too much to do these days.  I am going to try and keep Harrison's blog up, though.  &lt;a href="http://www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll be able to do this one again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-115938260056865823?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115938260056865823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=115938260056865823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/115938260056865823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/115938260056865823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/09/obviously.html' title='Obviously...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-115110875784750325</id><published>2006-06-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:25:57.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got lost...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, to all my readers out there, who I'm sure are gone by now since it has been FOREVER since I've posted on this blog.  Sorry, but mommy-land has taken over my brain.  I got lost in this mommy thing, and I haven't had a single non-baby-related thought since May 27th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I thought I should write SOMETHING on this so people know I'm still blonde and I'm still here.  I haven't had any blonde moments, really, lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited because I'm going to the Phantom of the Opera in a few weeks.  I saw it when I was in Grade 5, but, you know, with time you forget things.  Brian has offered to babysit my niece nad nephew and watch Harrison, so it will be a good night.  I liked the live musical better than the movie, but the movie was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is finishing our basement.  WOO HOO!!!! He got a lot done when his dad was here last week.  We are going to pay to get it mud and taped, though.  If you are in Calgary and you know anyone that muds and tapes and has a spare moment to do our basement...let us know!  Harrison slept through all of the framing, which was FAN-TASTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car is dying.  The air conditioner is broken.  I took it in to get it looked at to see what was wrong and get it fixed -- I asked the guy to call me first before he fixed it to make sure I wanted to go ahead with the cost...COUGH COUGH COUGH.  I about died when he told me the cost -- $700 HA HA HA HA HA HA to fix my air conditioner?  I just fixed it myself -- I like to call it allwindowsdowntioner.  We just dumped $700 into our car to get other crap fixed.  I want a new car.  I miss my nice car.  I will learn to live with this car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't resolved the income tax situation...will work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thought I would just post since it has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are still a few readers left out there in blogland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-115110875784750325?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115110875784750325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=115110875784750325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/115110875784750325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/115110875784750325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-lost.html' title='I got lost...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114908914884805417</id><published>2006-05-31T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T08:25:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>Baby Harrison is here!  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for pictures and info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114908914884805417?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114908914884805417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114908914884805417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114908914884805417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114908914884805417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114814245705379509</id><published>2006-05-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:27:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Well, Brian and I decided to head out to an early movie last night since he got home from work early, and we are trying to take advantage of these last few days just us!  We both read the Da Vinci Code in the last few weeks, so we decided to go see that.  It wasn't amazing, but it was good.  I didn't like a few of the changes they made to Hollywoodize it, but nonetheless, it was pretty good.  I would recommend it as a rental, though, probably not waste my money in the big theatre.  We have buy-one-get-one-free passes coming out the wazzoooooo for the movies, so we don't mind going there.   I think the book was better than the movie, by far, but I usually think that, and I think that's because my mind gets to make up what people look like and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a BBQ today.  We wanted to have one last shindig at our house before the baby came, and we just never got around to planning one.  Today is my birthday, so Brian has invited a few people over to come and play.  Happy 25th to me!  I thought for sure I'd be a mom before my bday this year, but no such luck!  I'm still holding out for a bday baby LOL.  Baby is due tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it from this oh-so-exciting house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114814245705379509?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114814245705379509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114814245705379509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114814245705379509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114814245705379509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code-movie-review.html' title='The Da Vinci Code Movie Review'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114806511200055491</id><published>2006-05-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:58:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sign of a great hairdresser...</title><content type='html'>You can leave the hairdresser and go on with your day and not run home to redo it so you look normal.  Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.beautyshopmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;, for being so great!  I got a lot of compliments on my haircut yesterday!  I love it!  You rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114806511200055491?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114806511200055491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114806511200055491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114806511200055491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114806511200055491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/05/sign-of-great-hairdresser.html' title='The sign of a great hairdresser...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114660737261199201</id><published>2006-05-02T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:02:52.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands in my pockets, Hands in my pockets...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just one of those days.  It was one of those days where I just feel like EVERYONE needs part of my hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day to file taxes, so my accountant faxed me the sheet I needed to sign so he could e-file them.  I got the fax and I almost crapped my pants.  I owe almost four times as much in taxes as I did last year and the previous years.  WHAT?  Apparently I jumped tax brackets.  I didn't make THAT much more last year.  Certainly not enough to justify this amount in taxes.  I talked to my accountant, and he said after we have Brian's info my taxes could go down some.  Some?  How about 5 or 6 grand?  So, I'm freaking out about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Brian's taxes are late because we, for some reason, don't have all of his T4s for last year, but it doesn't really matter because he will get money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the car has been making a REALLY bad sound lately, like, REALLY bad.  And this all happens just after I had taken the car in last week for an oil change, tire rotation and 40-point inspection.  So I take it back to the mechanic and they look at it and tell me some stupid part is broken and it is going to cost $130 to replace it.  That is, of course, on top of the already $500+ we need to put into the car.  So I made an appointment and the car is going in next Monday to get fixed...growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day we were driving home and our friend, who is a cop, pulled up next to us and told us that our registration was expired on our car.  DOH!  So it had expired in March.  So yesterday I went into the registry place to register the car and renew my licence since it expires this month on my birthday.  So I go up to the counter and the give the girl my thing I keep in my car with my insurance and registration.  Turns out the insurance paper I had in the car was expired -- just the sheet, not my insurance.  She said, just call your insurance company and they can fax us a current statement.  So I call my insurance company and the lady says it will be at that fax number within an hour.  So I sit and wait...and wait...and wait...and wait.  And hour passes so I call the insurance company back.  The lady I talk to this time says it takes about 2 hours to get a fax sent.  Well, needless to say, I tore a strip out of her.  I let her know that I was not about to wait any longer and that the other lady said it would be there within the hour.  The registry would be closed in an hour and I certainly wasn't going to wait for another hour anyway.  So then the lady says, Well, can I email it to them?  So I go and find out and they can.  It is there while I'm still on the phone with the lady.  WHY ARE THERE MONKIES RUNNING MY INSURANCE COMPANY????  Why didn't they suggest that in the first place?  Why didn't the first lady tell me it would take two hours?  GROWL....  So an hour and a half after getting to the registry I finally leave after paying $130 to register the car and renew my licence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the Flames lost last night...just to top off a bad day LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranky pregnant lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114660737261199201?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114660737261199201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114660737261199201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114660737261199201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114660737261199201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/05/hands-in-my-pockets-hands-in-my.html' title='Hands in my pockets, Hands in my pockets...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114608071637365097</id><published>2006-04-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:45:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheescakes, chicitas and chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;a href="http://www.jenthemom.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alysonslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.beautyshopmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; came over.  What a riot!  I haven't laughed THAT much in a LONG time.  With Jen and I being as pregnant as we are, I was hoping at least one of us would go into labour, but no such luck.  We seriously spent four hours laughing...okay, and eating.  I just did up some veggies and dips and then crackers and cheese and some brownies...oh, and the Jell-o no-bake oreo cheesecakes...yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to just hang out with the girlz.  I love being so comfortable.  And I love when people feel comfortable enough to come to my house in their sweatpants!  Brian went to our friends' house and watched the game last night (GO FLAMES GO!).  When he got home he went up to bed and put his ear plugs in.  He said he could still hear us with his ear plugs in!  It was just a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, girlz!  I vote we do this more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114608071637365097?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114608071637365097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114608071637365097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114608071637365097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114608071637365097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheescakes-chicitas-and-chocolate.html' title='Cheescakes, chicitas and chocolate!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114608029464761103</id><published>2006-04-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:38:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a joke?</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago Brian and I decided to go out for dinner at the Boston Pizza by our house.  We know we should be saving our $ for the little one on the way, but we were both too lazy to cook.  So we had a great pasta dinner since it was Pasta Tuesday.  We paid our bill and on the way out the front door, Brian looks down and there is a $20 bill on the ground.  Since it is on the ground he's like, Should we take it?  If we take it back inside and no one claims it, then would we get it back?  Since it was on the ground we considered it ours and considered dinner pretty much paid for!  Lucky us.  We just aren't the luckiest people usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then on Monday night after our prenatal class we decided to go to the same Boston Pizza for dinner again.  We really don't eat out THAT much, but just lately we have been out a bit.  So anyway, we eat dinner, it was really good.  As we were walking out the door to the car, I made the joke, So where's our 20 bucks?  Right there.  There was ANOTHER $20.  What the heck is going on?  So we considered ourselves lucky again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we kinda felt guilty, but how can anyone claim it is theirs?  And it was just sitting there...finders keepers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think we are bad people for keeping the $40, oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally...I think we just head back just to see if it happens again LOL. J/K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114608029464761103?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114608029464761103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114608029464761103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114608029464761103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114608029464761103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-this-joke.html' title='Is this a joke?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114564277632990571</id><published>2006-04-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:06:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that what I think I see...</title><content type='html'>So the other day we were sitting on the couch eating dinner and I look over into the dining room and see Inde, our cat, playing with a toy mouse...or so I thought.  Then I got thinking "Inde doesn't have any toy mice that are gray."  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "Brian, that's a real mouse!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, it was.  The kitties chased it into the basement and Brian found where it came from and he has put foam filler in where he came out and we haven't seen him or any of his friends since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it in my mind that only people that didn't keep a clean house or were really dirty people got mice...trust me, that's not us.  But after sharing my mouse story, turns out we aren't alone...lots of people have had mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114564277632990571?