<?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-1645710457400471024</id><updated>2011-11-23T23:02:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deanna-days-withteens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-8068735004980590885</id><published>2011-02-22T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:34:39.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Year!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>February 23, 2011&lt;br /&gt;I just can not believe another year has passed me by! I haven't taken the time to blog things and we've had so much happen. Today was a good day. I went and tanned and Amanda did my hair. I love having a hair dresser for a daughter. I am so proud of all my kids. I wonder if they will ever know how much Ilove them. They are all precious. Time is just flying by. I want to hold on so tight and yet I'm trying to let go at the same time. I will try to write more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-8068735004980590885?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/8068735004980590885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8068735004980590885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8068735004980590885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-new-year.html' title='Another New Year!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1592057165164416661</id><published>2010-05-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:52:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I can not believe it's been since December since I wrote anything.  Lets see, our year started with a bang on January 2  we found out we had to move in March. If was very traumatic. Then on February 1st my precious baby Clyde, our 7 year old rottweiler died. More trauma for the mama. He was my baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We are renting a such smaller house with no place for me to scrap book that has been very hard. I kinda feel like I've  lost my friends and all creativeness i ever had. I'm sure it's all me. I'm just not my self, but i am definitely better than I was two months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; LOL I guess I got to Declutter cause there's not enough room in this house for all that crap. I really miss my big house. I know God has a different plan for us and no matter where we are we are home. It's where our stuff is and our family is all together. In the end that's all that matters.  Our family is healthy and Chris is still working. We are blessed. We are so ready for summer!!! The kids are and so am I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-1592057165164416661?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1592057165164416661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1592057165164416661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1592057165164416661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1283054060915371092</id><published>2009-12-31T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:24:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well here we are at the end of 2009. This has been an exciting and at moments frustrating year. I am so thankful for our family and for the fact that God love us so much that he has seen us through changes and still blessed us. We are being changed by him daily. Chris is still working when so many aren't and we are greatful for that. My buisness changed some but it is still fun and I love it so much. We still have our parents and my grandparents and for that I am thankful. The kids have made it through the first semester of school without to much trouble. I am very proud of our family.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for great friends. We are so blessed to have such sweet friends. I am thankful for our church family. Even when we don't agree with what's going on we all still love each other. We are blessed to be part of family that wants the light spread across the world. I am thankful to be an American where I do know I am free. There is no one that can force me to say Happy Holidays or take my Savior away from me unless I allow them to; and won't allow them to.&lt;br /&gt;As the new year comes I hope to grow into the woman God wants me to be, and to really de~clutter my house and my life. Clutter that drags me down, and clutter that makes continual messes. LOL I'm just so sick of stuff! Wanting more stuff, when we have closets full of stuff. I think it's time to pretend like we're moving and get rid of a bunch of crap. As for me on the inside it's past time to declutter; i need to get rid of the things that drawl me away from God and change my focus. It's time for fresh start on the inside that leaks to the outside.&lt;br /&gt;This all kinda sounds like new years resolutions but I don't normally make those, these are just the things I feel like God is telling me to do. So I plan to start as soon as my babies are back in school. If you read this and wonder what the heck. I'm sorry this is just where I am tonight. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;Watch over our family and friends. Lord, thank you for blessings we never deserved. Thank you that you love us more than we can imagine. God draw us near to you and help us to love you and know you more everyday. Continue the work you have started in us. God thank you for Jesus and that we have a way to you thru him. Jesus thank you that you left heaven to come make a way for us to get to heaven. Father, keep our family safe send your angels to protect them. Our children and our parents. God strenghten us so that whatever trials come our way in the new year with your help we will respond the right way. God I love you and I want to be the woman you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I ask this in Jesus precious name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-1283054060915371092?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1283054060915371092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1283054060915371092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1283054060915371092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3600515106227603334</id><published>2009-10-20T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:33:27.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm just feeling blue tonight. I'm tired and it just seems like things never change. I sometimes wonder if it's all worth it! It seems like the only people that have anything get it illegally. I'm really not convinced hard work pays off. Everyone I know works hard and still just gets by. Especially all the 40 something white men. Make just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;to not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;qualify&lt;/span&gt; for help, or for our kids to go to school without paying out the butt. Oh well that's life. Guess we'll Keep on Keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-3600515106227603334?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3600515106227603334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3600515106227603334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3600515106227603334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-blues.html' title='Got the Blues'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-2941520903911028560</id><published>2009-08-31T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:25:44.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SpyhXHc9wXI/AAAAAAAAALA/3jSWf4gLals/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SpyhXHc9wXI/AAAAAAAAALA/3jSWf4gLals/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376349473683128690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the house all cleaned, made special brownies, did swim team practice, and got dinner made and cleaned up by 6. So I could have a Close to my Heart Party. It was a lot of fun. I had eight that said they were coming and only four came so that was sort of a bummer but I don't care we still had lots of fun. We made a cute card and visited. That's always the best part of being with my scrappy friends. We share a passion and we love visiting.  I'm excited to see how it actually turns out. If anyone wants anything you can check out my friend and CTMH reps web site at allthatcraft@myctmh.com  Terri is a great rep. She's an amazing teacher! I love her. Just let her know you want to place an order for Deanna Powell's Party. This is our cute Birthday card we made. It didn't quit scan the true colors. It really is pretty, we used liquid glass on it. I love that stuff! Great times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-2941520903911028560?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/2941520903911028560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2941520903911028560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2941520903911028560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-tonight.html' title='Party tonight.'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SpyhXHc9wXI/AAAAAAAAALA/3jSWf4gLals/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1378523119341268966</id><published>2009-08-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:38:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What's that saying about you always can make a fresh start. So that's what I am choosing to do today. Fresh starts all around. I am going to try to get back into my blogging and some other things that I have just pushed aside in the last few months. I don't want to loose those months so I am going to try to get the calender out and go back. All I know is a lot has gone on and I want to take some time to remember it. Today is a fresh day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-1378523119341268966?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1378523119341268966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1378523119341268966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1378523119341268966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-7332066945625178782</id><published>2009-07-06T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:49:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's July and I haven't put anything on here since April. I've been so busy. Pray for me. I need a rest! Seriously i do!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-7332066945625178782?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/7332066945625178782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7332066945625178782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7332066945625178782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgosh.html' title='OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-7944491401397165703</id><published>2009-04-27T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:32:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 26,2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXGFZZoGOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qm29JykaIgg/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXGFZZoGOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qm29JykaIgg/s400/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329383530082867426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to bed last night with a headache and woke up with it. UGH I hate that. I think it must be the wind.