<?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-4304515276578231768</id><updated>2011-09-03T03:35:04.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Last Words...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-4121157319257923880</id><published>2010-11-24T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:35:24.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Thankful List</title><content type='html'>**In no particular order**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peppermint Mocha coffee creamer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543166764430671106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1IzaSkPQI/AAAAAAAAAps/eZgdy5xJgOY/s320/CM_PeppermintMocha.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Happy, healthy Chloe Annabelle Krackenberger &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543166975513276914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1I_solMfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/rg1k7zZZwUE/s320/chloe%2Bladybug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;My job &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543168652194236594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1KhSweSLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Sw9J5LTwAP8/s320/pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;My mom..... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543170515370233458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1MNvoPznI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OZksxCwXd5k/s320/me%2Band%2Bmom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;and my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543182472016798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1XFtm7oXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BXW9XFVzsks/s320/meanddad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brothers and sister...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543171296584075954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1M7N4JCrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/M0biakH3kn4/s320/aunts%2B%2526%2Buncles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and, of course, my BIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543171847449175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1NbSAnY_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/GyXETxkE9Vk/s320/mommy%2B%2526%2Bdaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ava&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543176782713383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1R6jTS6eI/AAAAAAAAAqs/78pV64muMVg/s320/Picture%2B030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Mama and Papa - and Nena - got to meet their great-grandbaby (even if they did forget how to hold a baby) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543178075463617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1TFzK-DWI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2cKw9YY5huY/s320/mama%2Bpapa%2Bchloe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543178562268843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1TiIqYTUI/AAAAAAAAArE/WPYgHDkbYG8/s320/nena%2Bchloe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New HUGE computer monitor at work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health insurance &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great friends and fun times with them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543180674673668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1VdF-78aI/AAAAAAAAArs/xetxGzCNye4/s320/sara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543180565502973026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1VWvSnVGI/AAAAAAAAArk/DiwhJAh1-5g/s320/jo%2Bjennifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543180430460001026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1VO4N3GwI/AAAAAAAAArc/D9CRz3Sf3dg/s320/hannah%2Bme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543180378843434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1VL37gzSI/AAAAAAAAArU/jRjynfTCiUM/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543180280460412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1VGJbLCEI/AAAAAAAAArM/zv2SVGNxWT0/s320/cory%2Bme.bmp" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Leggings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house (even with the snakes) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543184064896589410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1YibjEXmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/GybG0InD7O8/s320/Picture%2B086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great new church and small group &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543184543017506226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1Y-Qr-lbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P9qyqEbddqw/s320/small%2Bgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Pho noodle soup &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office Supplies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharpie Markers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My health and the health of my family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cowboy boots &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dressing area in my room &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543185754043744290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1aEwHIgCI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3RHcMw5Tj7M/s320/Picture%2B090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magnified mirrors &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sticky Notes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;…and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**What are you thankful for??**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-4121157319257923880?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/4121157319257923880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=4121157319257923880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4121157319257923880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4121157319257923880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010-thankful-list.html' title='2010 Thankful List'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TO1IzaSkPQI/AAAAAAAAAps/eZgdy5xJgOY/s72-c/CM_PeppermintMocha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-1163236348137223392</id><published>2010-10-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:30:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces are Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we met 10 weeks ago. You missed my birthday, but you’re the best belated birthday gift I’ve ever received! We have waited for you, prayed for you, laughed about you, poked you, pinched you, squeezed you, zerberted you, and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;praised God for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are absolutely the most beautiful and luckiest little girl in the world. Your mommy and daddy prayed for you, are blessed by you, and love you more than you will ever know. You are my niece and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love yo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TL8zEKT7QtI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8mYX0yqBLOo/s1600/mommy+&amp;amp;+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more than life already. I cannot wait to watch you grow and learn and become the amazing woman God has put you on this earth to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wishes for you are these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you will &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love the Lord your God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all of your heart, mind, and soul and realize that it is only through Him that your wildest dreams are possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you know how much &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you have great friends – a close-knit support group for you to laugh with, cry with, rejoice with, and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get in trouble with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you never let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you grow a quiet, strong, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and independent spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you love to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and continue to do so as long as you live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to your parents…they do know what they’re talking about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you make mistakes…..and learn from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you find what makes you happy and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you find a husband one day who will love you the best way you can be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texas Tech University&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That, if you do not go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you root for them on game day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you always find time, as you grow up, to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come and visit me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (I’ll buy you &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; you want!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you’ll continue to be the little fashionista you already are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, finally, that you'll be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;true to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...in everything you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long list, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CoCo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One that I hope you fulfill. One that will be added to as you live and grow, but take your time growing…you’ll have plenty of time to be a grown-up. Know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’m &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Aunt Sissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530195491539963730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TL8zf9O0z1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/9CaAY3SQTI8/s320/awesome+auntie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TL8zSqfw4oI/AAAAAAAAAms/1RBwH6TX0tM/s1600/awesome+auntie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-1163236348137223392?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/1163236348137223392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=1163236348137223392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1163236348137223392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1163236348137223392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/10/nieces-are-awesome.html' title='Nieces are Awesome'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TL8zf9O0z1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/9CaAY3SQTI8/s72-c/awesome+auntie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8026740910972456796</id><published>2010-07-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:26:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>March through June = one giant blur. It's like I floated through those 4 months. Where did they go?! Lots has happened - new job is fab, I've moved, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is getting presents tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;*She still hasn't kicked me, though...whah whah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TDayOLUwalI/AAAAAAAAAl4/H4mKYuIylZM/s1600/34232_834452438628_16700861_45595848_2136054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772752252660306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TDayOLUwalI/AAAAAAAAAl4/H4mKYuIylZM/s320/34232_834452438628_16700861_45595848_2136054_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update and pics coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=45595950&amp;amp;id=16700861"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=45595950&amp;amp;id=16700861"&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/4304515276578231768-8026740910972456796?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8026740910972456796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8026740910972456796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8026740910972456796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8026740910972456796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/TDayOLUwalI/AAAAAAAAAl4/H4mKYuIylZM/s72-c/34232_834452438628_16700861_45595848_2136054_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8273178410601926950</id><published>2010-03-05T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:51:32.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Kind of Friday</title><content type='html'>Nick sent me flowers today. More on Nick later, but these are fabulous and just what I needed to end the week on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Nick!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445267774284552418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5F6MMEc2OI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PLMsyJJc0GA/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The card says, "Hope you're having a great day!". Well, now I am!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445270241584893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5F8bzesTHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AW5n6sbhJ3Y/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445270377113787634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5F8jsXTHPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Oz26e0UpAqg/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8273178410601926950?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8273178410601926950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8273178410601926950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8273178410601926950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8273178410601926950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-kind-of-friday.html' title='Best Kind of Friday'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5F6MMEc2OI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PLMsyJJc0GA/s72-c/Picture+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-3899887372777281092</id><published>2010-03-05T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:03:32.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Protocol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) When you can't get answers from a so-called "expert", it is perfectly acceptable to make up your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) When there's a trip to Mexico being planned, it is mandatory to buy a romper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) When your friend calls and says she has free tickets to the Dallas Arts District Wine Stroll for this evening, always march in and tell your boss you will be leaving at 4:00 and spend the balance of the afternoon mapping out whose wine you'll sample first and the best route to make sure you make it to the Dallas Museum of Art, the Nasher Sculpture Center, the Meyerson, and the new AT&amp;amp;T Arts Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Finally, if you absolutely MUST put your breast pump nipple steam bag cleaner thing in the microwave in the break room, just wait for it to get done. Otherwise, some unsuspecting associate of yours will, undoubtedly, unwittingly remove said bag to warm up her coffee from this morning and proceed to spill said coffee when she realizes what it is she just removed from the microwave. *sick* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445258002837366946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5FxTal5aKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_-H7R9KLSnU/s320/nye+sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi Sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-3899887372777281092?