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114564277632990571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114564277632990571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114564277632990571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114564277632990571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-that-what-i-think-i-see.html' title='Is that what I think I see...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114377053369163072</id><published>2006-03-30T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:02:13.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't notice, genius, I'm sick!</title><content type='html'>So today at work, I have all of my equipment set up and I'm just twiddling my thumbs until the lawyers get there.  I have conventiently put the box of Kleenex that was in the room right next to me.  I have a nasty cold.  And, of course, being pregnant, I can't take DayQuil or anything for it, just suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in walks the lawyer, and she isn't looking so hot herself today.  We have a quick chat, Hello, hello.  Then she says, Oh, are you sick too?  Yeah, I say, I have an pretty bad cold.  She tells me she does too, and, in fact, she is so sick that she shouldn't even be here, but she doesn't think she will be long anyway, so she just wants to get this over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceed with the Discovery.  Everything is going along as normal until I feel like I HAVE to blow my nose or I will be in a lot of trouble.  I feel a lull in the conversation as she and the other lawyer have just finished verbally abusing each other and they seem a little huffy in their own corners, so I proceed to go for the Kleenex.  I manage to get one out of the box, almost up to my nose and -- she's into the questioning again.  So I quickly put the Kleenex on my lap and continue to type (or write as us court reporters call it).  I'm writing away and I feel what I think is another lull in the conversation (for the record, USUALLY when a lawyer hears or sees you grab a Kleenex they are nice enough to let you do your thing and then proceed).  Just as I'm about to blow my nose -- another question.  Ahhhh...I'm afraid if I don't blow my nose, and soon, it is going be running down my face -- ewwwww.   So I wait for another lull, or so I thought I did.   This time I manage to actually start blowing my nose, but did she wait for me to finish?  Nope, she just kept on questioning.  HELLLLLOOOOOO?????  I only have two hands, and if they are busy blowing my nose...who is writing down the testimony?  So I continue to blow my nose as fast as I can and she keeps on talking.  I don't get it.  She has been a lawyer for years...does she think the shorthand machine just does its own thing and I"m decoration?  Anyway, that was frustrating.  All I wanted to do was blow my nose.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking that she might not be the brightest lawyer...she was talking to me and I was standing up and I said something about the countdown until the baby is here being on and she said, Oh, you are pregnant?  No, I just have a basketball under my shirt for the fun of it.  Seriously, most people ask me if I'm due any day now, not IF I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my exciting day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cranky Pregnant Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114377053369163072?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114377053369163072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114377053369163072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114377053369163072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114377053369163072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-case-you-didnt-notice-genius-im.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t notice, genius, I&apos;m sick!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114193043371363099</id><published>2006-03-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:52:57.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast food -- not an option.</title><content type='html'>That would be because I have food poisoning. We spent early Wednesday morning in Labour &amp; Delivery (L&amp;amp;D) at the Rockyview because I was having contractions. Why was I having contractions, you ask? Because I was EXTREMELY dehydrated from throwing up and other bodily functions that cause you to lose liquids (I will spare you those details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian got home from work Tuesday night and he was hungry. I wasn't feeling good. He made himself some dinner...I wanted to hurl. Finally at about 9:45 I decided to take a bath and see if I could relax me and baby and maybe feel better. At 10:00 I was sprinting for the toilet to throw up. I had to sprint to the downstairs bathroom because poor Brian doesn't do well with me throwing up. So I finished that lovely episode and came upstairs and tried to go to bed -- ha. Within a few minutes I was having contractions -- just lovely. So I spent the next few hours trying to get comfortable, but my contractions were every eight minutes apart. Finally at 2:30 I called the health link and told them all of the goings on in me and they told me to head to my delivering hospital. So we were off. After I had a quick shower -- I didn't want to offend (even though I'm sure I was nothing compared to some.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at L&amp;amp;D just before 4 and I explained my symptoms. The nurse said, Oh, sounds like the flu, eh? So they took all of the samples they needed, blood, urine, and then hooked me up to monitors. I LOVE hearing my baby's heartbeat. It was so fun to listen to. Even after four hours of it I didn't get sick of hearing it. They hooked up a heart monitor for baby and one for me. The baby was initially under some stress until they got the IV in me and fluids going and the contractions stopped. But it was hilarious to hear the baby swimming around and then eventually it didn't like the monitor on it and it kept kicking it -- you could hear it! It managed to kick it off a few times. (our baby already has a sense of humour!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still nauseous and the nurse gives me Gravol, which kind of works, but kind of makes me feel nasty all over again. I felt much better once half of the IV solution was in me and I was hydrated more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my doctor shows up at around 7:30 and she checks everything out and asks me what I had eaten the day before. The only thing I had really eaten was Wendy's for lunch. (Grilled chicken sandwhich and a salad.) She figures it was food poisoning because I'm not achy like the flu, and it came on SO violently that she thinks it is food poisoning. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me I'm on bed rest for at least two days and to take it REALLY easy, because she doesn't want me going into labour yet (and I don't really want to be in labour yet.) So here I am, on bed rest (well, computer rest at the moment). I wasn't allowed to eat anything until 10:30 last night and my fabulous friend Sylvanna, brought me over the most amazing home-made chicken noodle soup! She is also bringing me dinner tonight -- she is such a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what is going on now! Baby is sleeping, which is great, because he/she was awake for most of Wednesday night, and I think that wore her/him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fun never ends at the Bohn home. I think I will go and sit on the couch for the afternoon now. I have never wished for cable until now...our four channels will have to do, though! Well, actually, we do have some movies, so maybe I"ll put one in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114193043371363099?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114193043371363099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114193043371363099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114193043371363099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114193043371363099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/fast-food-not-option.html' title='Fast food -- not an option.'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114124851656044013</id><published>2006-03-01T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:30:17.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, where, oh, where...</title><content type='html'>Has my bellybutton gone? Oh, where, oh, where can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally disjointed blog today, because that's how I feel -- disjointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like I ran a pregnant lady's marathon today. I went our ward's mom 'n' tots playgroup this morning at 9:30, then Brian and I went to Costco, then I dropped him off at work and did some banking while I was there, then I went to Wal-Mart, then to Safeway, and now I'm home for a short while. In an hour we are meeting at the bank with our bank lady, then I'm coming home, making dinner for a pregnant friend that is on bed rest at the moment because she is only a few weeks along and she is spotting :(. and then I am off to my massage at 7:00. (BTW -- I have the best massage therapist, and she is TOTALLY reasonable, and she is amazing -- treat yourself, ladies!). And then I'm home for an evening of cleaning the house before my brother gets into town tomorrow night and stays with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -- that's what I feel like saying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down to the massage is on...4 and-a-half hours and waiting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...my cat is currently sniffing my armpit...can I help you?  I know I put my deodrant on this morning...hmm....weird cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114124851656044013?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114124851656044013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114124851656044013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114124851656044013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114124851656044013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-where-oh-where.html' title='Oh, where, oh, where...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114089410006014723</id><published>2006-02-25T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:01:40.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgian waffles and ice cream -- am I dreaming?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my husband officially rocks.  I always knew he did, but now you should know it too.  This morning he got up around 8 and I went back to bed.  I was having a fantastic sleep on this cold Saturday morning, when I woke up to the smell of something cooking.  Just as I had woken up, Brian comes upstairs and says, "It is awake time."  I mumbled something, I'm sure.  And he says, "It is breakfast in bed time!"  Needless to say, I was awake in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This most handsome hubby of mine made me my favourite breakfast, which is orange juice, Belgian waffles with French Vanilla ice cream and fresh raspberries and strawberries on top.  Mmmmmmm.....I was in total heaven.  I was drooling before I even got the first bite in.  He is SOOOOOO good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best hubby.  He is too good to me, that's for sure.  I always hoped my husband would pamper me, but I never actually thought it would happen.  He is amazing.  The other day I was taking a bath (which I take an average of two a day now) and I heard the vacuum going -- he was vacuuming for me.  I had said I was going to vacuum the living room, I just hadn't gotten around to it yet, and he vacuumed for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl with a clean house and a full tummy -- WOOOO HOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he is cleaning out the baby's room right now, he is so good!  I better fight the urge to go back to bed and help him clean the baby's room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114089410006014723?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114089410006014723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114089410006014723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114089410006014723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114089410006014723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/belgian-waffles-and-ice-cream-am-i.html' title='Belgian waffles and ice cream -- am I dreaming?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114053616867294880</id><published>2006-02-21T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T07:36:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>I love living somewhere that gives us a day off to spend with family!  We spent the weekend at my parents' house.  It was so fun with all my nieces and nephews.  I hope everyone else had fun on their Family Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and sisters bought us a travel system -- they rock!  It was a big surprise, and we are so excited about it.  We also got our rocking chair too.  It was a great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started quilting the Noah's Ark wallhanging for the baby's room with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114053616867294880?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114053616867294880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114053616867294880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114053616867294880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114053616867294880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114019851047182103</id><published>2006-02-17T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:48:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a blog?</title><content type='html'>Definition from &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog: to author an online diary or chronology of thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts.  This is my online diary.  These are my opinions.  I do not force my opinions on you.  I do not force you to read my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to read my blog and don't like what I have to say, then you can comment about that by expressing your own opinion.  If you take what I say to be a personal afront to you, get over yourself.  I have NEVER on my blog aimed any comment at any one person.  If you think this, then you need a news bulletin: The world does not revolve around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who think I'm a horrible person who has it out for you -- I don't.  I am actually a nice person and there are very few people in this world that I don't like, and I have good reasons for not liking those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete strangers that feel the need to blog on their blogs about what a nasty person I am -- that's fine; it is your blog.  I just don't agree with the Grade 3 schoolyard games of calling people names and pointing fingers and inviting them to participate in such childish acts of communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those complete strangers that have felt the need to make rude comments about people they don't know, I hope that you don't pass that trait on to your children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I handle the rest of my life with grace, I will handle this too with grace.  Please don't make blogging into a place where you can just make rude comments about people and then laugh at your own wittiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I have not been hurt by any of the comments made about me, I just think that it shows the true character of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have something you want to say to me email me about it, there is no reason to make a public fool of yourself by acting like a bully in the schoolyard bullying people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114019851047182103?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114019851047182103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114019851047182103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114019851047182103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114019851047182103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-blog.html' title='What is a blog?