&lt;br /&gt;      Anyway Papa had called and wanted me to drive them out to Laurel Land to pick up the deeds to their plots. Not because it had to be done that very moment but because he couldn't wait on Marlena till Tuesday. We were suppose to be going to Ennis, but I just felt like if he asks I need to do stuff for them. Sorry, it's the people pleaser in me. Then he calls "you need to come check on your mother (my granny) she's crazy today." So needless to say spent several hours with them. He wasn't to happy that I wouldn't ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ke them out to dinner but everyone was at home waiting on me so we could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We left and went to Ennis. Everyone was in a bad mood. Daniel and Robert fought half way there and Chris s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nored! Amanda and Josh were in his truck cause&lt;br /&gt;we don't have a vehicle big enough to get us&lt;br /&gt;all to one place at one ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me.  I told them t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hey were going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXKJGXHkpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-sCO0DgX-6g/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXKJGXHkpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-sCO0DgX-6g/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387991738061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to smile and be happy cause come hail or high water they were&lt;br /&gt;getting their damn pictures made in the blue bonnets!!&lt;br /&gt;We go to the visitors center to get our map of the trails and lady says i want ya'll to go a different way and uses this high lig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hter to mark up the map and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; sends u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We never did find the trails, and finally just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; stopped in these peoples drive way not on the trail and took pictures. I was afraid if we kept driving the sun was going to go down before we could get a picture. I was really disappointed. It just wasn't the way it was suppose to be. However by the time we got done everyone was laughing cause of their crazy mama. I will be my granny some day Chris will be calling our grandkids come see what's wrong with your crazy mother. We went back to Ennis cause Daniel had seen a skate park&lt;br /&gt;                                                      that was open and he h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ad his board. He skated and the others  &lt;br /&gt;                                                        played on the swi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ngs. Then we went and ate dinner at this     &lt;br /&gt;                                                       cute Mexican grille outside on the patio. It turned out to be a&lt;br /&gt;                                                       really nice day.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXODNb9buI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5txeEmf5BE0/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXODNb9buI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5txeEmf5BE0/s200/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329392288604712674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                            I did get a few good pics, and some really bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ones. LOL It's getting harder to get us all together for things like this. Everyone always  has something else they'd rather be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Josh doesn't get it at all! LOL He's not use to a mama that takes 20,000 pictures a year.  ~JK~  (not really 20,000 or maybe more LOL) He was like lay in the blue bonnets? Are you sure that's what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you want us to do. I was like yes that's what I want ! LOL Good Times Good Times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXHDqQ9vSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eO1rbuZUV10/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXHDqQ9vSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eO1rbuZUV10/s200/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329384599761829154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-7944491401397165703?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/7944491401397165703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-april-262009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7944491401397165703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7944491401397165703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-april-262009.html' title='Sunday April 26,2009'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SfXGFZZoGOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Qm29JykaIgg/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-5222092603903508125</id><published>2009-04-13T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:16:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inchies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQn9o7r6EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vUS2Xou8b8M/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQn9o7r6EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vUS2Xou8b8M/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324424599372032066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I got my inchies done tonight. I have loved working on these. I did cross ones&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoTBJBM_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/svoEXWBMT9Y/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoTBJBM_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/svoEXWBMT9Y/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324424966647657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for April since I lost my April showers ones from last time when I got excited and did more than i needed to. I did cute graduation ones for May,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoSucWx2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TcMsTRUMQic/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoSucWx2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TcMsTRUMQic/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324424961628489570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and for June I did Lady bugs, butterflies and a flower. I hope the girls love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoSyHfDcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bZPjbFTd54g/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoSyHfDcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bZPjbFTd54g/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324424962614693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL guess what I found when I was finished! You guessed it the April showers ones I had lost. I'm crazy crazy crazy!!! Oh, well they will just get an extra set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoTQz9RfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w59zs6XX4PA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQoTQz9RfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w59zs6XX4PA/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324424970854286834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-5222092603903508125?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/5222092603903508125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/inchies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5222092603903508125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5222092603903508125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/inchies.html' title='Inchies'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SeQn9o7r6EI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vUS2Xou8b8M/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-4095817043668094502</id><published>2009-04-08T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:03:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 26,2009  God knows our needs before we ask!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322521576006650866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1lLGc6i_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/T6qHIERgJeI/s400/Attachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know your wondering what a crazy picture for the title, right? Well this is the beginning of the many things I expect to see over the next several months as we prepare for Down the Street Week. DTSW is our home mission trip we do the last week of July. It's very HOT then and we do very hard work. We work on the homes of needy and elderly people. Paint, roof, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;clean-up, etc. For now I get to help as the co-director. Our Missions Pastor may fire me. But, I love this and think I always will! Missions are my passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;As for this story it starts with Sarah our leader over lunches and snacks talking on March 4. She asked me if there was anything I could think of that we needed that we didn't have last year. I told her all I could think of is that we needed Gatorade. We also decided to start praying that God would provide more of the things we needed this year without us having to buy it. Last year we spent ten thousand dollars on five houses. This year we want to double the houses but not the cost. So anyway she says ok and agrees. That was that. Right? Not exactly, on Monday March 16 as I am driving to my mom and dads for spring break I get a call from a lady in our church wanting to ask some questions about DTSW. As we were talking it became very clear that God had her call me because she is this amazing prayer warrior. I personally had been praying he would send me someone that would own DTSW with their prayers and draw others to do the same. Linda is that person! God heard my prayer and answered with her. She tells me as were getting off the phone I may be calling a lot cause the TX. Baptist Men's Association may want to help in some way. (she works for them) I told her to call as much as she needed that we would take any help she could rake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway about 2 hours later she calls again and says Deanna, we have 2 pallets of Gatorade and they want to know if we could use it for DTSW? I just laughed because it was clear to me at that very moment that God cares about what we care about. He answered our prayers again. At this point I was blown away. I just cried and praised him for loving us so much that he would provide for refreshment from the 120 degree Texas sun in July on march 16! We were blessed...On March 26th Sam, Chris, and I went to Dallas and picked up a pallet of Gatorade. I supervised because the little old men there at TxBMA wouldn't let me help. "I'm a girl" shhhhh,don't tell anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1n4q6NjiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QiAk0FQsBgA/s1600-h/Attachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524557910576674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1n4q6NjiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QiAk0FQsBgA/s320/Attachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1x2jHc45I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SoJCW8RWr5w/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322535516575163282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1x2jHc45I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SoJCW8RWr5w/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are such strong studly (LOL) men. At least to Krissi and I. I was very sad because I didn't bring my camera. The horror! I usually don't leave home without it. So these came from my very crappy phone camera. But hey at least I had something right. So anyway. We made it home without loosing any of the boxes, and once out of the site of "gentlemen" I got to help our studs unload 800 bottles of Gatorade into our storage building. There will be NO one without a drink this year. God is always working! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it is all loaded up and ready to be moved again as soon as we get our building out at the church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1q68z3yGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4Mtv4QZLoJA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527895610443874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1q68z3yGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4Mtv4QZLoJA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you Father that you know our needs before we voice them and that you provide for your children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"love your neighbor as yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1wC7SyrXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W3dY0XRCikY/s1600-h/dsw_logo_1%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322533530200354162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1wC7SyrXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W3dY0XRCikY/s400/dsw_logo_1%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1wC7SyrXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W3dY0XRCikY/s1600-h/dsw_logo_1%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1veaPiMTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l0nOzNlFCCs/s1600-h/dsw_logo_1%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-4095817043668094502?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/4095817043668094502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-262009-god-knows-our-needs-before.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4095817043668094502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4095817043668094502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-262009-god-knows-our-needs-before.html' title='March 26,2009  God knows our needs before we ask!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1lLGc6i_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/T6qHIERgJeI/s72-c/Attachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-8679044572974242387</id><published>2009-04-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:51:25.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azela's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1geDY6EoI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFwI3VqGLvU/s1600-h/100_9120%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322516404043911810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1geDY6EoI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFwI3VqGLvU/s400/100_9120%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1f2BrUnFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OWgUaeD3z2I/s1600-h/100_9122%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1f2CTeyVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YLtS9zxjmhY/s1600-h/100_9121%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was so beautiful today! I went outside and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Azalea's&lt;/span&gt; were so pretty. Last year when I planted them I wasn't sure they'd make it here cause the ground really isn't acidic enough for them&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1iF1Hs0AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M-wzaEjQqQk/s1600-h/100_9122%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518186920038402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1iF1Hs0AI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M-wzaEjQqQk/s200/100_9122%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've been giving them special food for a year now and they are gorgeous. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Azalea's&lt;/span&gt;, and today was the reason spring is such a beautiful time of year. Everything is getting green, including the car, and the flowers are blooming. Welcome to Texas! Hold on it could still snow. We aren't to Easter yet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518463262853346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1iV6k9iOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ar_qy9pJ384/s400/100_9121%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1f10EE-1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/4v5y90ADzJ0/s1600-h/100_9120%5B1%5D"&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;&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/1645710457400471024-8679044572974242387?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/8679044572974242387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/azelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8679044572974242387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8679044572974242387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/azelas.html' title='Azela&apos;s'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Sd1geDY6EoI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFwI3VqGLvU/s72-c/100_9120%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1173981747650738508</id><published>2009-04-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:46:47.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krissi&lt;/span&gt; I was talking about you. I'm glad you can read it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired tonight, I did work on the slide show. I've got from the birth to 1997 (about 125 pictures) on it and the music (5 songs). I worked on it last night from 9 until 2 am. Then worked at the salon today. I donated 2 hair cuts and styles for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Burleson&lt;/span&gt; Gala yesterday. Today I had a lady come in to see about getting her hair done because she saw i had made a donation. That's pretty cool! I'm going to keep on keeping on God is blessing things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; pray for my friend Stuart. His daughter Nicole is 21 and has a very rare cancer. She will probably be gone before summer unless God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heals&lt;/span&gt; her. Her husband is not a Christian and he is really struggling. His name is Josh. They have a baby that just turned one. Stuart lost his 16 year old step daughter a year and a half ago in a bad car wreck, then his wife went crazy from the loss of her child and she divorced him. They are all in a lot of pain and grief so i just ask for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is at skills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt;. (like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UIL&lt;/span&gt;) but it's for technical programs. She says they are staying in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ghetto&lt;/span&gt; in a no tale motel. I asked her it there was a flashing sign that said you could pay by the hour. She laughed and said probably. They had to go buy flip flops so the could take a shower!! Then they got in their bed and there was a HAIR and not the kind on your head!! The worst thing about it is her teacher has been there before and told the girls oh it's not bad!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, here's your sign!&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it my day in a nut shell. I had to go to the funeral of a dear man i loved today. So it's been a long day. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off to the clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;powell&lt;/span&gt; shower and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses, ~Dee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-1173981747650738508?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1173981747650738508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1173981747650738508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1173981747650738508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sleep.html' title='No Sleep!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3126055375598589067</id><published>2009-03-31T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:43:22.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been so busy I didn't take time to blog. I'm sad cause I've had lots going on and wanted to blog about it. You know I have a good friend that is an English teacher that reads these blogs, and dang it if I can't spell and make proper sentences. I'm so glad your not grading these! I'd be in a heap of trouble. Well maybe tomorrow I'll try to catch up and work on Manda's slide show for her graduation party we're having. I can't believe my baby is graduating in just a few short weeks. I think she's amazing! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update, I still love my job! It's great. I had the first of my return customers, it's been six weeks. I just believe God is going to continue to bless this. I believe he has led me this far and will continue. Keep praying me customers. Hugs and kisses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-3126055375598589067?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3126055375598589067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3126055375598589067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3126055375598589067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-late.html' title='A little late!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-5570107706564369775</id><published>2009-03-23T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:32:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SchEadq2tpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nWid32D3CiY/s1600-h/105_8911%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574581542532754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SchEadq2tpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nWid32D3CiY/s400/105_8911%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I went and got grociers today. $144.00 worth. I didn't buy anything you can't eat and still didn't get everything on my list but ran out of money. I'm sick of money and bills! I got fruit washed it and put it in bowls in the fridge so it looks pretty when you open the fridge. My WW leader had given us that idea when I was still going. Keep fruit handy so you can grab it instead of bad stuff. Their grabbing it. So it won't last long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the last load of laundry done. It's a good thing because I'm now out of detergent. I didn't get anything else done. I had to go clean for a lady this morning, and by the time I got home it was time to take the boys to the dentist. Then go to the store, come home cook dinner, go get dog food, and clippers, cut Chris's hair, clean up kitchen and now here i am on here. I'm fixing to check my face book and then i'm going to bed early. I'm really tired tonight and I just feel really stressed out. Maybe I will rest and tomorrow will be a new day! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316574924453609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SchEubHOfjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b1CcJMM8q_A/s320/105_8912%5B1%5D" border="0" /&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/1645710457400471024-5570107706564369775?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/5570107706564369775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/groceries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5570107706564369775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5570107706564369775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SchEadq2tpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nWid32D3CiY/s72-c/105_8911%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-6431944376587865656</id><published>2009-03-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:18:00.