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/3899887372777281092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=3899887372777281092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3899887372777281092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3899887372777281092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/03/proper-protocol.html' title='Proper Protocol'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S5FxTal5aKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_-H7R9KLSnU/s72-c/nye+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-1428903961687541294</id><published>2010-02-22T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:53:37.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like It's 1929</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was my friend, Jo's 29th birthday party. It was '20s themed with The Great Gatsby in the background, '20s themed food (including pineapple upside down cake..yum) and a prohibition bar...fully stocked, of course :). I wore a flapper dress, broke out the fishnet stockings, and donned a feather headpiece. Quite fabulous, if I do say so myself. Happy birthday, my fabu friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Phaedra, Elliot &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L6vT1rpYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gn4_wEeNIJY/s1600-h/Jo+Party+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441186990503208322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L6vT1rpYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gn4_wEeNIJY/s320/Jo+Party+2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Lauren (her dress &amp;amp; hat were true '20s vintage) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187049417339890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L6yvT58_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rp-Ww2fEA9A/s320/Jo+Party+3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187160560273810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L65NWciZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/NKBUzjRJgL0/s320/Jo+Party+4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what I was so focused on, but you can see my sequin / feather headpiece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187252881026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L6-lRbbXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lkL6-xiWH_k/s320/Jo+Party+5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and one to leave you with :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441187305471177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L7BpL5clI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Vu4EgX3SmSs/s320/Jo+Party+1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-1428903961687541294?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/1428903961687541294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=1428903961687541294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1428903961687541294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1428903961687541294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/02/party-like-its-1929.html' title='Party Like It&apos;s 1929'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S4L6vT1rpYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gn4_wEeNIJY/s72-c/Jo+Party+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-1296812928735279575</id><published>2010-02-12T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:19:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days Are a Total Waste of Make Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took me a good 20 minutes to back out of my parking space this morning. Snow cramps my style. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I flinch and close my eyes when the car in front of me splashes water or chunks of slushy snow on my windshield as if it’s going to smack me right in the face. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, when a little black Ford Fusion driven by a blonde girl texting on her iPhone cuts you off and you have to slam on your breaks and the snow from the roof of your car falls onto your windshield and blocks the entire thing and you have to stop your car in the middle of MacArthur Blvd, during lunch hour, and get out and scrape it off, the danger of that slush actually making contact with your face is VERY real. Take my word for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contradiction : When a Taho is barreling toward my back end at lightening speed, I yell “Get off my a**…this is TEXAS. We don’t know how to drive in this crap!!” On the other hand, I yell “Oh My GAAAWWWW!!!! MOOOOOOVVVEEEEE!” to the car driving 10 mph in front of me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a lovely conversation with a lady at the post office regarding my sequined Converse sneakers. She asked if I had made them as an art project. Lady, I’m incapable of cutting paper in a straight line. I would have slit my wrists before I sat down and stitched sequins on not one, but two size 8 sneakers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to buy stamps. The only ones available for purchase at the post office had a picture of 2 gold wedding bands tied together on a white satin ribbon. GAG. Thanks, but I’ll wait until you’re back in stock on the Bart Simpson ones.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ordered a flapper dress online. That’s right…I’ll be donning a black and gold fringed frock for a ‘20s themed birthday party next weekend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s annual review time here in the land of arts and crafts. I spend 2 days cataloging all of my awesome accomplishments from the fiscal year 2009 and quantifying contributions to a multi-million dollar business only to look forward to having someone tell me what I need to work on. *sigh* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I figured out why I’m fat. When you throw away a McDonalds cup in the trash can while waiting in the drive through line at Chic-fil-a, there might be a problem. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw an African American woman driving a PT Cruiser with an African American antenna head on it. The head had on a ‘do rag and sunglasses. I wonder if she has any white friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A tree broke from the weight of the snow last night. It was right outside my window. A woman screamed. I laughed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That’s all. Happy Friday. Go to Michaels and have something framed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-1296812928735279575?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/1296812928735279575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=1296812928735279575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1296812928735279575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/1296812928735279575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-days-are-total-waste-of-make-up.html' title='Some Days Are a Total Waste of Make Up'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-7846436457107055903</id><published>2010-02-12T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:14:43.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava's First Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S3WojAeAOsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OdytHGQUWRg/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437437444494473922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S3WojAeAOsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OdytHGQUWRg/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl had her first experience with this white, fluffy, cold stuff last night. Did she : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) Sniff, a little curious, but generally enjoying herself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) Hop through it like a cute little rabbit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C) Run with her nose down to the ground and throwing snow up and catching it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D) Stand there and look at me like I was punishing her, growl when I tried to grab her interest by throwing snow in her face, run through my legs, and pee in the breezeway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, you guessed it. She was mad at me for the better part of the night. She HATED the snow. I can't imagine where her diva complex comes from!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-7846436457107055903?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/7846436457107055903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=7846436457107055903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7846436457107055903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7846436457107055903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/02/avas-first-snow-day.html' title='Ava&apos;s First Snow Day'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S3WojAeAOsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OdytHGQUWRg/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-7013252387541475111</id><published>2010-01-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:55:35.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fabulous!!</title><content type='html'>This thing looks beautiful! The picture doesn't even do it justice!! Long way from under my bed, still in the FedEx envelope it was mailed in!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431185618738933202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S19yi2ok7dI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2Sg_uHIeJmk/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little detail shot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431185774981764146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S19yr8rxVDI/AAAAAAAAAig/zQWaIwkw0R4/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-7013252387541475111?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/7013252387541475111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=7013252387541475111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7013252387541475111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7013252387541475111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-fabulous.html' title='It&apos;s Fabulous!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/S19yi2ok7dI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2Sg_uHIeJmk/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-160965594705185363</id><published>2010-01-21T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:40:31.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>I have gray hair. I can't even find them all to pull them out anymore. It shows, no matter where my hair is parted. It's impossible to hide anymore. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to budget in hair coloring once a month. I'm not ready to be seen as "that lady" instead of "that girl". I already feel a little weird thinking "those kids", Tim Teebow and Graham Harrell are cute.&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm a real grown up?&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I spilled coffee creamer (hazelnut) on my finger this morning. I gagged. The maintenance man laughed at me. It wasn't funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-160965594705185363?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/160965594705185363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=160965594705185363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/160965594705185363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/160965594705185363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2879403696118421477</id><published>2009-12-22T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:08:54.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love About My New Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a new job (for those of you who don't know). I'm working for a company that my company owns, doing Business Development. Well, a week into my new role, my new boss quit. I'm flying solo, but finding it a lot more challenging - which is exactly what I needed!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's just a short list of things I'm liking...so far : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hazlenut creamer for coffee in the break room &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cute new coffee mug from Anthropologie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;HUGE desk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "other" boss is awesome &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mistakes are viewed as "Lessons Learned" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great collaborative team &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People laugh, smile, and go out to lunch &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People leave at 5:00 pm (actually 4:59, but I'm not the clock police) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;........and the best perk yet???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little guy is getting a make over : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418154608154728690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SzEm6NU1WPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/04pVLT7P0N8/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2879403696118421477?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2879403696118421477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2879403696118421477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2879403696118421477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2879403696118421477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-love-about-my-new-gig.html' title='Things I Love About My New Gig'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SzEm6NU1WPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/04pVLT7P0N8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-4043812599575826275</id><published>2009-12-04T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:50:30.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SxmgJuHlvBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HRCDTihBXTU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411532516121492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SxmgJuHlvBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HRCDTihBXTU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't be making a live appearance this year due to a long...i mean awesome...trip to Alabama. *Love you, Sissy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it will have to suffice to put it up electronically. So.....happy decorating! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-4043812599575826275?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/4043812599575826275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=4043812599575826275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4043812599575826275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4043812599575826275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SxmgJuHlvBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HRCDTihBXTU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2498593715062689645</id><published>2009-11-20T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:08:17.