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-114004010327870110</id><published>2006-02-15T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:51:30.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if Valentine's Day is commercialized.</title><content type='html'>I am sick of reading people's blogs and hearing people complain about how commercialized Valentine's Day is. Nobody is forcing you to spend money. And what the heck is wrong with a day to show your significant others in your life how much you love them? Yes, we should be showing it all year round (and I do), but why do people hate Valentine's Day SO much? To those people that complain about how commercialized it is, I says: Zip it, get over it, and suck it up. I will repeat again: Nobody is forcing you to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never personally had anyone from Hallmark or Bernard Callebaut chase me down, scare the PIN for my debit card out of me, and send me out of their store with a bag full of chocolate and me saying to myself -- dang, they got me AGAIN this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -- why can't people just enjoy Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people didn't get what I was trying to say. I was trying to make the point that you don't have to go out and spend money on Valentine's Day, you don't have to get flowers or chocolates. I never do because I think it is stupid to spend the money on things like because it is Valentine's Day. My husband and I have agreed not to spend money on Valentine's Day just because it is Valentine's Day. My point was no one is forcing you to spend money. You can celebrate the spirit of Valentine's Day, which is love, at home with a home-cooked dinner and nothing really fancy. But what is wrong with celebrating the love aspect of it? I feel it is REALLY commercialized, but so is every other holiday. I just don't get why people have to complain about Valentine's Day. I don't know why you wouldn't just choose not to participate in the commericial aspects of it but still enjoy a day to celebrate love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-114004010327870110?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114004010327870110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=114004010327870110' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114004010327870110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/114004010327870110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-what-if-valentines-day-is.html' title='So what if Valentine&apos;s Day is commercialized.'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113899268381623744</id><published>2006-02-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:59:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is like those nasty chain letters you got as a kid...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been meme'd, by &lt;a href="www.jenthemom.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;*Wal-Mart and Japan Camera Photolab Technician -- I did this job for a few years during high school and college. I still can't believe some of the stuff people take pictures of...why, I ask, why?&lt;br /&gt;*Mall Gift Certificate saleswoman -- one of the most BORING jobs ever. I only did it for one year at Christmas time, and I spent more money on &lt;a href="http://www.newyorkfries.com/index.php"&gt;New York Fries &lt;/a&gt;than I made.&lt;br /&gt;*I was a table setter at a super fancy shmancy restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.centurygrill.com/index4.html"&gt;the Century Grill&lt;/a&gt; -- all I did was set tables...how exciting...the money was good&lt;br /&gt;*I was a saleswoman at &lt;a href="http://www.lasenza.com/eng/index.cfm"&gt;La Senza&lt;/a&gt; -- yup, I sold undies and other assorted womens goodies. When a woman, large in stature, shall we say, asks, "Do you have this thong in XXXL?" I knew I had to quit. The mental images supplied by my customers' questions was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;*Double Jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;*The Bone Collector, John Q -- anything with my boyfriend Denzel in it.&lt;br /&gt;*I am Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lethbridge, Alberta -- I was raised there -- still call it home and always will.&lt;br /&gt;*Edmonton, Alberta -- DEADMONTON -- hated it there. Will never move back. Only lived there because my program is only offered at &lt;a href="www.nait.ab.ca"&gt;NAIT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*St. Louis, Missouri -- Moved there right after we were married...I didn't mind it, but it was too far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;*Calgary, Alberta -- LOVE IT! Only two hours away from my family, and Calgary has so much to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have cable, we think it is a waste of money and time, but we do have peasant vision for those nights that we don't have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CSI in all its forms -- but I still like the original the best.&lt;br /&gt;*Law and Order -- any time anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;*Cold Case -- I love the way they go back in time and the casting in this show is SO well done!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.davincisinquest.com/"&gt;Da Vinci's Inquest &lt;/a&gt;-- a Canadian Law and Order&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I like anything law related -- which is probably why I'm a court reporter he he he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four highly-touted shows I detest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any reality show, can't stand any of them.&lt;br /&gt;*Desperate Hoes -- oops, I mean Desperate Housewives -- please, people, if you need to watch this show -- you need a life.&lt;br /&gt;*The O.C. -- watched a part of it once -- saw enough "teenagers" doing each other, that I wasn't impressed.&lt;br /&gt;*South Beach -- watched a part of it the other night for the first time -- not terribly impressed with the acting, and it was all about sex -- that shouldn't surprise me anymore, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four books I’d recommend to anyone, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0920668372/qid=1138918684/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-8268572-5607138?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;I Love You Forever&lt;/a&gt;, makes me cry every time I read it. (This was Jen's answer, but I totally agree)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.drlaurashop.com/product.php?id=96&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=dd0b293c51d442b24e453d9f175f7909"&gt;The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands &lt;/a&gt;by Dr. Laura Schlessinger&lt;br /&gt;*Any John Grisham novels&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/store/product?sku=4499067"&gt;No Doubt About it&lt;/a&gt;, by Sheri Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’ve vacationed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whitefish, Montana -- my parents have a condo there, so relaxing...mmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;*Disneyland -- I was 5, went on the Jaws ride. sat on the side where Jaws comes up right in your face to this day, TERRIFIED of the Jaws music and haven't watched the movie. Still thanking mom and dad for that one! Disneyworld -- I was 13 or something SO fun, had a blast -- no Jaws ride...thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;*Miami, Florida -- just got home about a month ago -- GORGEOUS! I loved the weather.&lt;br /&gt;*Branson, Missouri -- would have been more fun if I was in my 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turkey dinner with all the fixin's MMMMMmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;*Chicken Cordon Bleu -- mmm....&lt;br /&gt;*New Dynasty Restaurant in Lethbridge -- pineapple chicken, beef with broccoli, ginger beef...it is all SOOOO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Open Sesame -- SO good, anything from there is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TD Canada trust -- gotta make sure I still have money LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Myfamily.com checking up on the family news!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.devynnbohnphotography.com"&gt;www.devynnbohnphotography.com&lt;/a&gt; to check my email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Miami...&lt;br /&gt;*In bed....lol&lt;br /&gt;*Touring Egypt and Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;*Anywhere that I can wear a swimming suit outside and it is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bloggers I am tagging (okay, well 2):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://daddyshrink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; (I'll be surprised if he has time to do this)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://thelifeofatuningchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; (Four kids -- not a lot of time, but we'll see...)&lt;br /&gt;*Don't have anyone else to put on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113899268381623744?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113899268381623744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113899268381623744' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113899268381623744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113899268381623744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-like-those-nasty-chain-letters.html' title='This is like those nasty chain letters you got as a kid...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113820396560067097</id><published>2006-01-25T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:46:05.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinach dip &amp; cheesecake</title><content type='html'>We had girls' night out the other night at the Cheesecake Cafe -- SO fun!  I wasn't going to go, so I called &lt;a href="http://www.jenthemom.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and told her I decided to stay home with Brian that night because the only nights we had had together were spent in the ER lately.  But, she convinced me to go, and Brian told me to go, just make sure I rent him a movie and he would be fine.  And he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was off in the nasty weather up to the northside Cheesecake Cafe.  I LOVE that restaurant.  I think it was designed specifically for women.  Anyway, we enjoyed a night of laughter and fun for a few hours.  We had spinach dip, which I LOVE, and then I had chicken caesar salad ... mmmmmmm and then to top it off, Oreo cheesecake, of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were a blast!  I didn't know three of the nine that were there, but it doesn't seem to matter when women get together, we inevitably found things in common.  The theme of the night seemed to be babies, since two of us were prego, and everyone else has babies.  They were telling some horror stories about pregnancy/birth and I wasn't the least bit scared.  It was funny to listen to them, and know that in a few months I'll have stories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I loved girls night -- we really should do it more often -- hint, hint, &lt;a href="http://www.jenthemom.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://beautyshopmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamm&lt;/a&gt;y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113820396560067097?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113820396560067097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113820396560067097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113820396560067097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113820396560067097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/spinach-dip-cheesecake.html' title='Spinach dip &amp; cheesecake'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113815710018633296</id><published>2006-01-24T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:45:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why I love my husband so much</title><content type='html'>10.  He knows just how I like my toast made.&lt;br /&gt;9.    He knows how to make a bath perfect for me, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;8.    He does the laundry without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;7.    He is SO cute when he is sleeping and doesn't know I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;6.    He loves me for who I am and just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;5.    On the days I think I look the worst, inevitably he will tell me how beautiful I am.&lt;br /&gt;4.    He loves my ever-expanding body and doesn't think I've ever looked better.&lt;br /&gt;3.    He has talked to the baby since we very first knew we were pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;2.    He cleans the kitchen without me asking.&lt;br /&gt;1.    He is him, and that's just how I want him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113815710018633296?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113815710018633296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113815710018633296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113815710018633296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113815710018633296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/10-reasons-why-i-love-my-husband-so.html' title='10 reasons why I love my husband so much'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113725220936631989</id><published>2006-01-14T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T07:26:58.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How nerdy are YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;img alt="I am nerdier than 27% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=5582" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://alysonslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyson's&lt;/a&gt; testing for verifying I"m not a nerd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113725220936631989?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113725220936631989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113725220936631989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113725220936631989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113725220936631989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-nerdy-are-you.html' title='How nerdy are YOU?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113685785880783031</id><published>2006-01-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:50:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the Miami Airport like the back of my hand...</title><content type='html'>Yup, I do, since we got to spend 13 hours in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I never call about my flights to see if they are on time.  Sometimes I check online, but if anything, my flights are late, and I can deal with a few hours at the airport to wait for my flight.  I will from now on check on all my flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, with that out of the way, here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed up to the airport Sunday morning at 7:00 to get our tickets for our 9:00 flight.  The United clerk couldn't seem to find us in the computer.  He finally found us by our confirmation numbers and informed us that our flight was changed to 6:00 that morning and we had missed it.  So we thought, well, there has to be  enough flights going back that we can just jump on the next flight -- WRONG, it was January 1st, one of the busiest days for flying in the year, and apparently EVERYTHING was booked.  He told us the only thing he could do was put us on stand-by for a 5:00 p.m. heading to Dallas, and then we would be stand-by from Dallas to Calgary.  He told us that was our only option, so we took it.  We slept in the airport, ate in the airport, played games in the airport and read in the airport for 10 hours.  