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Scca6SBMy0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nOLbKpVcelA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316247473705765698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Scca6SBMy0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nOLbKpVcelA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so no I haven't read the books! Robert has been begging me to please read the books and I just really didn't want to. But anyway we watched the movie on Saturday morning at like 1:30 in the morning. So yeah I stayed up with all of them. Amanda and Nicole had gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-hell at midnight so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; could buy it. So when they made it home I finished my pages I was working on, brushed my teeth, and settled in to watch with them thinking oh yeah i really doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; like this. My mind is changed and as soon as we finish Crazy Love and a couple of other books i had started I'm going to read those. I'm not good at multi-booking. Another Deanna word. It is one of the things I admire about Robert. He can read 5 books at one time and keep it all straight in his head. I'm just not that way. I can only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; on one thing at time. Back to the movie it was great, can't wait to fill in all the details that you don't get in a movie that make books so much better. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;twilighter&lt;/span&gt;! Just a little side note, Edward is pretty sexy in a teenager vampire kinda way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Now I know why the girls are so in love. He can be the bad boy hero!&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/1645710457400471024-6431944376587865656?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/6431944376587865656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6431944376587865656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6431944376587865656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/Scca6SBMy0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nOLbKpVcelA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-6250648216329573321</id><published>2009-03-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:49:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cleaning~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccRceYOojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aSNo0PcciIo/s1600-h/105_8904%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316237066022855218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccRceYOojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aSNo0PcciIo/s320/105_8904%5B1%5D" 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;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I had the most amazing day today. It was one of those worshipful days. Is that a word? Anyway you either know what I'm talking about or not. Church was just awesome. God was there and I felt him. Then after church we went and grabbed lunch. We were suppose to be going to the Botanical Gardens to take pictures and spend the afternoon as a "family"! Well I guess you've already figured out by the sound of my voice we didn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Those ingrates we call teenagers put a kink in things. So I was mad that they were ruining my worshipful day and I let God know they were making me very mad. Anyway we came home and I started cleaning. Not just your normal cleaning. Oh no, it started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; straighten the pantry. Then that turned into &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccR5nZw8UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EIl5VVaEvJw/s1600-h/105_8906%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316237566661423426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccR5nZw8UI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EIl5VVaEvJw/s200/105_8906%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;throwing away stuff, that led to washing the floor and baseboards, that led to going through the shelves, that led to me making boxes to put sprinkles and jello in, that led to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; out the fridge, that led to washing down cabinet fronts that led to getting rid of clutter, that led to cleaning off the top of the fridge, that led to wiping down stuff on top of the cabinets, that led to mopping floors, that led to a beautifully clean kitchen 7 hours later! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; can be a good thing! Now if those same ingrates that made me mad could only clean up after their selves. What a world it would be. As you can see the kids are right there is nothing to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in this&lt;/span&gt; house!! Well if I were single there would be one meal. Diet Coke, tuna, applesauce, and grapes! To bad there are 4 other people that want to eat too. Dang now i have to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Hell! I hate that place that's why there are no groceries. Oh well such is life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccST6WYSVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nK0wdv6DS0A/s1600-h/105_8908%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238018424097106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccST6WYSVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nK0wdv6DS0A/s200/105_8908%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccSTPsdICI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cHLe2tRQeA4/s1600-h/105_8907%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238006973964322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccSTPsdICI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cHLe2tRQeA4/s200/105_8907%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-6250648216329573321?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/6250648216329573321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6250648216329573321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6250648216329573321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning.html' title='~Cleaning~'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccRceYOojI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aSNo0PcciIo/s72-c/105_8904%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-5750708615744849372</id><published>2009-03-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:54:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Scrapbook layouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccVupx4UKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ScEpmFJGo4k/s1600-h/new+scrapbook+layouts+3-21-09+003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/ScXHizSGSBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JWJbpIkh6NU/s1600-h/100_8898+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315874335876335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/ScXHizSGSBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JWJbpIkh6NU/s400/100_8898+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my layout I did while Vicki was driving home. It's my pictures of the roses Chris bought me for Valentines day. I think it's beautiful. He bought them just because they where purple and that's my favorite color. He's so sweet. I'm going to put it in a contest so go vote at Rockin R. I also did this one of Amanda's flowers Josh got her. They were beautiful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316241999473731250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SccV7o6k5rI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wM5NidZp09Y/s400/new+scrapbook+layouts+3-21-09+003+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1645710457400471024-5750708615744849372?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/5750708615744849372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-scrapbook-layouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5750708615744849372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5750708615744849372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-scrapbook-layouts.html' title='New Scrapbook layouts'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/ScXHizSGSBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JWJbpIkh6NU/s72-c/100_8898+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-743433337830934403</id><published>2009-03-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:22:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN</title><content type='html'>So I spent the week with my mom and daddy. We had such a great time. I spent it pretty equal between the two. Half the time in the shop with my daddy and the other in the house with my mama. The kids get bored but I love it. It cracked me up on Tuesday my mom started dinner at 4pm! Amanda is pointing and asking me is she starting dinner? I said yes and she said why? I said um I'm really not sure. We ate at 7! She made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; with macaroni noodles because she was out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; noodles and the nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grocerie&lt;/span&gt; store is 30 minutes away. I'm not kidding I could have made that dinner in 30 minutes. I think she may be turning into a turtle too!!! NO NO NO not yet. God help us all. So anyway I'll add pictures and more. I had a wonderful time and I'm so glad I went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-743433337830934403?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/743433337830934403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/743433337830934403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/743433337830934403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun.html' title='FUN'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-2936639164885800519</id><published>2009-03-08T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:03:37.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this weather!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbPgDUOLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a0vPzEVKfKg/s1600-h/100_8687%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310970182436665522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbPgDUOLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a0vPzEVKfKg/s200/100_8687%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbPTqjmdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hQIjDzpLd6o/s1600-h/100_8689%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310970179111590354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbPTqjmdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hQIjDzpLd6o/s200/100_8689%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbOt5jRLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6RNYE606f0Q/s1600-h/100_8692%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310970168973935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbOt5jRLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6RNYE606f0Q/s200/100_8692%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love us all going to church together as a family. I love Chris being off on Sunday. I love this weather!!! I love the sound of the birds singing, the children playing, and my sweet boy's laughing. I love the smell of fresh cut grass, and the look of the flowerbeds freshly cleaned out. I love the sun staying up longer. I love that it all happened on Sunday. My favorite day of the week. This has been the best day. A day of worship, and all these other things. We are so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Daniel and his bf Robbie have had a blast today playing air soft wars. I'm so glad to see Daniel laughing and having fun. I've missed it! Thank you God for a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-2936639164885800519?