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Us Your Life.....PETS</title><content type='html'>Kelly, over at &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's Korner&lt;/a&gt;, does a series every Friday called "Show Us Your Life". Since I don't have a house, a husband, kids, or really awesome fall decorations, I haven't been able to participate........until now. It's "Show Us Your Pets" and I just so happen to have a little Shih Tzu named Ava. I know the suspense is killing you...So, without further adieu, I give you AVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little princess came to me when she was 12 weeks old...4 pounds of fluff, a lazy eye, and an underbite. The vet wanted to put braces on her, but I decided, if I survived without them, so could she. Her eyes have straightened out, so she doesn't look in 2 different directions anymore. I'm a little obsessed, but what "mommy" isn't??? She's my girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221746489398594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SwbCCPh-FUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/L3dN-wqPpvY/s320/11-17-2007-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves going to Doggie Day Care and her "teachers" love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221961436971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SwbCOwRdwzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DbjX8U_zuag/s320/11-17-2007-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her favorite accessories are hair bows and her Coach collar. She even has a Juicy Couture charm and a blinged Hello Kitty charm to hang from it on special occasions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406223203892324514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SwbDXEx56KI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ZlH-I8WgZAg/s320/11-17-2007-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I live in her house, I sleep in her bed, I eat from her fridge, and I sit on her sofa. It's okay because she's my little pumpkin...my 9.5 pounds of love...my snotting-spitting-lazy-snuggly-turd-bucket and I wouldn't trade her for the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2498593715062689645?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2498593715062689645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2498593715062689645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2498593715062689645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2498593715062689645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/11/show-us-your-lifepets.html' title='Show Us Your Life.....PETS'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SwbCCPh-FUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/L3dN-wqPpvY/s72-c/11-17-2007-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-323313316558800826</id><published>2009-10-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:07:26.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years!!</title><content type='html'>Quite enough said....&lt;br /&gt;The reunion was too much fun! Some people look exactly the same...some people were unrecognizable. I just got a few pics and mostly of the same people, but I'll share. Here's to another 10!!&lt;br /&gt;The group that's been intact since the nineties all joined up and went together to both nights of the reunion. Friday was at the Hotel Palomar and Saturday at the City Club downtown (the green building).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having dinner before drinks at the Hotel Palomar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva, KC, me, Dan, Stephanie (Dan's fiance)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397310015270345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucY3NrY2VI/AAAAAAAAAfo/We1K8fNmAQA/s320/7524_320349975380_556585380_9544212_5236951_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hotel Palomar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andy, Alex, Ashley, Ty, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYUVzq1yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/u8DeEldGG5k/s1600-h/7524_320350075380_556585380_9544218_4813583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309416157140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYUVzq1yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/u8DeEldGG5k/s320/7524_320350075380_556585380_9544218_4813583_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night...Dallas City Club &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan, KC, Me (I've known these kids since Jr High!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYP8tPLlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/c2aY6hOo3HU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309340699799122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYP8tPLlI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/c2aY6hOo3HU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad she made it all the way from CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYHQVnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tQD0Z_FJxz0/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309191350600530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucYHQVnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tQD0Z_FJxz0/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Mark and me (and Kristen snuck in the back:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucX_m7a9gI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0HkHVYPytZc/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309059975804418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucX_m7a9gI/AAAAAAAAAfA/0HkHVYPytZc/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper...JM, me, Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucX4yFOrEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/a5cN3AxDX3E/s1600-h/7524_320351640380_556585380_9544317_5770725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397308942710647874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucX4yFOrEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/a5cN3AxDX3E/s320/7524_320351640380_556585380_9544317_5770725_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC and me. (my Jr. year Homecoming date!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXl_M5pFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/X__oJlp1fFs/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397308619814970450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXl_M5pFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/X__oJlp1fFs/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JM, KC, Ty, Peter (sitting). Nice cardigan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXe-4v_zI/AAAAAAAAAeg/wl9vG5iq7Is/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397308499471367986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXe-4v_zI/AAAAAAAAAeg/wl9vG5iq7Is/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another group shot... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter, KC, Kristen, me, Tiffany, JM, Ty, Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXVmxj6DI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7itgnDwHGmY/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397308338379941938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucXVmxj6DI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7itgnDwHGmY/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-323313316558800826?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/323313316558800826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=323313316558800826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/323313316558800826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/323313316558800826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-years.html' title='10 Years!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SucY3NrY2VI/AAAAAAAAAfo/We1K8fNmAQA/s72-c/7524_320349975380_556585380_9544212_5236951_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-3042146951133032093</id><published>2009-10-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:56:14.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck 'Em Tech</title><content type='html'>Texas A&amp;amp;M hasn’t won at Texas Tech since 1993, or about a year before Aggies pass rusher Von Miller started kindergarten. Brent Zwerneman takes an 21 Tech (5-2, 2-1 Big 12) has owned A.elementary glance back at how No.&amp;amp;M (3-3, 0-2) on the South Plains, with the teams set to mix it up again 6 p.m. Saturday in Lubbock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Tech 14, A&amp;amp;M 7: Linebacker Zach Thomas shook off Corey Pullig interception for a touchdown with8a 103-degree fever to return a  30 seconds remaining in the Red Raiders’ victory. Tech snapped a 29-game Southwest Conference unbeaten streak by the No. 8 Aggies and wiped out their chances of a national title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Tech 16, A&amp;amp;M: 13: Tony Rogers knocked a 47-yard field goal off the left upright with 19 seconds remaining to ice the Red Raiders’ victory over No. 20 A&amp;amp;M. “We had a tough stretch in October,” Aggies coach R.C. Slocum said afterward. “It will be a real challenge to see if we can come back.” A&amp;amp;M rebounded to win its next four and the Big 12 South title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Tech 21, A&amp;amp;M 19: Sammy Morris ran for 170 yards against the nation’s No. 1 rush defense to lead Tech to an upset of No. 5 A&amp;amp;M — again squashing the Aggies’ national title hopes. A&amp;amp;M’s offense failed to score a TD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Tech 12, A&amp;amp;M 0: Tech fans shoved a goal post into the A&amp;amp;M fan section following the Red Raiders’ shutout victory, touching off a brief melee in which Gov. Rick Perry’s chief of staff, Mike McKinney, was bloodied by another Aggies fan in the confusion. McKinney, father of Aggies center Seth McKinney and now A&amp;amp;M chancellor, said afterward, “It was like the Alamo. They were coming up over the walls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Tech 59, A&amp;amp;M 28: B.J. Symons threw a Big 12 record eight touchdowns in the Red Raiders’ rout. “This being my only time I’ve stepped on the field against A&amp;amp;M,” the senior Symons said, “I think I made up for lost time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Tech 56, A&amp;amp;M 17: A frustrated A&amp;amp;M defensive tackle Bryce Reed wadded up the tape from his wrists and fired it at a Tech fan afterward — meaning an Aggie had finally hit his target. Tech led only 14-10 at halftime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Tech 35, A&amp;amp;M 7: A&amp;amp;M fullback Jorvorskie Lane guaranteed a victory. He was more than four touchdowns off in the Red Raiders’ triumph. Tech’s Mike Crabtree collected 170 receiving yards, as the Red Raiders won their third consecutive blowout over the staggered Aggies in Lubbock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it again, Tech!!! Wreck 'Em!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-3042146951133032093?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/3042146951133032093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=3042146951133032093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3042146951133032093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3042146951133032093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/10/wreck-em-tech.html' title='Wreck &apos;Em Tech'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-7487995471779116497</id><published>2009-10-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:24:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry-Land</title><content type='html'>I've been 3 times for 3 different events and I've yet to blog about any of them! So, here goes nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Pre-Season Cowboys game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember who they played (it was that long ago), but it was only the 2nd game ever played in the new stadium. All the bathrooms were still nice and clean!! I went with my friend, Hollie and we had so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures of us sucked (Sorry, Hollie), so I'll leave you with the view from our seats...note, these have NOT been zoomed in!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392572667944126162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZERTpKRtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vht06uPLsH8/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392572772177646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZEXX8XlEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GBF678IUtbk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) A&amp;amp;M vs. Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was UGLY!! I was an honorary Aggie for the day...don't tell the Raiders! I had gotten tickets and since I'm not an Aggie, but I know lots of them, I invited a few of my peeps to go enjoy the festivities. Their lapse in judgement when choosing a college has been forgiven. At least they loved the stadium...like kids at a theme park!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we learned there's no "easy way" to "cut through the stadium" to go from one end zone to another (our adventures include various security breeches, being locked in a stairwell, and more escalator rides than we care to count!), we finally found some buddies to tailgate with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tailgaiting : &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392574185423463218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZFposbYzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/E3kGUmqOIlg/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mary and Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392574309313408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZFw2OF7nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ncdTNdWPOuM/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Group : (L to R) Grant, Ty, Mary, Me, Jack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we finally made it to our seats!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392574626614374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZGDUQibrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RPL39Qf-axM/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mary, Me, Jack, Grant's nose, and Ty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392576658672190610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZH5mQ4BJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6mQH-DCpPEA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mary, Me, and Jack's lovely face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392574425557658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZF3nQ4a8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/3KXGAdXX7BI/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...and I think you know who these guys are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ash, I was trying to text you a pic of this, but I wasn't able to get a text out :(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) U2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concert was AWESOME!!! I saw it from a suite directly under the suite where Jason Whitten, Tony Romo, and Tiger Woods were watching! I got to go because my friend, Nick was inside the practice bubble when it collapsed last year (but not hurt, thank God), and Jerry gave anyone who was in there suite tickets to see U2. Not worth the horrible fear and pain of that day, but a generous offer by Jerry, I thought. The pictures I took didn't come out very clear, but cross your eyes and pretend to enjoy them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Bono gave a shout out to RICHARDSON!!! WOOT WOOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392577458781334866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZIoK5wrVI/AAAAAAAAAco/IsV0KtLYZLY/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just walked in....still setting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392579469216026866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZKdMWvkPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1riRLQw4gTg/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The SUITE!!!! Best mac &amp;amp; cheese in the world. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578148894025890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJQVxcqKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WHjzCKxeWKg/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nick and me before the show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392577639611886370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZIysjH6yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/v96R3C7jMFg/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578246294414210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJWAngo4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hGuburZGkfw/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bono is on the bottom center in the black with the microphone!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578355106923202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJcV-bwsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MMKS2R3sMus/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578514995820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJlpm6tuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OCx_RB0TLn0/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show's over :( Wave goodbye to U2 and ... the mass exodus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578636537303378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJsuYqkVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zFyZldIHVwk/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392578738520691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZJyqTZk_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/qCVNb9cIIRk/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jerome, our waiter. He was fabulous and let us wait out the crowd in our suite for an hour after the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still one more Cowboys game to go to...Nov. 1 with Sara. Can't wait!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick gets credit for all of my visits to the stadium. Nice trade for puppy sitting the best dog in the world (next to Ava, of course)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Peace***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-7487995471779116497?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/7487995471779116497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=7487995471779116497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7487995471779116497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7487995471779116497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/10/jerry-land.html' title='Jerry-Land'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/StZERTpKRtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vht06uPLsH8/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-4934198148725301125</id><published>2009-10-02T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:28:30.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me a Traitor.......</title><content type='html'>but I'm cheering on the Good Ole Texas Ags on Saturday at the new Cowboys Stadium. I can give a little "Whoop" for that!!&lt;br /&gt;TTU plays NM on Saturday night, so get those guns up!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out - Happy Weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-4934198148725301125?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/4934198148725301125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=4934198148725301125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4934198148725301125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4934198148725301125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/10/call-me-traitor.html' title='Call me a Traitor.......'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8401178987639335435</id><published>2009-10-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:18:12.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....this should be interesting....</title><content type='html'>6:30 am : Wake up, take Ava outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 am : Sitting at the vanity, listening to Kidd Kraddick, putting on make up, wondering what to wear today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:20 am : power goes out..........hhhmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 am : proceed to dress in the dark (my outfit is super cute today...not) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:45 am : Leave this girl at home...alone...in the dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387650309680764274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SsTHaWKLlXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/izI3sqCxh8I/s320/11-17-2007-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 am : Walk into office &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 am : Decide I need coffee and start the jaunt down the hall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:31 am : Spill coffee all over myself and the counter in front of my coworkers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 am : Phone call asking me to re-forecast some ad sales. (This may not seem like a big deal, but trust me, it is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:16 am : Just finished re-forecasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........This day is going to be AWESOME................ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8401178987639335435?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8401178987639335435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8401178987639335435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8401178987639335435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8401178987639335435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/10/wellthis-should-be-interesting.html' title='Well....this should be interesting....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SsTHaWKLlXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/izI3sqCxh8I/s72-c/11-17-2007-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2122242109446468984</id><published>2009-09-29T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:37:09.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...........</title><content type='html'>...........things just don't work out. Sometimes it's just not right. But, if you're lucky, you get a really awesome friend out of it. Now, that's a sweet deal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, E.L.F. is AWESOME!! Eyes, Lips, Face....this cosmetic company....most of their things are $1.00! That's right...$1.00!!! I used promotional code "savingself" and got free shipping. Beauty doesn't come free, but sometimes it can come cheap!&lt;br /&gt;*Check out their fun nail polish colors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2122242109446468984?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2122242109446468984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2122242109446468984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2122242109446468984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2122242109446468984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...........'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8167196748533388754</id><published>2009-09-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:08:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey - I'm talking to YOU</title><content type='html'>If you work in an office.....or anywhere, for that matter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BATHING IN YOUR PERFUME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can smell you coming all the way down the hall. Oh, and just FYI, it doesn't cover the smell of the cigarette you just had in the parking lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8167196748533388754?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8167196748533388754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8167196748533388754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8167196748533388754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8167196748533388754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-im-talking-to-you.html' title='Hey - I&apos;m talking to YOU'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-7675009827085798775</id><published>2009-07-24T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:35:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature VS. Nurture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...The apple doesn't fall far from the tree..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SmoMRxCsl_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/aOrqJcGYZww/s1600-h/JM+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362111805699954674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SmoMRxCsl_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/aOrqJcGYZww/s320/JM+Eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apple...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362112011731823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SmoMdwkha9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8DdFmHOOTVg/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....and again.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362112272797028770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SmoMs9HUUaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iJuHKvf1KFA/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ........................sigh............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-7675009827085798775?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/7675009827085798775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=7675009827085798775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7675009827085798775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7675009827085798775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/07/nature-vs-nurture.html' title='Nature VS. Nurture'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SmoMRxCsl_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/aOrqJcGYZww/s72-c/JM+Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2561123221584265015</id><published>2009-06-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:45:37.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omazing WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to post a video, but use this link for the biggest laugh / shock of your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.claymeyers.com/downloads/files/omazing-grace.wmv"&gt;www.claymeyers.com/downloads/files/omazing-grace.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Clearly, this guy's in a church, but I think he truly believes he's headlining his 2009 North American Tour. The t-shirts should be worn tucked in, as shown.&lt;br /&gt;***Do you think he got struck by lightning on his way back to the crack house, or do you think the ground just swallowed him up?&lt;br /&gt;***At what point does God say "thank you for the praise, son, but I really think you'd be better at the tambourines."?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, snap.....brutha got ssssooooouuuuullllll!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2561123221584265015?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2561123221584265015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2561123221584265015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2561123221584265015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2561123221584265015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/06/omazing-what.html' title='Omazing WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-7306231526448289788</id><published>2009-06-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:07:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm one of the lucky ones who has a BF who LOVES giving gifts and sending flowers. Last Friday, I got a delivery of the very best kind....the random thoughtful act. I got flowers at work! He's awesome! I got so caught up in the moment of feeling special and loved and explaining to my coworkers that, no, he's not in the "dog house", he's just the best BF ever, that I never would have thought my gift puny or insignificant. When he laid eyes on what he had sent me on Friday, I assume he jumped on the phone with the company (they shall remain nameless) who sent them to me and I got another one today!!! They're not much better looking (sorry, JM), but if they keep screwing up, maybe I'll get flowers every day for a long time.....here's hoping! Just kidding, but in all seriousness, I truly am grateful to be loved so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your reference, pictures : First, what the arrangement &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; look like, second, what today's delivery looks like (Friday's was pretty similar) and third (and fourth), the special one who loves ME...man, am I lucky or what?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342792321539187154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiVpTyIHIdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/td1bAB2UDdQ/s320/17353z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342792403821883410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiVpYkp1cBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iZASY3VdXWg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342792507024976818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiVpelHXq7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/lxD540YZWlo/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342793158993365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiVqEh4vyaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/B_DJc1lKVmo/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-7306231526448289788?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/7306231526448289788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=7306231526448289788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7306231526448289788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/7306231526448289788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-girl.html' title='Lucky Girl'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiVpTyIHIdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/td1bAB2UDdQ/s72-c/17353z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2967861870351758188</id><published>2009-05-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:28:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I've Seen it ALL!</title><content type='html'>Just an ordinary Friday, until I checked my mail box at the office where I found an invitation to ...wait for it.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;THE 6th ANNUAL AVON HERITAGE DUCT TAPE FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes are not deceiving you.....a duct tape festival. What is there to do in Avon, OH at the duct tape festival, you ask? Well, hold on to your britches...this is exciting!! The festival offers everything from carnival rides, games, and local vendors to live entertainment and duct tape crafting and art exhibits! The best part is....admission is FREE!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics from their website (yes, I logged on, but admit it, you'd be curious too)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341281096656067874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiAK26uxnSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Tgqt5h0hzM4/s320/parot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341281147282883506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiAK53VJg7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/V-M9TAl-kDY/s320/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341281029883274946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiAKzB-5psI/AAAAAAAAAYY/W6spHauEvOM/s320/flamingo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*All made from duct tape....there are some talented people up in Avon, OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I sign up?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I wonder if I'll get to meet the duck in person??? Where did my life go wrong that I'm not &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341280462167594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiAKR_E710I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kzSTESNizGY/s320/duct+tape+duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ducttapefestival.com/gallery_pages/17.