We headed to the gate in time to catch the flight at 5:00, only to find out that we were not on the top of the stand-by list, like we had been told, and that we wouldn't be making the flight, but conveniently the other four people that made it onto that flight didn't look like they had been sleeping in the airport for the last 10 hours.  So I asked the ticket guy what was their priority for picking people for stand-by, since surely we were the first ones on the list.  He said it was done by how much people paid for their ticket.  Brian's was bought on his mom's airmiles, and mine was paid for, so we were bumped to the bottom because of the airmiles.   By the way, by this time I was in complete tears and uttering words that my husband has NEVER heard come out of my mouth -- I don't think he thought I knew some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** Side note:  That does not make any sense.  Do you know how many flights had to be purchased in order to get that free one? GRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr.......*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we headed (I waddled) back to the United counter, only to find out that the 5:00 flight was their last flight of the day, so they closed down.  There was not a sole to be found that was paid by United.  So we were pretty ticked off.  We headed over to the Air Canada counter, because they are in the "Star Alliance" with United, and we wondered if they could help.  They were really nice, but were booked and had stand-bys full, so we weren't going anywhere that night.  So Air Canada just suggested that we get a hotel or sleep in the airport (NOT LIKELY) and come first thing in the morning and get a flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we did.  This pregnant duck, as Brian calls me so fondly with my waddle, was not going to be staying in the airport any longer.  I was done!  So there is a hotel thing that connects you to all the hotels in the area and you can take a shuttle to the airport.  So we called around about prices, and we found one for around $90 (which wasn't the lowest price, but not the highest either).  We caught the shuttle to the hotel, and ran to our room as quickly as possible.  You see, our hotel was attached to a bar, and the locale around the airport area is much less than desirable.  We were just glad to see a bed and a shower and free wireless internet!  We never heard the bar, but I'm sure we were both so tired we wouldn't have woken up at anything.  So it was about 11 by the time we got to bed and got all the phone calls made to our parents and people that were supposed to be picking us up at the airport.  We set the alarm for 4:30 and out of bed we got.  We got showered and ready to go and caught the shuttle back to the airport at 5:30.  We barely missed the 5:00 shuttle ... grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the airport, the United counter, and I stand in line, and when I get to the front of the line, the lady, Maxine Mitchell, our savior, asked me what was wrong, what happened!  I explained our situation and she managed to get us on a flight that was pretty much boarding at that moment.  We boogied through security and made it onto our flight :)  Not stand-by!  She got both of our flights booked for the exit row -- love the extra leg room!  We made it into Calgary at a reasonable time.  I was just glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are two days of my life I can't get back.  I was a cranky pregnant lady, and Brian has now started to just call me pranky!  Anyway, I have slowly recovered, and I'm doing better, but I didn't think I'd risk flying so soon again, and now I'm headed off to Inuvik for a week on February 6th.  That's for my next blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113685785880783031?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113685785880783031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113685785880783031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113685785880783031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113685785880783031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-know-miami-airport-like-back-of-my.html' title='I know the Miami Airport like the back of my hand...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113685656092194233</id><published>2006-01-09T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:29:20.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Miami...</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't even know where to start, Oh, faithful readers! (ha ha ha ha ha) So we spent Christmas in Miami with the in-laws. We had a lot of fun in Miami -- kinda hard to not have fun, if you ask me. We spent time visiting a lot of Brian's cousins, whom I had never met, so that was really fun to finally meet people that I had only ever heard about. We even went deep sea fishing, which was a big step for the waterphobic person -- ME! I don't like the thought of what is in water that deep, and I certainly didn't like the fact that we could see the bottom of the ocean, then it was getting harder, and then BOOM black. It was kinda creepy. But it was a big enough boat, that I figured I was okay. I guess I forgot about the actual catching of fish part -- something else I've never done. Let's just say I never touched my bait -- Brian or his brother always baited my hook for me. When my brother-in-law said to Brian "So we just stick the hook right between their eyes, right?" I almost hurled then and there. I didn't need to know that. We were obviously using little fish to catch bigger ones. I didn't catch anything. My father-in-law didn't catch anything, but my sister-in-law, who was sick for most of it, caught a few in the few minutes she actually fished! Oh, well. I had a few really big bites that I couldn't hold onto the rod, but by the time&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/1600/IMG_1249WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/320/IMG_1249WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian came over to help, it was gone :( People caught eel, shark, and mackeral. It was awesome. You could hear some of the big fish when the finally brought them on board, you could hear them flipping out (literally ha ha) and hitting the side of the boat. So that was our deep sea fishing experience. I'll attach a picture from that. In the picture, we didn't catch that big hugo mugo 80-pound fish, it was there when we came back from our fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a sea turtle too, but he quickly left before I could get a good picture, but I at least got a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some BEAUTIFUL houses and boats out there. Man, people have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in West Palm Beach, and we were only a 20-minute drive from the ocean. We took family pictures on the beach, and they were really nice. We mostly hung out at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/1600/IMG_1241web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/320/IMG_1241web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the view on our ride to land after the deep sea fishing -- it was so breathtaking, this picture doesn't do it justice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113685656092194233?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113685656092194233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113685656092194233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113685656092194233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113685656092194233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-miami.html' title='Welcome to Miami...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113442469384589842</id><published>2005-12-12T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:05:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever punched a woman?  Have you ever punched a pregnant woman?</title><content type='html'>Well, I almost found out what it is like to be punched today. You see, I was driving to pick up something today, and I was turning from Barlow Trail on to McKnight Boulevard West. There was a HUGE long line up of cars waiting to turn. The guy in front of me is NOT paying attention and the cars would move forward and he would be doing other things in the car not paying attention, finally, after a few times of this I finally honked at him, because we were getting close to the intersection. You could see him reach over to the passenger seat and stay there looking for something. So then after I honked the first time he moved up, glared at me, but moved up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is our turn to make the light and he STILL isn't paying attention. I wasn't going to miss this light and make the people behind me miss it because this yahoo can't pay attention, so I honked again. We made it through the light. Just as we had accelerated to 70, this jerk SLAMS on his brakes and comes to a full stop in the middle of heavy traffic. I have to slam on my brakes, and I'm honking to let him know what a ****************** he is, but also to let other people know that I have to stop. The lady behind me has been behind me since the turn, so she has seen everything. He stops his car completely and is yelling at me and flipping me the bird in this rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts to accelerate again and we come to the light and it is red. Next thing I know, he is out of his car and at my door (I made sure it was locked) and he is pulling on my handle to open the door and hitting the window telling me to get out and I am a ********* *************** **************. The lady behind me is freaking out. I stay in the car and just yell at him and tell him that he can't drive, and that isn't my fault. He keeps pulling on my door handle and then the light turns and he gets back into his car. He then starts to swerve all over the road and no one is going near him for fear of getting hit. WHAT AN ********************************************!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he rightly deserved the honks that he was getting. It is your responsibility on the road to PAY ATTENTION! If you can't do that, I'll remind you. I took down his license plate and description and took it into the police. I don't think I was in the wrong to honk at him, we all wanted to get through that intersection. Obviously, I think he has road rage. What was he going to do if my door wasn't locked? What would he have actually done to me? I'm glad I didn't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you see a gentleman not of the caucasion persuasion, in a white Toyota Corolla, early 2000s, with the license plate YWU 756, either stay clear or beat him up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Cranky Pregnant and Hates Stupid People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113442469384589842?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113442469384589842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113442469384589842' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113442469384589842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113442469384589842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-you-ever-punched-woman-have-you.html' title='Have you ever punched a woman?  Have you ever punched a pregnant woman?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113355852774851817</id><published>2005-12-02T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:22:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be safe...</title><content type='html'>Okay, it is wintertime -- in case you didn't notice.  Please drive safely.  I just got a call from a friend of mine, and her step-sister was killed in a car accident early this morning, they think the weather was a factor.  I almost got hit yesterday too.  We really need to just take things slowly!  It is so scary out there sometimes, especially when it is around the first snowfall, we all need to just take it slowly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113355852774851817?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113355852774851817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113355852774851817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113355852774851817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113355852774851817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/12/please-be-safe.html' title='Please be safe...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113310429153301186</id><published>2005-11-27T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:11:31.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey, tazers and too much fun!!!</title><content type='html'>For so many reasons I love my husband, but yesterday one of my favourite reasons -- AMERICAN THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!!  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....I make a gooooooood Thanksgiving dinner!  I made the buns (aka rolls) from scratch.  I got up at 6 a.m. so they could rise twice and be out of the oven in time for the turkey to go in.  I also make great stuffing (thanks, Mom!).  I also made my sister-in-law's sweet potatoes recipes, which primarily consists of sugar and butter  -- mmmmmmmmm.......I made a jell-o which turned out really runny and really unappetizing!  Brian made the turkey and the mashed potatoes...mmmmmmmm -- he makes a mean turkey!  I made turkey gravy from the drippings.....YUMMY!  I also made my mother-in-law's cranberry recipe, which was a hit too!  I made both pecan and pumkins pies for dessert, as well as a square for those that don't like pie.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the title does mention tazers.  Well, one of my friends that came, her husband is a cop and he said he might try and stop by on his shift.  Well, I thought he'd be busy, so I didn't really think he would stop by -- but he did, uniform and all!  His partner came in too and they actually both had a piece of pie.  I thought maybe they would just say hi, but they sat down and chatted!  It was awesome!  Then, my friend's partner brought out his tazer gun! SOOOOO COOL!!!!  50,000 volts would hurt, that's all I have to say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so that was the goods from yesterday.  We had 22 people here, which included two babies!  Our house isn't all that big, but it was SOOOO fun packing everyone in and enjoying the company.  I loved it ... now my house seems so quiet -- kinda lonely!  We mingled new-found friends with old friends and we had so much fun!  And, of course, we had to feed our American missionaries!  They gave us thank you cards with turkeys on them -- he he he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fun was had by all!  No disasters with our cooking, other than the jell-o that was a flop, but no one cared!  Hope all you American friends out there had a good Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113310429153301186?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113310429153301186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113310429153301186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113310429153301186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113310429153301186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/turkey-tazers-and-too-much-fun.html' title='Turkey, tazers and too much fun!!!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113156793575162973</id><published>2005-11-09T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:25:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books...</title><content type='html'>Have you read any good books lately?  I am reading everything within my reach lately, and I just can't get enough of reading!  I love book recommendations and movie recommendations, although, I love reading more than watching movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113156793575162973?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113156793575162973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113156793575162973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113156793575162973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113156793575162973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/books.html' title='Books...