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/2936639164885800519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2936639164885800519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2936639164885800519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-this-weather.html' title='I love this weather!!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SbRbPgDUOLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a0vPzEVKfKg/s72-c/100_8687%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3696177742519443066</id><published>2009-02-25T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:41:58.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Hair Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaW7GqukjwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jjbPbyHLcrs/s1600-h/100_8651%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306853459149229826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaW7GqukjwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jjbPbyHLcrs/s400/100_8651%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's so AMAZING to have a hairdresser in the family!!! I went to school today and Amanda waxed my eyebrows and cut and styled my hair. I just wish I had been going and getting this caterpillars above my eyes done all along! LOL I had not been waxed since I was in cosmo. I just pluck and pluck! It's yuck and it hurts way more!!!!! Then she did the most amazing haircut so far and if i don't say so myself i look pretty darn cute :) :) :) I love that girl and I'm so proud of her. She has 4 hours left and she will be done with hours and ready to go to state board. WOW time has flown, this weekend she is going to SKILLS it's like UIL for technical school kids. I hope our girls do great. Go ELKS!!!! Oh, it's been such a great day. I'm so happy I love my new job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-3696177742519443066?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3696177742519443066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3696177742519443066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3696177742519443066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-hair-day.html' title='Great Hair Day!!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaW7GqukjwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jjbPbyHLcrs/s72-c/100_8651%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-968178688840771937</id><published>2009-02-23T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:46:37.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salon Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNzIpr2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/6UgbFspxr4k/s1600-h/100_8629%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNrB-B9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CPDEjoOmjos/s1600-h/100_8628%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306227957373470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNrB-B9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CPDEjoOmjos/s400/100_8628%5B1%5D" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNZfuzQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JDMZGx-QY4E/s1600-h/100_8627%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306227952666463490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNZfuzQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JDMZGx-QY4E/s400/100_8627%5B1%5D" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNeip93I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Stcw3ZGzs2g/s1600-h/100_8626%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today was such a fun day. My mom has been here all week, for the first time since I started working last year I have actually got to see her. We went shopping on Wednesday for just a bit. She loves the half price book store so we went there. I got this adorable little book called big hair! It is so cute. I has all these hairstyles from the 70's and 80's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;, there is some CRAZY hair in it. That's a story for another day. We just ran around for a bit and talked. Then today not"1-2-2004" but 2- 19-2009 she brought my granny in for me to give her a hair cut and style. Then I did mama's hair too. I asked her to take pictures of me since no one up here is scraps like "me". So she did, then one of the girls took one of the three of us. It's not very good, I have a dumb smile on my face, but it's precious to me because my mom and granny are in it. My granny asked me 6 times about this cross picture I have on my station. Can you take that cross off there and wear it for a necklace? No granny it's an antique that is mounted in the frame. Aunt Karisa bought it for me. Oh, sometimes I wonder if I'm going to be just like her? Probably! Chris already calls me Tommie half the time. Because I ask him things more than once. I keep telling him it's because I have so much racing through my brain! It was a wonderful day. I have been so blessed, God has given me the most wonderful gifts in my parents and grandparents. Thank you Lord for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1645710457400471024-968178688840771937?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/968178688840771937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/salon-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/968178688840771937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/968178688840771937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/salon-day.html' title='Salon Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaOCNrB-B9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CPDEjoOmjos/s72-c/100_8628%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3183742622732665172</id><published>2009-02-23T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:09:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaN_9bJNBCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2O_85mGckYk/s1600-h/100_8647%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306225479207683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaN_9bJNBCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2O_85mGckYk/s400/100_8647%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just finished my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; challenge page. This was such a cute sketch! I love it Angie. I'm going to do some of my Valentine pictures with this same sketch. These are pictures taken at the Ft. Worth Zoo back in December. Josh took Amanda to the Zoo one Sunday afternoon for a date. She says it was the best date they've ever had. She's always loved the zoo. It was one of her favorite places to go when she was little. Precious Memories. I wish I had an awesome computer so I could edit these pictures so you could see them better. Oh well to many more important things. &lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-3183742622732665172?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3183742622732665172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3183742622732665172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3183742622732665172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-challenge.html' title='February Challenge'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaN_9bJNBCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2O_85mGckYk/s72-c/100_8647%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-2930107632391792046</id><published>2009-02-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:29:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Great Granny's Banana Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NrHCI-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y0B5PqsvKYg/s1600-h/100_8611%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303258176488088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NrHCI-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y0B5PqsvKYg/s320/100_8611%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NQAn39I/AAAAAAAAADs/EtFZeaUIN7A/s1600-h/100_8610%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303258169213444050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NQAn39I/AAAAAAAAADs/EtFZeaUIN7A/s320/100_8610%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NBBObMI/AAAAAAAAADk/7Ce7wq8su9A/s1600-h/100_8605%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303258165189438658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NBBObMI/AAAAAAAAADk/7Ce7wq8su9A/s320/100_8605%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is one of the kids favorite things I make. Now it is also Josh's. It was my granny's, mother's, mom's banana cake recipe. My mom makes it the best, but I'm getting better: It was our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; Dessert. I thought I'd share it because it's really good and a favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2-3 very ripe bananas mashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3/4 Cup Crisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 3/4 cup Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 Cups Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1/3 Cup of sour milk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 tsp Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1cup of chopped pecans *optional*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;***If you don't have sour milk add 1tsp of vinegar to your 1/3 cup of milk before you start and it'll be ready by the time you need to add it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cream Crisco and Sugar together, add eggs mix in good, add bananas, vanilla, and milk mix well, then sift in dry ingredients. In a 9 x 13 cake pan sprayed with Pam, bake at 350 degrees until it tests wet done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The cupcakes I made took 25 minutes, the extra I put in a small cake pan took about 35 minutes. I start testing at 25 minutes and test every 3 to 5 minutes until it test done in the center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cool Ice with home made Butter Cream Icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is how I do it, it's how my mom taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1/2 bag of powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 stick of butter softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 cap of vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1-3 caps of milk to make it a nice workable texture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1645710457400471024-2930107632391792046?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/2930107632391792046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-great-grannys-banana-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2930107632391792046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/2930107632391792046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-great-grannys-banana-cake.html' title='Great Great Granny&apos;s Banana Cake'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZj1NrHCI-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y0B5PqsvKYg/s72-c/100_8611%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-8317797178020488784</id><published>2009-02-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:00:38.