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2967861870351758188?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2967861870351758188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2967861870351758188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2967861870351758188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2967861870351758188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-ive-seen-it-all.html' title='Now, I&apos;ve Seen it ALL!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SiAK26uxnSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Tgqt5h0hzM4/s72-c/parot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-3422727615220811491</id><published>2009-05-14T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:09:30.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I was just going through the folders of pictures I have on my computer and I like to see pictures when I blog stalk, so I've pulled a few random pics from the archives. Now doesn't that sound like fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Fendi and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335811682289362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgycdGc8pSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6Pne9BS5r5A/s320/MeandFendi.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random country concert at Billy Bob's last summer, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335811845774026338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgycmneupmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/I48hm04LS1k/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM, his friend Jodi and her husband, and Me in Ft Worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812320461947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgydCP1JgTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/J-jpeStU1Vs/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;JM and Me at a Rangers Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812488498307506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgydMB0I4bI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EhG6PHR1SOA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PaPa's 83rd birthday...whew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812643518984002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgydVDT8r0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/JeeqwDlK-k4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nena (MaMa's sister), PaPa, Mama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812804243095426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgydeaDj_4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9dTOYEr7p1k/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with my super cool, dancing queen, fabulous cousin, Mary Jesse. She's awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813132517537394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sgydxg-SdnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UOeyd34w4C8/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shout Out to Beaumont - - Sara, come back to see me soon!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813249934846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sgyd4WYwa1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/3rQ0V2PqjR4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My "other" sister. I think she's locked up in a loony bin somewhere..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813466867237714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyeE-heA1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/atjIpMxt4sI/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Father and brother of above sister.....showing off their Christmas long johns - complete with butt flap in the back...yikes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813724321724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyeT9nZugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GxL_UoHSBC4/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cash, Fendi, Ava, showing their sick, twisted Marshall humor. Ava was embarrassed to have her picture taken....I don't blame her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335813983445183586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyejC7P7GI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1vaYrw1BASw/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814213062767922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyewaUWNTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/AuO6mr-OCL4/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814418970147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sgye8ZYfeWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/VJMxtZXOn0Q/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Sissy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814696861056930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyfMkm2P6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/_SvYCMYejuI/s320/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sissy and BIL (Come see me soon!!!!!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814859735349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgyfWDXGuHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/YEqSJ_pTWKw/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JM and Me - Ft Worth (Wish I lived there) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335815437223386082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sgyf3qq-2-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/EWexjOLnTKM/s320/Ft+Worth+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now wasn't that fun? I keep finding these old, random pictures. I'm  sure there are more where these came from. Maybe I'll make this a regular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-3422727615220811491?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/3422727615220811491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=3422727615220811491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3422727615220811491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3422727615220811491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-nothin.html' title='I got nothin&apos;...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SgycdGc8pSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6Pne9BS5r5A/s72-c/MeandFendi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2048237167939960544</id><published>2009-04-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:56:24.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sd0rOZAbk2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/PcDGe9VTcUU/s1600-h/Daquari.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sd0q-wEc8EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_DuWJhRGVKs/s1600-h/Antigua_Beach.jpg"&gt;I wish I were here........ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322457592165625922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sd0q-wEc8EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_DuWJhRGVKs/s320/Antigua_Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......enjoying one of these..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322458067859312418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sd0racKqjyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9rkCzEHf3MM/s320/Daquari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2048237167939960544?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2048237167939960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2048237167939960544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2048237167939960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2048237167939960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/04/asking-too-much.html' title='Asking Too Much?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/Sd0q-wEc8EI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_DuWJhRGVKs/s72-c/Antigua_Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2307172289559734912</id><published>2009-03-02T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:59:03.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a Birthday Shout Out to my friend, Nick. Every year I think it's the third and miss it by a day. Let the record show that I remembered (with a little prompting) and aknowledged on the right day! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308635729823580274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SawQEeYUwHI/AAAAAAAAATU/yChEQSt2UhQ/s320/Cowboys+Party+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICK! Have a fabulous day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2307172289559734912?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2307172289559734912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2307172289559734912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2307172289559734912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2307172289559734912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/03/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SawQEeYUwHI/AAAAAAAAATU/yChEQSt2UhQ/s72-c/Cowboys+Party+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8239935198165127272</id><published>2009-02-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:02:36.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Got!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SZyhhhxUloI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hhCXNYkLiOE/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292058508596866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SZyhhhxUloI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hhCXNYkLiOE/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a "Secret Admirer"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, they came Friday...I'm just slow putting them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you......you know who you are.........I'm still enjoying them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8239935198165127272?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8239935198165127272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8239935198165127272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8239935198165127272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8239935198165127272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-what-i-got.html' title='Look What I Got!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SZyhhhxUloI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hhCXNYkLiOE/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-9089574093979688651</id><published>2009-01-07T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:29:32.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Cowboys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Nick was kind enough to invite me (for a second time) to the Dallas Cowboys Christmas Party at Texas Stadium....the last event ever to be held at the old stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief rundown of the evening's events :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last minute outfit that actually didn't turn out too bad! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tx Stadium lost my PETA-friendly faux fox fur bolero (I got it at Target...so what! I love it!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conversations with Jerry Jones, his sons, and a handful of players &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into the roommate I had my freshman year at TTU - Chitwood!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open bar and any kind of food imaginable...from sushi to steak! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picture taken on the STAR!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tour of the lockerroom...complete with players' names on the lockers! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, Texas Stadium found my jacket. Actually, the lady who made it home with my jacket and, in her stupor hung it up in her closet and 2 weeks later realized that what she had was fake and too small, now wants it back......immediately. Bummer...so much for my real fox fur upgrade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better be invited next year when it's at "Jerry-Land"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll be lobbying hard for some Superbowl tickets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come soon.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289053393531712802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SWZ-Ce-INSI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZQ0uCvdK8Bg/s320/Cowboys+Party+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289053576974081970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SWZ-NKWMn7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/HzxmIz5Pmuk/s320/Star+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-9089574093979688651?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/9089574093979688651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=9089574093979688651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/9089574093979688651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/9089574093979688651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-cowboys.html' title='Go Cowboys!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SWZ-Ce-INSI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZQ0uCvdK8Bg/s72-c/Cowboys+Party+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-4330467610955405954</id><published>2008-11-14T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:21:26.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's New Boat</title><content type='html'>My BIL, Kenny got a brand new boat! It's so awesome - I sure do hope he invites us out for a ride on it sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of the boat and of Melissa and Kenny when they took it for a test drive last weekend.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys - call me soon!! XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268672527121231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SR4Vv7DrrcI/AAAAAAAAASE/bPZfzVRQr-4/s320/Kenny+and+his+boat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268672583107369042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SR4VzLn0WFI/AAAAAAAAASM/vElLdEzDnGQ/s320/M+%26+K+Honeymoon.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-4330467610955405954?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/4330467610955405954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=4330467610955405954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4330467610955405954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4330467610955405954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/kennys-new-boat.html' title='Kenny&apos;s New Boat'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SR4Vv7DrrcI/AAAAAAAAASE/bPZfzVRQr-4/s72-c/Kenny+and+his+boat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8110357104844804677</id><published>2008-11-13T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:42:13.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Early?</title><content type='html'>I'm decorating for Christmas this weekend.......I'm not really sure I care if anyone has a problem with this. I'm ready. I'll be listening to Christmas music too. I sure did buy a nutcracker at the Flying J truck stop in Ty, TX.....just wish he had a mullet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8110357104844804677?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8110357104844804677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8110357104844804677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8110357104844804677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8110357104844804677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-early.html' title='Too Early?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-5431320677307421644</id><published>2008-11-12T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:57:00.