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113043840925872340</id><published>2005-10-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:40:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My visit to the geriatric department at the Rockyview Hospital</title><content type='html'>Okay, for those looking for a more serious version of my hospital visit, go to &lt;a href="http://www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  I have included the details of the visit there, but while I was in the hospital some HILARIOUS things were happening, that I have to share.  Yes, despite the stabbing pain in my chest and the inability to even walk to the washroom by myself, I found humour in a not-so-humourous situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got in the ER at 6:00 a.m.  I was admitted quickly.  As I was walking to my room, I noticed that I was the youngest in the ER at the time by about 60 years.  Seriously, as the day progressed, I could hear the nurses talking about the other patients and most of them were in their 80s and 90s.  Throughout the day we could hear this poor old lady saying things like "Don't leave me alone."  "I don't want to be by myself."  We felt SO bad for this poor lady with no family.  Then, another lady was brought in because she had fallen and broken a few bones in her body.  I heard the nurse on the phone with her family and the nurse was saying "She hasn't been very nice to anyone.  She is being quite mean."  She didn't really know where she was.  People kept asking her if she knew where she was and she didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the afternoon I was finishing my nuclear x-ray and they wheeled me out into the hallway to wait for a porter to come and move me back to my room in the ER.  As I was waiting there, the lady in the bed next to me was saying "Please don't leave me."  "Where is my son?"  "I don't want to die here."  "Where are you?"  "Somebody help me."  "Help me."  "I can't die here."  It was so sad.  I wanted to get out of my bed and help her, but I couldn't.  Then a porter came and took her away, and a few minutes later they took me away.  As it turns out that was the same old lady who was talking about not dying earlier, she was my next door neighbour in the ER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back to the ER and Brian and I start hearing the old lady, who I named Edna (the one who didn't want to die) saying "Pleeeeaaasseeee don't let me die here."  "Where is my son?"  And from across the hall we hear the lady I named Bertha (the one with broken bones) say "Shut up!"  Brian and I weren't sure we heard her right.  Again, "Shut up!"  Bertha was telling Edna to shut up!  So sad.  Then Edna just kept saying "I don't wannnnnnaaa die!!!!"  And Bertha kept telling her to shut up because no one wanted to hear about it.  Then, a few nurses went in to help Bertha and she told them to "Get out!"  Another nurse went in to help and Bertha said "You too, Fatty."  Seriously, this was going on.  Brian and I were busting up laughing, but with a stabbing pain in my chest it hurt a lot.  I almost had Brian shut the door to my room because I couldn't laugh anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my time in the hospital had a few funny memorable moments in it.  I figure in life you just have to find the funny things, or else you would be really boring.  Anyway, that is the story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113043840925872340?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113043840925872340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113043840925872340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113043840925872340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113043840925872340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-visit-to-geriatric-department-at.html' title='My visit to the geriatric department at the Rockyview Hospital'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-113001995517028156</id><published>2005-10-22T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:25:55.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parakeet??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #ffffff; padding: 8px; margin: 8px; font: 12px sans-serif; color: #000000; line-height: 20px; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: none; background-color: #ffffff; font: bold 16px sans-serif; color: #000000; margin: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; padding: 0px;"&gt;You Are A: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/keet.html"&gt;Parakeet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cuteducky.com/img/keet.jpg" style="border: none; margin: 0px 12px 12px 0px; float: left; height: 100px width: 100px" alt="parakeet"&gt;This popular bird is kept as a pet in homes all over the world. Originating from Australia, parakeets like warm weather and lots of seeds and fruit.  They are also known for being messy and quite loud!  But you cannot look at one without falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were almost a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/squirrel.html"&gt;Squirrel&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/frog.html"&gt;Frog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are least like a:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/chip.html" target="_top"&gt;Chipmunk&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animals/lamb.html" target="_top"&gt;Lamb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cuteducky.com/cute_animal_quiz.html" style="clear: both; display: block; text-align: center; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Cute Animal Test!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-113001995517028156?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113001995517028156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=113001995517028156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113001995517028156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/113001995517028156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/parakeet_22.html' title='A Parakeet??????????'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112973767999646351</id><published>2005-10-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:01:20.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me...(1-25)</title><content type='html'>I saw this on another blog, &lt;a href="http://alysonslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyson's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I thought I would do it too.   What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   I am the baby of seven kids.&lt;br /&gt;2.   I was adopted when I was 1.&lt;br /&gt;3.   I am one class/exam away from being a certified ballet teacher (I don't have many regrets in life, but this is one of them).&lt;br /&gt;4.   I have my Grade 7 in piano.&lt;br /&gt;5.   I can only play songs from the Children's Songbook, and a few hymns after all those years of piano.  (Yes, my mom always told me I would regret quitting, and I do.)&lt;br /&gt;6.   I am the assistant head coach in Rythmic Gymnastics for Special Olympics, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;7.   I have never broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;8.   I have only been in the hospital once in my life overnight, and it was just before our wedding, I had pancreatitis.&lt;br /&gt;9.   I have two cats, Inde and Squishie.&lt;br /&gt;10. My favourite food is Chinese food from the Dynasty in Lethbridge; no other Chinese food has come close yet.&lt;br /&gt;11.  My favourite colour is green.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I hate mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I hate seafood.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I love steak, and I can eat anyone under the table.&lt;br /&gt;15.  The biggest steak I have had was 22 ounces, and I had it done before everyone else was even half-way through their meals.&lt;br /&gt;16.  My favourite band currently is Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;17.  My favourite band of all time is The Barenaked Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;18.  My favourite movie is Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;19.  The movie I don't like that I have seen most recently was Napleon Dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I miss the autumn in St. Louis.&lt;br /&gt;21.  My dream career-wise is to be a family law arbitrator.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I was going to go back to school in January, in psychology, but our little announcement has changed those plans temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;23.  My favourite candy is PayDays or Skor bars.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I have never had a cavity.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I am deathly afraid of large bodies of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112973767999646351?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112973767999646351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112973767999646351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112973767999646351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112973767999646351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/100-things-about-me1-25.html' title='100 Things about me...(1-25)'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112973678523919432</id><published>2005-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:46:25.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up on Calgary drivers...</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the rule...if you are driving, on a road, in Calgary, please, do NOT reach into the back seat of your car and rummage around for something, while looking in your backseat for that something, for a few seconds while you are going 100 Ks an hour.  You will almost kill many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to coaching for Special Olympics yesterday, this girl, same age as me, several times reached in to the backseat and looked for something, with one had on the wheel, and her head looking in the back seat WHILE WE WERE GOING DOWN THE DEERFOOT!  Hello?  Does this make sense?  You couldn't get past her, because you didn't know which was she was going to swerve.  Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do some people get licenses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112973678523919432?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112973678523919432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112973678523919432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112973678523919432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112973678523919432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-give-up-on-calgary-drivers.html' title='I give up on Calgary drivers...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112853672991197531</id><published>2005-10-05T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:25:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a good thing I can't afford Holt Renfrew -- I wouldn't go there after this!</title><content type='html'>So hubby and I have often had the discussion about how it seems that people are having kids because that's what you do after you have a house and a car and a great job.  You have kids so that you can take them to staff functions and they look good.  It is kind of a status thing.  I know far too many lawyers that have nannies.  To those lawyers I want to ask "Do you know what your child's favourite colour is?"  Really, how much can you know about your kids when you work 18 hours a day?  Anyway, it isn't just lawyers.  But our society seems to think that you need to have a two-income household to survive.  While I will have to work for a few more years, I'm not working so we can have all the nice stuff...I am working so that my husband can get out of school sometime.  He can't work full time because he goes to school full time and volunteers with Special Olympics and church.  Trust me, I don't want to go back to work, but I will for a while.  That is different than what I see going on in society.  I think children would do far better off with their moms at home, than with a nanny or in a daycare wearing the most stylish clothes and having the best toys.  Maybe I'm old fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this rant was an article that Brian brought home that hits home exactly what I think is going on in society today.  It was in the Calgary Herald about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FASHION STATEMENT FAUX PAS&lt;br /&gt;Upscale retailer Holt Renfrew &amp; Co., which has reintroduced pricey clothing for babies and kids has stumbled into some unfortunate language.  In fact, it might want to rethink its communications strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent interview, Holt's president, Caryn Lerner, noted the upscale retailer is back in kids clothing because: "Kids are becoming accessories, and I don't mean that in a negative way, but they are a reflection of their parents." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are mere additions to one's lifestyle, like a Gucci handbag or Prada wallet?  Good grief.  Let's hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberta is a consumer-friendly province.  With no provincial sales tax and high disposable income, it's a retailer's paradise.  However, our citizens are also properly protective of their children.  Lerner might want to use different language in the future, or at least get advice from a public relations firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, kids never go out of fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE ACTUALLY SAID "Kids are becoming accessories"?  I am astounded.  Anyway, I was really outraged by this before I found out I was expecting a little one, now I want to go and punch this Caryn Lerner moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People having kids because that's just what you do, not because you want a baby and you want a family, is one reason we have so many young disfunctional families, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a rant from a pregnant blonde who always has an opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112853672991197531?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112853672991197531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112853672991197531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112853672991197531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112853672991197531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-good-thing-i-cant-afford-holt.html' title='It is a good thing I can&apos;t afford Holt Renfrew -- I wouldn&apos;t go there after this!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112835499315433672</id><published>2005-10-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:57:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are stupid</title><content type='html'>So, hubby and I are driving down Macleod Trail on Saturday on our way home. We were in the second-from-the-right lane minding our own business when we notice a car in the merging lane who was right next to us and she was neither speeding up or slowing down in order to get ahead of us. The merging lane is ending very quickly and she decides it's about time she gets her car into our lane, then without signalling until she is actually half-way into our lane, she almost hits us. We pull up next to her in order to share some advice we have with her via our middle fingers and she has NO IDEA she almost hit us. She is busy doing something else in her car. We continue on our merry way. Then a little bit down the road we are next to her and she swerves into our lane again, almost hitting us again, this time I am going to share my feelings with her whether she likes it or not. I turn around to flip her the bird when I notice the exact reason she has not been paying attention on the road -- SHE IS FLOSSING HER TEETH. I kid you not. Mirror down and she is flossing. Now, being a dentist's daughter, I can appreciate the want for good oral hygeine, but FLOSSING WHILE GOING 80 KM/HR? PEOPLE ARE STUPID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112835499315433672?