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Valentine Tradtions~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju1HSYSnI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZMrfIxw7jvE/s1600-h/100_8617%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251157485374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju1HSYSnI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZMrfIxw7jvE/s320/100_8617%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju02-56aI/AAAAAAAAADU/8ustS2Q4-4A/s1600-h/100_8619%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251153108724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju02-56aI/AAAAAAAAADU/8ustS2Q4-4A/s320/100_8619%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju0kGl9FI/AAAAAAAAADM/f6V9o8Qz8MM/s1600-h/100_8621%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251148040696914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju0kGl9FI/AAAAAAAAADM/f6V9o8Qz8MM/s320/100_8621%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251145614179666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju0bEEPVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O8GNz18aKP0/s320/100_8614%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju0vNCvdI/AAAAAAAAADE/xY76VRvzAmQ/s1600-h/100_8616%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251151020539346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju0vNCvdI/AAAAAAAAADE/xY76VRvzAmQ/s320/100_8616%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love precious moments that seem like they get caught in time and you can hold onto them as long as your mind will let you. One of the things we've always done is on Valentine's Day I made a fancy dinner and we gave the kids a card that reminded them how much we loved them. Chris and I have just never done presents for each other much. So this was our way of having a nice date without having to have a baby sitter and spending a bunch. I get out the most beautiful china ever it was my mom's my beautiful crystal that was my granny's sat on the table this year for the first time. We use to drink out of fancy glasses but I only have 5 and now our family has grown. I decorate with candles and hearts. It's just one of those precious moments full of memories. Well with everyone being gone yesterday doing their own thing I decided to wait and have our fancy dinner tonight when Josh could be there. Then it turned out Mari and Ryan were here. Of course there's always plenty at this house. As we sat and I listened to Chris pray for them and watched them laugh it was so truly amazing. I don't know why God has chose to bless us like he has but there are just those awe moments that are almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;. Tonight was one and in church this morning was one too. The music was perfect, the speaker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. This has been such a great day. As the kids grow and things change sometimes it's hard for me to let go, but tonight I realized I don't have to let go, I just have to be flexible. The kids that were extras said my mom hasn't ever done anything like this. We couldn't have gone out and had this nice of dinner or so much fun. That is what I want more than anything for every person that comes to this house to know that love lives here, and they will always have a place to go if they need something. This isn't ours anyway it's Gods. He's just blessed us with it for a time such as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1645710457400471024-8317797178020488784?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/8317797178020488784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-tradtions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8317797178020488784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8317797178020488784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-tradtions.html' title='~Valentine Tradtions~'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZju1HSYSnI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZMrfIxw7jvE/s72-c/100_8617%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-4367516510697708525</id><published>2009-02-15T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:37:21.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjs8qmoNKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xf8a4_m-AD8/s1600-h/100_8604%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303249088201372834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjs8qmoNKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xf8a4_m-AD8/s400/100_8604%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjs8QoVnGI/AAAAAAAAACs/AO233Bl79MA/s1600-h/100_8596%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303249081229220962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjs8QoVnGI/AAAAAAAAACs/AO233Bl79MA/s400/100_8596%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~Well here it is the first day of the dream~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a great first day in the Salon. I went to Armstrong McCall at 8:30 because I forgot to go get hair product! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; A hairdresser without Mousse' the horror!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; that could be the title of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; movie! Anyway back on earth. Austin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pyles&lt;/span&gt; was my first client and he arrived right on time at 10am. I started cutting hair and worked until 2:40 "not just on him" I did 8 haircuts and styles. They were all my clients so I didn't have time to do any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walk ins&lt;/span&gt;, there were 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;walk ins&lt;/span&gt; the receptionist said. It was the most amazing day! God's approval was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on this day. I came home a little tired but so excited. It was perfect! I seriously could not have asked for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I must say sometimes I look at Chris and wonder how long have you known me, like 22 years and yet do you know me? And then other times it's as if he reads my mind. He is my best friend and I love him more today than I did on our first Valentines 21 years ago. This year I walked into our room and on my night stand sat a vase full of one dozen purple roses. My favorite color! They were beautiful. He told me he was looking at red roses and just happened to see those. He said I thought to myself, in 20 years I've bought flowers but never purple roses and that's her favorite color and flower so that's what I'm getting today. He does get it most of the time!&lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-4367516510697708525?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/4367516510697708525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4367516510697708525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4367516510697708525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjs8qmoNKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xf8a4_m-AD8/s72-c/100_8604%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-4662670387836244810</id><published>2009-02-15T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:18:43.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day ~ New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpBGvUaaI/AAAAAAAAACk/CpswyOYtUQ4/s1600-h/100_8587%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244766426982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpBGvUaaI/AAAAAAAAACk/CpswyOYtUQ4/s320/100_8587%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpA6C95XI/AAAAAAAAACc/r9z-FieAOCY/s1600-h/100_8586%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244763019732338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpA6C95XI/AAAAAAAAACc/r9z-FieAOCY/s320/100_8586%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAtPwPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P78k-bzSRpA/s1600-h/100_8584%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244759583702274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAtPwPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P78k-bzSRpA/s320/100_8584%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAZFL5EI/AAAAAAAAACM/XNUnPYD0RTE/s1600-h/100_8583%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244754170668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAZFL5EI/AAAAAAAAACM/XNUnPYD0RTE/s320/100_8583%5B1%5D" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAZfzVfI/AAAAAAAAACE/QUo6tHMN5xY/s1600-h/100_8582%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244754282305010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpAZfzVfI/AAAAAAAAACE/QUo6tHMN5xY/s320/100_8582%5B1%5D" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjnf83qBPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E10AGaafl78/s1600-h/cake"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243097330287858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjnf83qBPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E10AGaafl78/s200/cake" 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;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;February 13, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today was my last day at State Farm, it was bitter sweet. It's sweet because I'm getting to try my dream. It's a "little" bitter because I've made a bond with the girls I work with. They are sweet and we spent a lot of time together so we know each other. They are so funny, Alison sent Jeannie to On the Border to pick up lunch for us. Well, Jeannie told me she was going to Mexican Inn to take a pen holder and some pens for advertising and then she was going home for lunch. So then about 11:30 she walks in and I said I thought you were going to lunch when you got done, and she looked at me with this blank look and said oh yeah I was. I just thought she was being dingy! "sounded like something I'd do" Oh no she had gone and got the lunch and forgot what she told me. She was lieing!!!! We had a great lunch, we laughed and talked. Keri made me a cake. It was so sweet and they all chipped in and gave me a $30 gift card to Sally's. I do the whole office's hair so I will get to still see them. We had a nice day. Art was gone. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then after work I went and got Vee and we went to Keller to scrap with our girls in our meet up group. It was another fun Friday night. I was taking my stuff to the car and Chris says so where are you off to? I said my once a month scrap night at Angie's house. He said so last Friday was your once a month scrap night at Tammy's, and next week will be your once a month scrap night at Vicki's? I laughed and said well maybe they will come to our house, I'm sorry you have no friends to scrap with. He looked at me and with the most serious face says well how am I suppose to feed all these kids? "his car is a two seat er" I said well I guess you ask them what they want and go get and bring it home, eat a sandwich, or order pizza. He said oh, yeah ok well have fun. I smiled and said I will. Bye. It was so funny. If I die ya'll better come take care of him!!!!! I'm not sure he could function.&lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-4662670387836244810?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/4662670387836244810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4662670387836244810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4662670387836244810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-day-new-day.html' title='Last Day ~ New Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZjpBGvUaaI/AAAAAAAAACk/CpswyOYtUQ4/s72-c/100_8587%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-755169341419978739</id><published>2009-02-12T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:06:52.