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, DAD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRte5e0QPVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q09TsiTQeZU/s1600-h/meanddad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267908530757713234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRte5e0QPVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q09TsiTQeZU/s320/meanddad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to my DADDY!!!! He’s 54 years young today – what a blessing!! Every time he goes to the doctor, he comes home and says “Well, there’s good news and bad news……the bad news is I’m healthy as a horse and y’all are gonna have to put up with me a lot longer!” And we will if he keeps drinking that green tea as much as he does! He’s worked so hard to keep our family healthy and happy. I’ve never wanted for anything because he always seems to find a way to make things happen. Thanks, Dad, for being the best a girl could be blessed with – I’m honored to be your daughter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-5431320677307421644?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/5431320677307421644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=5431320677307421644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5431320677307421644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5431320677307421644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, DAD!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRte5e0QPVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q09TsiTQeZU/s72-c/meanddad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-4074327914466897592</id><published>2008-11-11T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:36:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HANNAH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I missed your birthday yesterday, Hannah!! I hope you had a fabulous one like you deserve! I can't believe how much has happened since we lived together in 3620, answering to Mrs. Pierce and watering the brown, crunchy lawn. You're an amazing friend and I love you very much! I'm thankful God blessed me with a friend like you and I know we'll celebrate many many more birthdays together! XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267547712926316834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoWvHpk-SI/AAAAAAAAARw/vFGNWwT-PmI/s320/04_6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-4074327914466897592?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/4074327914466897592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=4074327914466897592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4074327914466897592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/4074327914466897592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-hannah.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HANNAH!!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoWvHpk-SI/AAAAAAAAARw/vFGNWwT-PmI/s72-c/04_6A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-6173958604658840420</id><published>2008-11-11T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:30:12.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 - HOLY MOLY!!!</title><content type='html'>I got to go to Lubbock this past weekend and spend time with 2 of my very favorite friends! Of course Tech won this weekend - DUH!! Undefeated! And if Bama hadn't beaten LSU...in overtime...we could've walked off the field a #1 team (Melissa - you're a traitor)!! We had so much fun...here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing with Hannah's girls and their cousins.....This was Joanna and her cousin Harrison at dinner time....they just look like they're brewing trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267540870667433858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoQg2P794I/AAAAAAAAAQo/RmDooB188UU/s320/13_16A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove by 3620....the house I lived in with both Hannah and Kelsey, at different times. Great house, great roommates, and the best years of our lives. They both have husbands now, (both first dates I was there to witness and both weddings I stood in) but I still wish we were back there living with Larry, the ghost, and the red countertops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267544069723363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoTbDqTmmI/AAAAAAAAARg/F3pHX18YM8c/s320/11_14A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and the astroturf front porch......lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and I drove around campus and took our obligatory picture with Will... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267541240374369810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoQ2Xg8HhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0-XvN3o83A8/s320/10_12A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 words......CHIMY'S MARGARITAS....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267541791331721250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoRWb_aICI/AAAAAAAAARA/yRY2MQaaFFM/s320/09_11A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267541494785680322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoRFLRUo8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/J85VHgdDZME/s320/08_10A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Locked a key in the car.....Benny came to our rescue. This is how the dialogue went : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benny : "Most pretty girls give me $100 dollar tip" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I took a picture of him......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benny : "Why are you taking my picture" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : "I didn't , Benny, my phone lit up and it's really bright. Sorry about that" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benny : "Oh" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, Benny.......our knight in shining......white hooptie with a leopard-print steering wheel cover. Yep, you heard right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267542515407894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoSAlYnubI/AAAAAAAAARI/RVA7sneqE-I/s320/06_8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it was off to the football game....all bundled up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267542833582922226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoSTGrdWfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4e1K43auemg/s320/04_6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, back to Kelsey's house for some good old fashioned beer and girltalk... Thanks for being a fabulous hostess, Kelsey!!! And thanks for leaving "Mommy" at home and hanging like we used to, Hannah - I'm impressed you hung in that long!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267543094504071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoSiSr6IxI/AAAAAAAAARY/hsenepuymSc/s320/03_5A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to drive 5 hours home with THIS...................................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267544371244634082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoTsm6lD-I/AAAAAAAAARo/GZx0n4ItJYo/s320/01_3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous weekend - - So much fun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and Tanner, I'm still not sure where you came from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-6173958604658840420?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/6173958604658840420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=6173958604658840420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/6173958604658840420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/6173958604658840420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-holy-moly.html' title='#2 - HOLY MOLY!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRoQg2P794I/AAAAAAAAAQo/RmDooB188UU/s72-c/13_16A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-5533736064074323972</id><published>2008-11-04T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:59:19.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...AND THE VICTORY BELLS WILL RING OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRCbcUFzGnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AShsFXRPlRg/s1600-h/TTU+vs+UT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264878875127782002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRCbcUFzGnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AShsFXRPlRg/s320/TTU+vs+UT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we did it!! Longhorns, you're just going to have to get over it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-5533736064074323972?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/5533736064074323972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=5533736064074323972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5533736064074323972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5533736064074323972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-victory-bells-will-ring-out.html' title='...AND THE VICTORY BELLS WILL RING OUT!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SRCbcUFzGnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AShsFXRPlRg/s72-c/TTU+vs+UT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-787801801741157357</id><published>2008-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:55:45.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incognito</title><content type='html'>So, here I am, last Sunday, in our new store with the new layout...a very exciting venture for Michaels. I planned to go in completely under the radar, as I was not dressed appropriately to be in the store in the first place. No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to introduce myself to the store manager when I asked him to ask a woman taking pictures to leave. After that, I had to let the customer service manager know that the behavior of the girl who checked me out was unacceptable (it truly was - I was embarrassed). So, that was pretty bad, but I thought to myself, no one will remember once I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.....no such luck.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from HR this morning...never a good thing on a Friday, as Fridays seem to be "firing days"....(why am I so paranoid?). She told me she had had several people call her about this HUGE scrapbooking website that many of our employees and customers frequent. On it, a woman posted a link to her blog on which she posted pictures of our new store. So, if you'll scroll down to the entry from Sunday, Sept 14, there you'll see me....in all my Sunday morning glory....beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for incognito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://scrappyloveworld.blogspot.com/" href="http://scrappyloveworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://scrappyloveworld.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-787801801741157357?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/787801801741157357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=787801801741157357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/787801801741157357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/787801801741157357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/09/incognito.html' title='Incognito'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8697869160627851446</id><published>2008-08-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:48:29.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool as a Cucumber</title><content type='html'>I'm not a person who gets overwhelmed easily. I've always been a "Don't-Panic-Until-There's-Something-to-Panic-About" kind of gal. But MAN! These last couple of weeks have really put my patience to the test!!! I can't seem to win for losing - screwing up EVERYTHING that I touch!! I guess when it rains, it pours! Prayers, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8697869160627851446?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8697869160627851446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8697869160627851446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8697869160627851446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8697869160627851446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-as-cucumber.html' title='Cool as a Cucumber'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8127991631952789748</id><published>2008-08-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:13:57.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhv6x5CzHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dMhwMotm8z4/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231054022806522994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhv6x5CzHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dMhwMotm8z4/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhv1T9C5II/AAAAAAAAAO4/adr_DmU2LaU/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053928870896770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhv1T9C5II/AAAAAAAAAO4/adr_DmU2LaU/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvqfgiuVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O1UgDl3XkjA/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053742994012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvqfgiuVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O1UgDl3XkjA/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvguRomII/AAAAAAAAAOo/IkNls_SPq5A/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053575159322754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvguRomII/AAAAAAAAAOo/IkNls_SPq5A/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvX0MQQMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eqVNtd635Ko/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053422128545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvX0MQQMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eqVNtd635Ko/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvRXgxYCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/r2mxA810Apo/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053311350759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvRXgxYCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/r2mxA810Apo/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvJktuVgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jsIA_nWy51E/s1600-h/Ryan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231053177455793666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhvJktuVgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jsIA_nWy51E/s320/Ryan%27s+Desk+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my birthday....today is #27.......What I don't love is being the center of attention - singing Happy Birthday, decorating my desk at work so EVERYONE knows... Take a look at the handy work of my very dear girlfriends in the office, my boss included, who wanted me to know I'm loved (and that they know about my hatred for milk). Oh, and there are buttons with my milk-mustached face circulating all over the building on the shoulders of everyone I know....including my VP..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8127991631952789748?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8127991631952789748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8127991631952789748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8127991631952789748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8127991631952789748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/SJhv6x5CzHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dMhwMotm8z4/s72-c/Ryan%27s+Desk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2251657764408905672</id><published>2008-07-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:41:39.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama at the Car Dealership</title><content type='html'>It’s an age-old story…you’ve heard it before. I’ll share my experience, this being my first of a “big girl” nature.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the dealership to pick up my car, dressed in a leopard print top, black pants, and black peeptoe pumps. I clearly don’t belong there.