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112835499315433672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112835499315433672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112835499315433672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112835499315433672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-are-stupid.html' title='People are stupid'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112777240864132009</id><published>2005-09-26T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:07:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I know it now...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been contemplating a lot about life lately. Do you have those times when you get all philosophical on yourself? Anyway, with big changes (&lt;a href="http://www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.ourlittleweeone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) going on in our lives right now, my mind naturally wanders to the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will life be like when I'm not working?&lt;br /&gt;Do I know how to be a mom instead of a business woman?&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to stop working?&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss working?&lt;br /&gt;I hurl at the sight of blood...will that go away when I have kids that come crying to me with their scraped up knees?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too young for mommyhood?&lt;br /&gt;Who is this little one inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess most of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be a good mother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112777240864132009?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112777240864132009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112777240864132009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112777240864132009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112777240864132009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-as-i-know-it-now.html' title='Life as I know it now...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112734936073951448</id><published>2005-09-21T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:36:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all of my secret readers....I know you are out there -- well, at least I know there is one of you out there.</title><content type='html'>I just found out the other day that my friend/roommate from college/maid of honour reads my blog -- I'm glad someone reads it!  I guess you always hope someone is reading it, but you never really know!  Hey, Sarah!  Have fun writing all of those papers.  I can't even begin to imagine how hard your school is...master's in law....too hard for this brain right now.  I only have a one-track mind right now -- no, it isn't what you are thinking -- it is BABY!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112734936073951448?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112734936073951448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112734936073951448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112734936073951448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112734936073951448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-all-of-my-secret-readersi-know-you.html' title='To all of my secret readers....I know you are out there -- well, at least I know there is one of you out there.'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112717678014116233</id><published>2005-09-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:39:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is crazy...</title><content type='html'>It really is crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112717678014116233?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112717678014116233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112717678014116233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112717678014116233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112717678014116233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life is crazy...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112560430773840987</id><published>2005-09-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:51:47.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Quiz...</title><content type='html'>Here is a recent quiz I received and actually filled out -- I thought it might give everyone a bit more insight into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do these things, but I figured out I should every once in a while. When you're done, pass it along to 10,000 people and you will find a penny on the sidewalk today. Pass it on to 100,000, and you might find a rotten grape! How exciting! Better forward it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES?&lt;br /&gt;Good ones are tan with Gold border. Old ones are white and blue.&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Book of Mormon, "Small Business, an entrepreneur's plan"&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;Who still uses a mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' Phase 10 lately.&lt;br /&gt;5. LEAST FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Barf...&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?Do I have to work today?  Where are the kitties, I could sleep just a few more minutes...&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;Green in all its forms&lt;br /&gt;8. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;Blue -- I hate blue...really, I do.  (he he that ryhmes)&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW MANY RINGS UNTIL YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who's calling (LOVE CALLER ID).&lt;br /&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Brian or Anthony (hubby put Anthony in here...didn't know that was a choice LOL) or Tazewell for boys.&lt;br /&gt;Kezya or Anastasia Alexandria or Zoe for girls&lt;br /&gt;11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate hands down!&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but my hubby says' I'm a whimp.  We test drove the new 'stang at the auto show and I wouldn't gun it -- I was scared of hitting people...we were still in town.  I also got a speeding ticket the same day we took possession of our Monte Carlo SS ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby (not stuffed...that would be sick and twisted) and two living kitties that can cuddle just like a stuffed animal if they are tired enough.&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU LIKE THUNDERSTORMS:&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;15 WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;br /&gt;1989 Ford Taurus Cappucino coloured n (at least that was what colour the first cop that ever pulled me over called it!)&lt;br /&gt;16. SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Taurus&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?&lt;br /&gt;Depends if it is covered in cheese or not...&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Stay-at-home mom, which will be a reality, but other than that, my dream job is to be family law arbitrator.&lt;br /&gt;19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;Blonde is working just fine for me.  I've done red -- not so good for me.  I like brunette -- it was nice, but I will stick to what God gave me.&lt;br /&gt;20. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?&lt;br /&gt;Half full -- I am married to a future psychologist, let's not forget.  If I said half empty there would be countless hours of therapy, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride, of course! Then Shrek, Shrek 2, Monstors Inc., Finding Nemo...&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?&lt;br /&gt;I get paid a lot of money to type properly, so ,yes, I do.  And, yes, it annoys me to watch other people that can't type with their fingers on the right keys -- it isn't that hard!&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the kitties...that's it. &lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;4 and 20&lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Golf -- hands down golf -- JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!! I don't like golf....sorry to those that do -- Hockey and basketball, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;26. YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST INTENSE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Losing a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;28. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD?&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup...a little tiny bit of mustard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;29. HAMBURGER OR HOT DOG:&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger -- no lips or bums in a tube for me!&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;br /&gt;Summer and fall (well, fall in St. Louis to be specific.)&lt;br /&gt;31. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN?&lt;br /&gt;Florida (and going back at Christmas :) I can hear the beach calling me now!)&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The factory one, since I haven't changed it since our stupid computer died a few weeks ago and we got a new one.&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE FAST FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Arby's, Arby's Arby's -- well, you get the idea -- and Quiznos is second!&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT IS YOUR BIRTH NAME?Devon Rae Marriott (I'm adopted--it is a long story) my current name is Devynn Rae Bohn (really it is the same person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's me!  Any questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112560430773840987?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112560430773840987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112560430773840987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112560430773840987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112560430773840987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/silly-quiz.html' title='Silly Quiz...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112477501066228443</id><published>2005-08-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:30:10.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Sesame</title><content type='html'>We went to our favourite restaurant tonight, Open Sesame.  If you have never been, you have to go!  It is SO affordable and SO good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112477501066228443?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112477501066228443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112477501066228443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112477501066228443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112477501066228443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/open-sesame.html' title='Open Sesame'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112422968136973002</id><published>2005-08-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:01:21.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New spiffy computer</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm officially wireless!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to experience the freedom -- althought I love my cute yellow office, I'm excited to just take the laptop where ever in the house and surf!  I am online all day -- not addicted, just interested in a lot of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I managed to not really have any blonde experiences today, but the day is still young!  Hubby's sisters are coming in a few days, perhaps I should get off my behind and get their rooms ready -- ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112422968136973002?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112422968136973002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112422968136973002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112422968136973002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112422968136973002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-spiffy-computer.html' title='New spiffy computer'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112417061153539303</id><published>2005-08-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:36:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer crashed and so did I</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have had yet another computer problem.  Last February, due to yet another blonde moment in my life, I dropped my very nice Sony VAIO laptop and it died due to internal injuries, so I had to run out and replace it. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday after hubby and I ate lunch, I decided to actually do some work,  so I waltzed my new 12-lbs lighter (thanks to the South Beach Diet) body upstairs to my cute newly-painted yellow office with my nice leather office chair, and I sat down to my computer screen which was showing some computer jargon.  I thought "Oh, silly thing, must have had some trouble rebooting after a restart." &lt;br /&gt;So I restarted it...and it froze...so I tried again...it froze.  Then I realized I was in a lot of trouble if it didn't start...so I took a deep breath and then I let out a big "BRIAN, I THINK THE STUPID COMPUTER IS BROKEN."  He came running...he too restarted it (this time by the main power), and it still didn't start. &lt;br /&gt;By this time I am going into mild hyperventalative (is that a word) swings.  I am trying to remain calm, but it isn't working.  I decide to call a new friend of ours who used to run a computer store.  He happens to have the day off, and lives a block away.  He says he will be over in a little while.  So I clean while I wait. &lt;br /&gt;Then he shows up...looks at the computer, and in under five minutes gives me the diagnosis "Um...sorry to tell you this, but your motherboard is fried, dead...done." &lt;br /&gt;Me, "What do you mean?  How does this happen?  I'm screwed, aren't I?" &lt;br /&gt;His answer, "Yup, you're hooped." &lt;br /&gt;Great!  So,  on Saturday night, we are in Best Buy looking for a new computer, instead of enjoying a BBQ at our friends' house.  I officially hate computers. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a question for you: Why can't computers just come out of the box and work?  You pay enough for them and you still have a buttload of crap to do to them.  I only got the whole thing up and running yesterday.  And still, my Outlook isn't working quite right.  Anyway, I hate computers.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up this morning with a NASTY migraine.  Any of you that know me know that I am very prone to them, but I firmly believe that today's migraine was caused due to the fact that I hate spending this much money on something I wasn't really planning on buying, but that I need ASAP and I can't really research. AHHHHHHHHHH.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I slept until 1:30 this afternoon.  I am feeling a little better...but not much. &lt;br /&gt;And I still hate computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I LOVE THE SOUTH BEACH DIET :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112417061153539303?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112417061153539303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112417061153539303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112417061153539303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112417061153539303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/computer-crashed-and-so-did-i.html' title='The computer crashed and so did I'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112322135044365735</id><published>2005-08-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:55:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive...right?</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow will have been my first week on the South Beach Diet and I've done pretty good.  I didn't actually cheat until today, and that's because I was SO sick with the worst headache that I had an oatmeal cookie.  The headache didn't go away.  One more week, and then I will be back to more normal food!  WOo HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so about the school thing.  