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Adventure Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT-C4XcXmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1fMqxtfQ5ZE/s1600-h/100_8578%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302141986765823586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT-C4XcXmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1fMqxtfQ5ZE/s200/100_8578%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT-C9wNceI/AAAAAAAAABs/zlHjE6N3EeY/s1600-h/100_8573%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302141988211880418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT-C9wNceI/AAAAAAAAABs/zlHjE6N3EeY/s200/100_8573%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT9gEitYEI/AAAAAAAAABk/5uUtlBz6UbA/s1600-h/100_8577%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302141388738879554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT9gEitYEI/AAAAAAAAABk/5uUtlBz6UbA/s200/100_8577%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT9CV5oweI/AAAAAAAAABc/zk72QOKncoM/s1600-h/100_8581%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140878002373090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT9CV5oweI/AAAAAAAAABc/zk72QOKncoM/s320/100_8581%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well tonight I went and put some of my stuff in up in my station. I am so excited. These aren't the greatest pictures but I had to have something to mark the day. I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in a dream that started 20 years ago. It's truly amazing! Manda and Robert went with me, before we left I said would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; come over here and pray with me. I didn't expect them to pray I just wanted them to be with me. I finished my prayer and Amanda started praying, it was so beautiful, she prayed God would help me confident that I knew what I needed to know to do my job, it was so beautiful, and then Robert prayed and he prayed God would send me the exact people he wanted and that they would be blessed and happy when they left. I cried because it was such an amazing thing to have your children pray over you. Amanda told me yesterday she was so proud of me. It was a strange feeling to hear your child say they are proud of you. It's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;. I am blessed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1645710457400471024-755169341419978739?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/755169341419978739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-adventure-begins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/755169341419978739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/755169341419978739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-adventure-begins.html' title='The New Adventure Begins!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZT-C4XcXmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1fMqxtfQ5ZE/s72-c/100_8578%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-6916142714459788415</id><published>2009-02-11T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:08:26.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not waiting on a phone call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM9yV2HD4I/AAAAAAAAABE/UDbnLSCpydQ/s1600-h/100_8548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301649121412059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM9yV2HD4I/AAAAAAAAABE/UDbnLSCpydQ/s320/100_8548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday February 7, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is what two beautiful girls look like mad at their boyfriends. ~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Manda and Mari were mad cause the boys weren't doing what they thought they should. So instead of sitting around crying about it they went to a party. Their first college party! It was at my cousins so i "pretty much" trusted them. They made great choices so I was very proud of them. What made me even more proud was that they didn't hang around and let some dumb boys ruin their evening. If I'd been 18 and it was Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; probably hung around waiting on a stupid phone call. They are smart girls, and they are beautiful inside and out. I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-6916142714459788415?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/6916142714459788415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-waiting-on-phone-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6916142714459788415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6916142714459788415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-waiting-on-phone-call.html' title='I&apos;m not waiting on a phone call'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM9yV2HD4I/AAAAAAAAABE/UDbnLSCpydQ/s72-c/100_8548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-684508070415895416</id><published>2009-02-07T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:17:24.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM_s2ENxcI/AAAAAAAAABU/JyYldqG81EI/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301651226005194178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM_s2ENxcI/AAAAAAAAABU/JyYldqG81EI/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM_j1henFI/AAAAAAAAABM/QHAH4xPu68I/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301651071240674386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM_j1henFI/AAAAAAAAABM/QHAH4xPu68I/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;! Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt; came and got me and we went to our friend Tammy's house. Tammy needed some cheering up and we all three talked, laughed, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooked&lt;/span&gt;. It was so much fun! I got 11 pages done and I never get that much done. But, I was on a roll. We got to her house about 6:15pm, I don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt; really got going until about 10 "that's her good hours", and the closer it got to midnight the more hair~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;larious&lt;/span&gt; things got. Paper was a fly~in. Then we realized it was 2! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt; and I started loading our stuff up. We left headed back to my house and then she went on home. It was so much fun, we had laughed until we nearly cried. It was AMAZING!!! I got in bed about 3:30 and then up about 8:30. I had hair to do this morning. Now I'm hungry and sleepy and my next appointment should be here any minute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; life is good. I am so blessed that God has given me a wonderful husband that lets me go play with my friends, and great girlfriends that love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; husbands and love God. We have so much fun and we don't even DRINK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; that? &lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-684508070415895416?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/684508070415895416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/684508070415895416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/684508070415895416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SZM_s2ENxcI/AAAAAAAAABU/JyYldqG81EI/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-6377336810533710273</id><published>2009-02-05T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:08:13.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just an observation, I was going back and reading my blogs and cracked myself up. I guess I never realized how much I say amazing and excited. It's no wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; love me so. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always this excited and amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; should want to be with me every minute of the day. Just watch out for the days when I'm not excited and amazing because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:b#@$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b#@$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp;*!&lt;/span&gt; and cussing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ya'll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-6377336810533710273?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/6377336810533710273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/laugh-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6377336810533710273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6377336810533710273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud!!!'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3601280559277955969</id><published>2009-02-05T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:55:26.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After All These Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a new song by Journey. Chris and I have always loved Journey, and this is an amazing song. I told him when we heard it the other night this needs to be our song. It's been 20 years soon! That's a long time. A lot of love, laughter, and tears. And, God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; knows we've had our share of saving grace. I am so thankful for the man Chris is. I love him more today than yesterday. He is my best friend, even on the days when I look at him and wonder what planet he really is from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt; I love him with all my heart. I am so thankful to God that he has been with us and changed us from the inside out. Chris, thank you for all the years of hard work. I am proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faded wedding photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me in our first dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in one sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since those days the world has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows we've had our share of saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; have given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains we have climbed to get this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to take the laughter with the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fires that we walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds we never lost our faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a house we've made our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where our children all have grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious moments time can not erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' up and down the gypsy highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons that we've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beared&lt;/span&gt; to share apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in my heart I always keep you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights that I was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stood strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause with our love there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights that I was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed, believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stood strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause with our love there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-3601280559277955969?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3601280559277955969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-all-these-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3601280559277955969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3601280559277955969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-all-these-years.html' title='After All These Years'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-4313344068390033268</id><published>2009-02-05T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:17:43.