&lt;br /&gt;As I opened the door, I noticed a row of desks separated by glass panes, each occupied by a gentleman somewhere between the ages of 30 and 55. Their heads pop up above their computers in unison……..nothing……no “may I help you?”, they’re just staring. Finally, I said, “Excuse me, I’m here to pick up my car”. (I may have snapped my fingers for emphasis, but do you blame me?)&lt;br /&gt;“Did they tell you it was ready?”&lt;br /&gt;No, I just thought I’d drive over for a practice run so I know how to deal with you oogoling perverts when the real time comes to pick up my car. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I wouldn’t be here unless they had.”&lt;br /&gt;“Go around the corner to the cashier – she’ll have what you need.”&lt;br /&gt;Cashier? My car is still under warranty – I shouldn’t need a cashier for the money-less transaction I’m about to make. I round the corner to find a girl of about 19 dressed in a hoodie and jeans (it’s 103 degrees today).&lt;br /&gt;“Hello. I’m Jennifer Marshall. I’m here to pick up my car.”&lt;br /&gt;“Last name?”&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I just give it to you? First name, then last. I had my ID ready, just like the huge sign next to me told me to.&lt;br /&gt;“Marshall”&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the tag on each set of keys.&lt;br /&gt;“Jennifer?” She hasn’t even looked at my ID. Is it this easy to get into someone’s car and drive away? What if Mrs. Jones drove a Porsche? I’d be rollin’ in style! “Here, sign this.” She shoved 2 pieces of paper in front of me – one with a pink highlighted dot and one with a blue highlighted dot.&lt;br /&gt;As I’m scanning the document, making sure it doesn’t say “Transmission fluid leak, did not fix. Evaporating air from gas tank, did not fix”, she slides the window open further than the small crack she was talking to me through.&lt;br /&gt;“It just tells what they did to your car. Will you just sign the thing?”&lt;br /&gt;“I beg your pardon? I’m not signing anything, pink or blue, until I’ve read through what I’m signing”.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the boy standing next to her, rolls her eyes, and says into the walkie talkie, “500, I need a drive around for Ms…..uh…..Marshall”&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a 13-year-old rounded the corner in my Jeep Commander that shouldn’t have a transmission fluid leak or evaporating air in the gas tank in the first place. Whah…Whah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2251657764408905672?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2251657764408905672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2251657764408905672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2251657764408905672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2251657764408905672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/07/drama-at-car-dealership.html' title='Drama at the Car Dealership'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-267883304016852649</id><published>2008-07-28T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:21:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I thought I would really enjoy this blogging thing, then I realized I have no pictures to upload...boring, no good stories lately.....double boring, and not really enough time to do it. I'm inspired now. I'll be better, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since May 7th, which was the date of my last entry, I've been overloaded at work. I've given 2 of the most important presentations of my career, and gladly, they went famously! I find myself wondering why, whith such rave reviews about my performance circulating around the executive floor, I go home every night thinking I'm the worst buyer in the world....I guess I'm my own worst critic...but who isn't?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is in the shop. I guess when a car dealer tells you "everything seems to be in fine working order, Ms. Marshall. If you need anything or have questions about your warranty, please don't hesitate to call", that means, "watch out, Ms. Marshall, when your dad finds out you've had a transmission fluid leak and haven't taken care of  it, you're in for big troubs"! (as if I know what a transmission is and why and from where it would be leaking....please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in mourning. My favorite pair of shoes passed away on Tuesday morning. The candy apple red pattent leather ripped off of the bottom of my perfect peeptoe Stuart Weitzman Rollpumps. This may sound like Latin to those of you who give less than stellar performance in the art of dressing, but this will go down in history as one of my saddest days. Luckily, I still have my connections from NM which have allowed me to arrange surgery for my unfortunate, overworn fabulous shoes. I'm sure they'll come back from NY good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Friday yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-267883304016852649?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/267883304016852649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=267883304016852649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/267883304016852649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/267883304016852649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-193222274275641884</id><published>2008-05-07T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:04:57.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Ponder...</title><content type='html'>These things have actually crossed my mind since the beginning of my work day…it’s only been 3 hours….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people assume you want to hold their child?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think it’s okay to wear leggings to work with a top that’s too short?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think we need to hear them scream at their wives in the office?&lt;br /&gt;Why do meetings always get scheduled when I’m alone to speak to a business I know nothing about?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the electric company seem so on top of things when it’s time to disconnect service, but still can’t figure out where the heck to send a statement?&lt;br /&gt;Why do Shih Tzus have such a hard time potty training?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think it’s necessary to drive a car as big as a school bus when I can’t drive it or afford the gas?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting here like I have nothing to do when I have a year’s worth of planning to get done in about five minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Why are guys I would never even consider the only ones attracted to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do men in the workplace think there are microphones in women’s breasts?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people only bother me when I’m clearly busy?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love planning weddings so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people think "Associate Buyer" is synonomous with "Secretary"?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it inappropriate to drink alcohol at work?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I go to the grocery store and buy sandwich stuff, but no bread?&lt;br /&gt;Why does Saturday only come once a week?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still have to do my own advertising?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I yawning when I’ve had 3 cups of coffee this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I lose 20 pounds by only consuming tortillas and wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget sanity – let’s just focus on staying alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-193222274275641884?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/193222274275641884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=193222274275641884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/193222274275641884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/193222274275641884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things to Ponder...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-182924154340843611</id><published>2008-03-20T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:51:40.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Friday Yet?</title><content type='html'>I’m playing the parts of 3 different buyers today. All  parties who are here to support me in my time of learning a new business are out of town. Even on a day like today, I know in my bones I am made to do this. I do not regret, even for a second, the choices and sacrifices I’ve made to be here. There are 3 things that have made me happy today :&lt;br /&gt;1)      The vending machine gave me 2 cookies by accident&lt;br /&gt;2)      Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;3)      Wearing flip flops around the office because all of my superiors are on vacation and how fabulous my toes look because I had a pedicure last week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-182924154340843611?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/182924154340843611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=182924154340843611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/182924154340843611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/182924154340843611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is It Friday Yet?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-421073995290730150</id><published>2008-02-21T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:28:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sure....</title><content type='html'>The same girl who decided to respond to my concern for her well being by going on an hour-long rant about how everyone hates me because I'm so fake and seem to be perfect in every way thought for some reason that it was okay to email me and ask me to go out with her and some friends this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I generally decide against hanging out with people who apparently hate me - I wouldn't want to make anyone jealous of my so-called perfect life. Secondly, does it not occur to her that maybe the things she said and the way she said them stung a little and I don't really care to be her bff at the moment? Lastly, maybe I'm hanging out with perfect people this weekend......which obviously means she's not invited.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought it was a little shocking. Some people have some nerve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-421073995290730150?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/421073995290730150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=421073995290730150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/421073995290730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/421073995290730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-so-sure.html' title='I am so sure....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8820375588024569621</id><published>2008-02-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:11:17.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Perfect Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People who are unhappy hate to see people who are happy. You are happy. Amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sweet words were written on a sticky note that was left in my bag for me to find one day when I came home from my precious Aunt Ruby’s house. I’ve got the note on my refrigerator so I never forget to remind myself of this truth. The people in my life, whether close or distant, have always seen in me a confidence and the ability to be positive and optimistic in any situation. I’ve always enjoyed hearing that I’ve brightened someone’s day or enabled someone to see the good in a situation rather than dwell on the negative.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, it seems that I’ve been surrounded by people who, for whatever reason, can’t seem to be happy for me right now. I understand it’s hard to be genuinely happy for someone else, especially when things aren’t falling into place. For this reason, I do not fault them. That being said, to the people who I’ve offended when I gave a positive (and apparently sometimes over-the-top) answer to “how are things with you”, I am truly sorry. My intent was never to hurt you or “rub it in” by telling you things are going well for me.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Saturday upset to the point of tears when my character and personality came under attack by someone I’ve known for quite a while. While I understand there was a point to be made, there was perhaps a less hurtful way to go about it. I make no apologies for the way that I am. My parents make no apologies for raising an independent, strong daughter.&lt;br /&gt;The facts of my life are these : I’m 26 and single; I have a wonderful relationship with my parents and extended family; my family and I are in good health; I have a fabulous job that I love and happen to be good at; I have a new car that I love; and I have a close community of the best friends anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to be pushed into a relationship with someone I’m still figuring out if I have anything in common with. It’s not a bad thing to take things slowly. When I’m asked how my dating life is going, an answer in the ilk of “great, I’m not sure if I’ll see _____ tonight, but things are going well” is not an incorrect one. The fact that I may not have the best dating advice, a result of my poor choices and limited dating experience, does not make me judgmental and insensitive to those who have more invested in their current, maybe unpleasant situations.&lt;br /&gt;No member of my family has never deceived or intentionally hurt me or any other member of our family. My parents and I have a very open relationship that I’m able to appreciate now. There has never been a major, life-changing event in my immediate family except maybe the addition of a new dog. For this, I am so grateful. I could never have fabricated a family with 2 more supportive, trusting parents and 3 siblings with better values and closer relationships. Sure, we all have our quirks……who doesn’t? We love each other and that’s all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with the strength to take my career into my own hands and, while the people around me could never understand my decision to leave Neiman Marcus, I couldn’t be happier with my decision. With the knowledge that I am better than the job I was able to do and the faith that, with the Lord on my side, I was bigger than the circumstance that made me so miserable, I set out for bigger and better things. I have started in a position with a company that my peers would never have put me in, and frankly, neither would I, but I am able to do what I always knew I could. I know that, at least for the time being, I am meant to be a Buyer. Michaels is providing me with the opportunity to prove that to the world and, most importantly, to myself. I’ve learned that my work does not have to control me and become who I am, but can be an added joy in my life. Furthermore, I enjoy coming to work in the morning….as I should.