I think I am really going to do it.  I sent away for my transcripts from NAIT today, and I have emailed my high school about getting transcripts.  I believe that women should have good educations, and I do have a good education, I just want more.  It may sound totally corny, but I am hungry to learn more.  Weird...I think I'm having a mid-life crisis at 24.  If that's the case...and this is mid-life...I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night/day/morning/whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112322135044365735?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112322135044365735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112322135044365735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112322135044365735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112322135044365735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-will-surviveright.html' title='I will survive...right?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112322203076714084</id><published>2005-08-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:07:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look -- our house!  (Finally some pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/1600/House-Kitchen1.email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/320/House-Kitchen1.email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/1600/House-Outsidefront.email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/320/House-Outsidefront.email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised pictures of our new house, and I never posted them, because I was having a blonde moment (see the name of my blog ;) ) and I couldn't figure it out again.   Anyway, we are loving every minute of being home owners!  It is a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112322203076714084?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112322203076714084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112322203076714084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112322203076714084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112322203076714084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/look-our-house-finally-some-pictures.html' title='Look -- our house!  (Finally some pictures)'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112304270460387847</id><published>2005-08-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:18:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sugar?  Are you CRAZY??????</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm on week 1 of the South Beach Diet -- the first few days were okay.  I survived pretty easily, followed the directions pretty good.  Today is day 5, and although I'm down seven pounds in five days, I have an awful headache from carb/sugar withdrawl!  I didn't realize how much sugar and carbs I enjoy every day.  Seriously, this has been an enlightening time for me.  It is not a low carb or low fat diet, totally different.  But the first two weeks are a detox so no carbs or sugar in any form for me!  All in all, though, I must say, I feel great.  I haven't felt tired in the afternoons like I usually do around 3, when I want to curl up with my kitties and take a nap.   But this headache needs to go away!  Anyway, I know a few people that have done this, and while I'm not a big fan of diets, this is my first one ever, and I am enjoying it!  I don't feel starved and I am losing weight -- love that!  Also, I have been seeing the inside of my gym more frequently, which is helping too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough babbling about weight stuff -- I'm thinking of going back to school.  Seriously, I am.  Brian and I have talked about it, and I think I am going to start taking some night classes in January.  Probably in psychology -- same as hubby is in, but I just think I need to get my degree.  Anyway, that's life for this blonde chicita right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112304270460387847?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112304270460387847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112304270460387847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112304270460387847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112304270460387847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-sugar-are-you-crazy.html' title='No sugar?  Are you CRAZY??????'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112105627107479017</id><published>2005-07-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:31:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography website makeover</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got around to redoing my photography website.  Check it out!  Tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devynnbohnphotography.com"&gt;http://www.devynnbohnphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112105627107479017?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112105627107479017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112105627107479017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112105627107479017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112105627107479017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/07/photography-website-makeover.html' title='Photography website makeover'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-112075102747625736</id><published>2005-07-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:43:47.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home from vacation and reality has hit again :(</title><content type='html'>Well, unfortunately my vacation had to end and I'm back to work and all that stuff.  I think that a few days vacation after vacation is necessary, don't you?  I think that we need a few days to get life back into order. &lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of having a July 4th party/house-warming party the day after we got home from vacation.  What was I thinking?  I wasn't ready!  At least the party was okay -- I mean, really, as long as you feed people and give them cold beverages, they are usually fine.  The boys remained the back yard getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, while the ladies were inside having a good ol' chat and looking at my old scrapbooks (ha ha...very bad pictures of me).&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at work and I wish I wasn't.  I don't know what all these lawyers do when we are on vacation -- who can they harass constantly for transcripts they don't really need that will just sit on their desks?  Huh?  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Special Olympic provincials was a blast!  I coach Rythmic Gymnastics and Brian coaches Competative Swimming.  My girls did an awesome job -- some of them really surprised me.  In practice they were in la-la land, and they pulled off their routines in front of the judges no problemo!  They can be sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm off to work on a Photography 101 class that I'm teaching tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-112075102747625736?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112075102747625736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=112075102747625736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112075102747625736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/112075102747625736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-home-from-vacation-and-reality-has.html' title='I&apos;m home from vacation and reality has hit again :('/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111973186584922877</id><published>2005-06-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:37:45.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the Moutains -- and I'm in Heaven</title><content type='html'>So I know I haven't written in a while, but life has been CRAZY with the house and with a vacation coming up.  Well, I'm on vacation as we "speak" and I love it!  We are in Big Sky, Montana, about an hour from Yellowstone National Park.  We are staying a beautiful "rustic-type" resort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we took the gondola up the side of the mountain and we had a guide that told us everything about the mountains in this area and the animals and all that fun stuff.  He was born and raised in Big Sky, and he knew a lot for a 25-year-old.  We didn't get to see any wildlife, but for a few chipmunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a relaxing time, thank goodness.  I need a vacation.  Although, as much as I love my in-laws...it still can't be a vacation when you are with the in-laws.  It just isn't the same as going alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So, let me ramble about the mountains some more.  I grew up an hour from the mountains, and on clear days, we could see them.  Who knew that different mountains could be so much fun!?  It is interesting to see the different people and the locals, and to see how things are here, even though I grew up near the Rockies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are beautiful mountains and this is a nice area.  It isn't as commercialized as Banff or Jasper.  At least Big Sky isn't; we will see about Yellowstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I had remembered to bring my USB cord for my new digital camera, I could have uploaded pictures with this blog.  Oh, well, later, I suppose.  Probably when I get around to doing the house pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favourite place to visit in the mountains?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111973186584922877?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111973186584922877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111973186584922877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111973186584922877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111973186584922877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-moutains-and-im-in-heaven.html' title='I&apos;m in the Moutains -- and I&apos;m in Heaven'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111767235313078892</id><published>2005-06-01T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:32:33.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOXES BOXES EVERYWHERE</title><content type='html'>Help...I'm drowning in boxes...no, really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it feels good to know that it's allllllll mine! (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna hang a picture, I will.  It feels great!&lt;br /&gt;I should probably start to unpack the boxes...&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe I will enjoy a bath in my soaker tub first!&lt;br /&gt;Nah...I should really start to unpack...&lt;br /&gt;You would be surprised how much stuff you use in one day that&lt;br /&gt;you take for granted when it isn't pack in a box, which is probably&lt;br /&gt;under the other 50 boxes in the living room!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111767235313078892?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111767235313078892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111767235313078892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111767235313078892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111767235313078892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/06/boxes-boxes-everywhere.html' title='BOXES BOXES EVERYWHERE'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111715939130780064</id><published>2005-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:03:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SA</title><content type='html'>I think I need to belong to Shop-a-holics Anonymous.  I love to Shop.  Even if it is only window shopping...I am addicted...seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111715939130780064?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111715939130780064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111715939130780064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111715939130780064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111715939130780064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/05/sa.html' title='SA'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111687137243252718</id><published>2005-05-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:07:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of our house coming soon!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got some pictures of our house.  We move in a week from tomorrow -- I am not ready. We are packing today, thank goodness it is a holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111687137243252718?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111687137243252718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111687137243252718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111687137243252718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111687137243252718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/05/pictures-of-our-house-coming-soon.html' title='Pictures of our house coming soon!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111659843462416180</id><published>2005-05-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:13:54.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a whole year older today!  The big 2-4!  Funny...I don't feel any older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I learned in the last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cat barf is gross&lt;br /&gt;*Cat pee is stinky&lt;br /&gt;*Kittens are fun&lt;br /&gt;*My husband will make a much better psychologist than doctor (just look at his grades)&lt;br /&gt;*Flooded basements stink&lt;br /&gt;*Three flights of stairs up to my apartment is brutal when I'm not used to it&lt;br /&gt;*Replacing the engine of your car you only got a few months earlier is painful&lt;br /&gt;*Replacing all of the tires on the car that you only got a few months earlier sucks&lt;br /&gt;*Sportscars are fun...but expensive (and I miss mine...I didn't have to replace the engine or the tires)&lt;br /&gt;*Lions aren't the only kitties with manes -- Squishie has one...I swear&lt;br /&gt;*Watching your friends have their first baby makes you want one too&lt;br /&gt;*Watching your friends' baby cry...makes you glad you don't have one yet...almost&lt;br /&gt;*Holding your friends' baby when he is asleep...makes you want to hold him just a little longer&lt;br /&gt;*Going to weddings of people you used to babysit makes you feel REALLY old&lt;br /&gt;*24 years later...I am still terrified of Clowns&lt;br /&gt;***THE NUMBER ONE THING I LEARNED THIS YEAR***&lt;br /&gt;*When you are swimming in an indoor pool in the middle of winter and you see a green leaf in it -RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN -- it is probably barf from a kid that had taco salad...again! (Ask me...I can tell you the whole story)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111659843462416180?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111659843462416180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111659843462416180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111659843462416180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111659843462416180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111645589130609676</id><published>2005-05-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:38:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you think you know someone...you don't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111645589130609676?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111645589130609676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111645589130609676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111645589130609676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111645589130609676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/05/people.html' title='People...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111538839079378871</id><published>2005-05-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:08:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of home ownership and we haven't even taken possession!