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, each of my friends has been put in my life for a very different reason than all others. Each one provides me with encouragement, sisterhood, and support that I’d be lost without. They don’t share my flaws with others, rather they offer me support in working through things that are tough for me. They don’t judge me. They don’t force me into things that I know are wrong for me. They don’t put words in my mouth then use them against me. Lastly, and very importantly, they don’t call me names or attack me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…For of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.” This statement is made twice in the Bible – once in Matthew 12:34 and again in Luke 6:45. My heart is so overfilled with joy from the blessings in my life, that there is no room for despair. Even the worst thing I deal with during the day pales in comparison to the trials some are going through. For this reason, I have no right to focus on them, but only to rejoice in the Lord for the blessings He so graciously continues to give me. His mercies are new every morning. Praise Him for His faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude does not make me fake. My inability to relate directly with hardship does not make me unable to empathize. My words are not judgmental. I truly am a simple person and, I believe, happier for it. If this is perceived as a façade of perfection and strength, I’ll apologize for your jealousy, but for nothing else. Rather, I’ll invite you to share in my joy as I share in yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8820375588024569621?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8820375588024569621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8820375588024569621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8820375588024569621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8820375588024569621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-so-called-perfect-life.html' title='My So-Called Perfect Life'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-824873687481693583</id><published>2008-01-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:55:42.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate America : What Was the Rush?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, January 22, 2008 : Things about which I've heard stories in the office today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Chauvinism&lt;br /&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;Recipes&lt;br /&gt;Livable Suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;Paycheck Flubs&lt;br /&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Business&lt;br /&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a mistake that BABIES is listed more than once. I’m sure every couple thinks their kid is the cutest on the planet, and if they want to spend all day watching the “mommy cam” at the daycare center, that’s their business, but I don’t need to know every single time your child has a bowel movement or spits up on her shirt. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonder anyone gets anything done around here with all the distractions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-824873687481693583?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/824873687481693583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=824873687481693583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/824873687481693583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/824873687481693583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/corporate-america-what-was-rush.html' title='Corporate America : What Was the Rush?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-2356233332595357033</id><published>2008-01-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:58:15.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Ranch Chicken and Shiner Bock Beer</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because I'm a girl, maybe it's because I'm Mexican, maybe it's because I like to eat, but there is nothing more attractive than a guy who knows his way around the kitchen. Something about a man who owns (and knows how to use) a garlic press just ...well, it's just sexy. Whatever has been going on between this guy and me the past few weeks, I'm not sure, but one thing I found out last night is he sure can cook. I don't even care if King Ranch Chicken is the only thing he knows how to make; he's one up on me, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;He invited me over last night for dinner. He told me to be there at a certain time to ensure all preparation was done before I arrived and promptly invited me to sit as soon as I walked in. There was music going, fabulous food (all dishes and condiments were home-made) and great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this one is the one I thought I threw in the "pooper" and the one who used the phrase "it's not you, it's me". Update time : We're completely on the same page, want the same things, and are in agreement on where things stand. It took a little convincing, but I finally dragged out of him why he felt like he needed to walk on eggshells around me. We've both been through a situation we wouldn't wish on an enemy, so there's no reason to rush into anything. As long as we enjoy seeing one another, there's no reason not to. I'm so relieved! The best part? There's no pressure - - Maybe it'll work out, maybe it won't, but it's fun for now and that's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is why I'm happy being single. No pressure, no strings attached, and no commitment, because frankly, that stuff freaks me out a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-2356233332595357033?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/2356233332595357033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=2356233332595357033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2356233332595357033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/2356233332595357033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/king-ranch-chicken-and-shiner-bock-beer.html' title='King Ranch Chicken and Shiner Bock Beer'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-6449657273708194656</id><published>2008-01-17T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:58:35.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not You....It's Me</title><content type='html'>The words we all love to hear....right? NOT!! You may be thinking that this is the update I promised to "In the Pooper", but it's not. I did hear these words uttered by the person that entry was about, but not in the context in which it's usually delivered. This came in response to "What's wrong?  Why was your day so bad?". Truth is, we've all heard it and we've all used it.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my issues with this statement :&lt;br /&gt;1) It should never be used&lt;br /&gt;2) It's usually followed with "It's just that you...."&lt;br /&gt;3) Truth is...it might not be me, but it is, in most cases, your reaction to something about me....so, spit it out&lt;br /&gt;4) If you're being grumpy pants and don't want to talk about your day or anything going on, DON'T CALL ME!&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally......STOP SAYING "IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME"!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-6449657273708194656?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/6449657273708194656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=6449657273708194656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/6449657273708194656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/6449657273708194656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-youits-me.html' title='It&apos;s Not You....It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-5412412099923249623</id><published>2008-01-15T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:40:39.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillies....my favorite!</title><content type='html'>I got flowers at work today. Not from anyone who is, or ever will be, a love interest, but from a friend who just wanted to wish me a “wonderful day” in the midst of my recent craziness. Now, there are 2 schools of thought here : 1) he’s trying to pursue me and by doing this, he has ensured that each and every one of my coworkers will stop to ask who they’re from and why I’m not dating him…thus, putting him front of mind for potential likeability. Or 2) he genuinely wanted me to have a good day and thought that, by reminding me that I’m special, a good day is a guarantee. Knowing this friend and the situation, I can assure you, it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;People don’t get or give flowers enough. It’s such a simple gesture….not the huge arrangements that cause a scene when the delivery guy carries them into the building and past the offices of everyone you know….but a simple “thinking of you” stem or bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we get beat down by the little things that build up and make us look forward to the weekend, it’s nice to know someone thinks I'm invincible. Someone thinks I'm funny and witty and brilliant and a great friend and ….. special. No matter who the reminder comes from, it’s nice to be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;I propose that all boys reading this send flowers to their girlfriends. I also propose that all girls reading this send flowers to a girlfriend, mom, grandmother, or sister….and when you receive this thoughtful gift, be sure to tell them how special it made you feel – this will ensure it happens again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-5412412099923249623?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/5412412099923249623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=5412412099923249623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5412412099923249623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/5412412099923249623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/lilliesmy-favorite.html' title='Lillies....my favorite!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-562094369042042265</id><published>2008-01-07T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:13:58.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is Coming to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R4KZweBKieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yXElI8K6XR0/s1600-h/12-6-2007-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152849981635987938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R4KZweBKieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yXElI8K6XR0/s320/12-6-2007-07.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, a few weeks ago, a friend and I were out in Uptown and walked past a patio full of guys in Santa costumes...........weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-562094369042042265?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/562094369042042265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=562094369042042265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/562094369042042265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/562094369042042265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-clause-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is Coming to Town'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R4KZweBKieI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yXElI8K6XR0/s72-c/12-6-2007-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-8373326755695626107</id><published>2008-01-04T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:45:42.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Pooper</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it. I put myself out there. I'm not sure how many know about my shenanigans of late, but it involves dates with several boys. I don't think I'm cut out for this for many reasons, one being my inability to lie well. That being said, it seems to be acceptable.....no the norm......now for girls to be juggling a few guys at once. A date here, a lunch there, a movie another day..a girl could have several dates in one weekend. This being my new situation, I thought I was doing really well balancing 3 in one weekend. Then I did it.....I started to like one of them. I thought I had talked myself out of getting attached, but last night, it slipped. Like a junior high girl, I told the guy I kinda liked him. What am I, 16? I &lt;em&gt;kinda like&lt;/em&gt; him? What the hell is my problem? Well, needless to say it freaked him out a little......and rightfully so! I did get a call from him today asking how my day was going and it seemed as if everything was fine, as if nothing ever happened. Let's hope so. I hope I didn't throw this one in the pooper. The fact that we've known each other since high school and we have the same group of friends could make this a very awkward situation.........I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-8373326755695626107?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/8373326755695626107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=8373326755695626107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8373326755695626107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/8373326755695626107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-pooper.html' title='In the Pooper'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304515276578231768.post-3287534426217354424</id><published>2007-12-27T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:13:58.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single girl in a coupled world</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148792549458420322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3Qvi1SlomI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gjiRuVoXdzU/s320/12-9-2007-22.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QuglSlolI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gPtRdUjYtLE/s1600-h/12-9-2007-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 26 years old and I'm single. I never knew there was anything wrong with this scenario until recently. It seems that people who are in relationships, engaged, or married (as many of my aquaintences are) feel sorry for me because I live in a 1200 sq ft apartment, alone. I like my life. I love my Shih Tzu, Ava. I love my bed, I love my closet (and the diversity of its contents), I love my TV, and I love my upside down Christmas tree. Furthermore, the fact that my Christmas tree is upside down and hot pink and silver, rather than the traditional red and green, should tell you that I am, at the very least, unconventional in every aspect of my life. But, I digress. So, someone please tell me what makes my situation......remember, the fact that I'm 26 and single?.........something to defend. Should I be asking my married friends what the hurry was? Should I be asking my engaged or seriously attached friends what makes them so sure that they will go to bed and wake up loving that one person every day for the rest of their lives? I don't feel the need - I love my friends, each dear to me in his or her own special way, and feel elated at the thought that they have found "it". I don't wonder anymore when I will find it, I've decided to just let it happen it God's perfect timing. So, to those of you who worry about my happiness because I come home only to find a loving, furry, 9.5 pounds of love every evening, don't. This may sound like quite a rant, seeded in defense, to those I've not vented to lately, but let me assure you that this genuinely comes from my pure contentment with where my life is at the moment....and from the fact that I finally feel like my life is truly just beginning. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to get ready for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304515276578231768-3287534426217354424?l=meandava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/feeds/3287534426217354424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304515276578231768&amp;postID=3287534426217354424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3287534426217354424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304515276578231768/posts/default/3287534426217354424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandava.blogspot.com/2007/12/single-girl-in-coupled-world.html' title='Single girl in a coupled world'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474815643361996249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3QLHVSloiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MxO_GIE7QEM/S220/11-17-2007-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5vhFwXuHzQ/R3Qvi1SlomI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gjiRuVoXdzU/s72-c/12-9-2007-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