</title><content type='html'>Ooops, I haven't written for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house thing can take over one's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much is new here, but buying a house is a lot of work. We signed the final mortgage documents yesterday, and then they will go to the lawyer's, and then we go to the lawyer's office to sign -- I'm glad someone out there knows what they are doing. We are just following orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we want a pot rack in our kitchen, simply because we don't have a ton of room with cupboards in the kitchen. Do you think they exist? Not at IKEA, Home Depot, Rona, Home Outfitters -- oh, wait, Home Depot had one for -- are you sitting down? AHEM -- $750??????????? That is outrageous -- but I'm pretty sure it came with a full-time butler.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pot racks are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to look at furniture yesterday, like, a living room couch set ... Brian and I couldn't agree on what colour the carpet was in the living room. I thought it was slate grey with purple -- he thought it was a grey-blue. Either way -- this is the only time I'm going to say that my husband was right on a decorating issue -- it is a dark grey/blue. I can't believe he was right on this one. Now I have to eat my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now -- let me know if you know of a good place to get a pot rack for MUCH less than $750!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111538839079378871?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111538839079378871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111538839079378871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111538839079378871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111538839079378871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/05/joys-of-home-ownership-and-we-havent.html' title='The joys of home ownership and we haven&apos;t even taken possession!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111446598801883998</id><published>2005-04-25T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T14:53:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeownership -- BRING IT ON!</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right -- we bought a house!  It is officially ours.  Financing and all is done!  It is a great place, just perfect for us.  We take possession the 31st -- that's only 36 days away -- wow...can I pack in that short of time?  We shall see -- I will post pictures as soon as I have them.  If you have any horror stories of homeownership -- please share! LOL -- something ... er... um...look forward to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111446598801883998?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111446598801883998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111446598801883998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111446598801883998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111446598801883998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/homeownership-bring-it-on.html' title='Homeownership -- BRING IT ON!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111401400174481931</id><published>2005-04-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:20:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it ever seem like you are living life, but somehow your life is being lived without you?</title><content type='html'>I guess that since I actually have a few hours to myself today that I am thinking -- sheesh, it is Wednesday already?  What happened to the beginning of the week?  I need to slow down and breathe.  I am going through the motions of life without really living life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too busy.  That's just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to do anything and everything even offered in my general direction.  I love my job(s) but love life more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resolving today to enjoy me more.  Enjoy my hubby more.  And Enjoy life more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;By the way -- I have worked out since I resolved to!  :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111401400174481931?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111401400174481931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111401400174481931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111401400174481931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111401400174481931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-it-ever-seem-like-you-are-living.html' title='Does it ever seem like you are living life, but somehow your life is being lived without you?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111371258850408041</id><published>2005-04-16T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:36:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close...but just not lucky!</title><content type='html'>Well, we didn't get the house :(  We are really sad, but we are going to look at a WHOLE bunch more.  Even one in the same complex as the one we wanted ... we will get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111371258850408041?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111371258850408041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111371258850408041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111371258850408041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111371258850408041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-closebut-just-not-lucky.html' title='So close...but just not lucky!'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111366149720457090</id><published>2005-04-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T07:26:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A house -- and it could be ours?????</title><content type='html'>Well, I have worked out twice this week, and I plan on going today! We did the before pictures on Thursday -- I am motivated!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the big exciting news today -- we found a house -- well, okay, so it's a townhouse -- but it could be ours! WE LOVE IT! There is nothing we would have to change in it -- it feels like a home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see it --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?PropertyID=3499255"&gt;http://www.mls.ca/PropertyDetails.aspx?PropertyID=3499255&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures on there don't do it justice -- it is SO nicely renovated. And, the big seller for us -- NO CONDO FEES! It is in Midnapore, which is farther south than we would have wanted -- but it is fabulous! And the basement is finished, BUT it is just a big open room, so HELLO studio! For those that didn't know, I'm a photographer &lt;a href="http://www.devynnbohnphotography.com"&gt;www.devynnbohnphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, click on the link and let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111366149720457090?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111366149720457090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111366149720457090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111366149720457090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111366149720457090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/house-and-it-could-be-ours.html' title='A house -- and it could be ours?????'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111340292028601632</id><published>2005-04-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T07:35:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbs, Cheese, and Dips -- what more could a girl want?</title><content type='html'>A bunch of girlfriends and I were out for our monthly gathering at Moxies (or sometimes Cheesecake Cafe) and we got talking about working out and all that fun stuff (while we ate carb loaded, cheese loaded appetizers :) )Two of my friends live by the Talisman and are going to go there, and then one of the girls and I got talking, and we have a gym membership at the same gym that we both don't really use -- HELLO!  I finally found a workout buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us decided to go all out on this and we are doing before and after pictures -- WHICH WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.  And we are going to check in at our monthly gatherings with each other.  It will be fun!  We range in sizes and weights and goals, so it will be great to see the end results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being not-so-skinny.  I hate not fitting into my cute clothes that I have from when I was first married.  I hate it!  I hate it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my own fault, I recognize that.  (Isn't that the first step in something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have resolved that I am going to be skinny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like working out, when I didn't feel my butt jiggle.  (Only Jell-o should jiggle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like working out when I could wear cuter clothes to the gym -- no one wants to see me in those now -- ewww (back to the Jell-o thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I was mean I would put my before picture up -- HA HA HA HA HA HA I don't have the guts to do that.  And, then my site would become R-rated.  And that would be just plain mean to make people look at that.  Also, I want people to look at my blog, not cry with a scary picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have resolved to do this. I will keep you updated on the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111340292028601632?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111340292028601632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111340292028601632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111340292028601632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111340292028601632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/carbs-cheese-and-dips-what-more-could.html' title='Carbs, Cheese, and Dips -- what more could a girl want?'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111323827631337991</id><published>2005-04-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:51:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am only asking for today to be 34 hours long.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have days where you calculate the number of hours it will take you to do the things you HAVE to do that day, and the number of hours in the day, and you end up in the hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hours and hours of transcription work to do today, which I am not the least motivated to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  a few hours of captioning to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on church stuff for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my house is a disaster.  I think overnight a tornado went through my house and destroyed it.  I don't know how it gets so messy so fast.  I swear I clean my house.  It seems like I am cleaning alllll day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better stop blogging and get working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about this self-employed stuff LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: WORK&lt;br /&gt;Next note to self: DO MORE WORK&lt;br /&gt;Another note to self: DON'T YOU DARE GO DOWNSTAIRS, THE BED WILL SUCK YOU IN AND THERE YOU WILL STAY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY AND WAKE UP THIS AFTERNOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.  I hate working today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111323827631337991?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111323827631337991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111323827631337991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111323827631337991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111323827631337991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-only-asking-for-today-to-be-34.html' title='I am only asking for today to be 34 hours long.'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111297167990996937</id><published>2005-04-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:49:19.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring topic on Government and Money...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here is a boring topic, but it is something I have hated since it came into practice in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G S T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is really just a game the government is playing, by teasing me into thinking I have all this extra money, and then I have to file my GST return and wham -- next minute, I'm poor. I have to file my GST quarterly and it about kills me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to take the time to collect it and then make my way to my bank to pay it, which, by the way, costs me money because I have self-directed/internet banking only, so when I go into the branch it costs me money. I growl at the bank for that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I know I shouldn't complain that much, since I love my job and I love only working a few days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...I hate GST.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate GST?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111297167990996937?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111297167990996937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111297167990996937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111297167990996937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111297167990996937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/boring-topic-on-government-and-money.html' title='A boring topic on Government and Money...'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111284209062349634</id><published>2005-04-06T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:51:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/240/5013/320/Kitty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/240/5013/400/Kitty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Inde, our kitty.  He was only seven weeks old in this picture and he is MUCH bigger now.  We have another cat, Squishie, but I will put up pictures of her later.  I just love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;Inde &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111284209062349634?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111284209062349634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111284209062349634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111284209062349634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111284209062349634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-inde-our-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11978901.post-111283095768945858</id><published>2005-04-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:01:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity Blog Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7334/993/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;My mom always said I should write a book entitled "A Day in the Life of a Blonde." So here I am. Okay, so it isn't a book -- but it's as close as it will be for now. I figured that I enjoy reading blogs and I thought it would be fun to write one. I will try to do this every day, and at the least every other day. I have always enjoyed creative writing -- so here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11978901-111283095768945858?l=adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/feeds/111283095768945858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11978901&amp;postID=111283095768945858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111283095768945858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11978901/posts/default/111283095768945858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofablonde.blogspot.com/2005/04/bloggity-blog-blog.html' title='Bloggity Blog Blog'/><author><name>Devynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