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Business Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYtocGeVKaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ucVmKKfNfNE/s1600-h/card.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299444218514975138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYtocGeVKaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ucVmKKfNfNE/s320/card.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok here's my cute business cards! I love them. And isn't Hair with Flair great! That was the name I wanted for my own salon, when that was my dream 20 years ago. I am so excited and just can't wait to get all my new hair stuff. It's going to be so much fun!!!! I want Amanda to get well so she can make me cute! Hope your all having a good day (playing nertz) do you two do anything? I am also excited to hear my friend Krissi's news. You go girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See ya'll later~Dee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-4313344068390033268?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/4313344068390033268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-heres-my-cute-business-cards-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4313344068390033268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/4313344068390033268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-heres-my-cute-business-cards-i-love.html' title='My Cute Business Cards'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYtocGeVKaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ucVmKKfNfNE/s72-c/card.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-6217233293398411883</id><published>2009-02-03T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:18:20.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYkGGSt6BcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsCBB3EleN0/s1600-h/th_870391901_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298773141751465410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYkGGSt6BcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsCBB3EleN0/s320/th_870391901_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;! This has been such a great day!!! I gave my two weeks notice, and they responded very well. I am going to work at Grand Salon, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Burleson&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait. I start on Valentines Day. What's so cool about that is, 20 years ago on Valentine's Day not only did it snow, but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cosmetology&lt;/span&gt; license came in the mail. Cool fact! HUH? I sent out an email to my work address book, and I already have 7! appointments the first week I start. I am so every excited. I know God is going to do great things. I just can't wait to see what all he does! So that's today's exciting news. Grand Salon is in Burleson on 780 NE Alsbury Blvd. If you'd like to make an appointment you can call 817-426-4615&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-6217233293398411883?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/6217233293398411883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgosh-this-has-been-such-great-day-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6217233293398411883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/6217233293398411883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgosh-this-has-been-such-great-day-i.html' title='New Journey'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYkGGSt6BcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsCBB3EleN0/s72-c/th_870391901_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1786685378291689543</id><published>2009-02-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:18:47.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winner Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfDO7Z5K_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QavfvyZAoew/s1600-h/At+the+Farm+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418147856559090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfDO7Z5K_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QavfvyZAoew/s320/At+the+Farm+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am so excited! My friend Vicki asked me if i looked at our meet up groups web site and I said yes. She said did you look at all of it? I said no, she said did you look at the sketch for February? and I said no. She said "well go look." So while I was looking I realized I won the prize for January's sketch! That's so crazy!! I hated this page when I first started working on it, but after I finished it i liked it. So I just had to add this to my blog. This was taken in November when we went to the Christmas Tree Farm to get our Perfect Christmas Tree. It's Robert and me, Amanda and Daniel, and just a pic of the farm. It was a wonderful day. Just the five of us. We played and had so much fun. I'll never forget this day. Good times, good times!!!!&lt;/span&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/1645710457400471024-1786685378291689543?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1786685378291689543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-excited-my-friend-vicki-asked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1786685378291689543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1786685378291689543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-excited-my-friend-vicki-asked.html' title='The Winner Is'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfDO7Z5K_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QavfvyZAoew/s72-c/At+the+Farm+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-3549425713990221831</id><published>2009-02-02T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:05:34.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfB2siBbZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R2TrjPf84Vg/s1600-h/100_8512%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298416632035634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfB2siBbZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R2TrjPf84Vg/s320/100_8512%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;We had a great weekend. It had started with some dread. This was our Disciple Now Weekend. We were a host home. At first we were going to have the boys group at our house, I really wanted them to be here. Daniel has been on restrictions and I wanted to keep him close, but Sam thought him and Robert weren't getting the DNow experience being at home. So I reluctantly agreed. On the flip side of the agreement was our 7th &amp;amp; 8th grade boys. OMGosh! There are a couple of them that I just thought I couldn't stand. Well it turned out they are all just precious. Chris and I had the opportunity to get close to a new group of boys that need a lot of love. It really was a refreshing time and I had so much fun with them. We had the same college boys that were here last year and I love them dearly. Our boys and Manda had a great time with their groups. God spoke to each of them and they came home renewed and excited. Amanda said it was the best DNow she's been to. I think she says that every year! LOL However, I am glad since this is her last one that it was great. I was really tired but even I feel refreshed and have seen the face of God this weekend. I am so thankful for all God has done for us and all He continues to do. We so don't deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With that said tomorrow starts a new adventure in my life! It's crazy because I'm at peace in my heart and I feel God's leading but in my head I hear all the reasoning why this decision is dumb. I know in my own life that is how satan works. He uses my emotions to get me off track. So, now that I've recognized that every time something pops in my head that's telling me don't do this I just tell God I trust you not me. I am turning in my two week notice and going to work in a Salon doing hair! I haven't been in the salon in a long time. I've always done hair just not in a salon. I've taken a couple of classes just to get some new ideas, and I am so excited. I am a little stressed about the notice thing. I really need to work for the next two weeks so I can buy some things I need for the salon, and pay a couple of bills. I know that God is leading this so I know he will provide for us. I also know I need to be able to make money to pay the lease, and make a paycheck. If all of you pray for me as I make this change it would mean the world to me. I just need patience and wisdom from God, encouragement, and help. This really is like a dream. I can not wait to see what God is going to do. It also allows me to be way more flexible, that way I can work with Sam on our summer mission trip "Down the Street Week", and work with David on VBS, and still be around for the boys this summer. We've just had so much happen I just need to be home more! They don't need a baby sitter, but they need mom to know what's going on and where they are. Well I think that's about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-3549425713990221831?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/3549425713990221831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3549425713990221831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/3549425713990221831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SYfB2siBbZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R2TrjPf84Vg/s72-c/100_8512%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-5562215413666331188</id><published>2009-01-28T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:11:22.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Well we had our Annual Ice day in North Central Texas. School was originally suppose to start at 10am but they called it completely off about 9am. The roads and driveway were pretty bad but i came to work about 10:45 and it was better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had a great weekend. Saturday I got to go with my best friend Vicki to scrapbook. We have so much fun together! She makes me sin by taking me to Michael's and forcing me to by out of the $1 bin! And I make her sin by cussing. Because Crap is a cuss word you know. LOL I always ask her when she's mad do you want me to cuss for you? LOL We have the best group of friends. And we all have so much fun together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Sunday our family went to church. I love it when Chris doesn't have to go to work on Sunday. Church is so much better when we're there as a family. Our pastor preached a great sermon. God most definitely had an appointment with me. I've been praying for direction and peace about a decision I've been struggling with. I believe that God is in control of it. I've had peace about it , but I'm just a little scarred in my head about it too. That's always a hard place to be. At peace and scarred at the same time. Then we went to Braums for lunch, it's our Sunday hang out. Then we went home took and nap, and I had  a birthday part to go to on Sunday afternoon, it was fun. I was dredding going home cause I had 14 loads of clothes to wash. When I got home Chris had been washing the whole time I was gone, and there were only 3 loads left to do. I was so happy. He's such a great husband most of the time. I love him dearly most of the time.LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went to my scrap room and finished some stuff I had been working on Saturday. I still have a lot of pictures from last year to scrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today the computer was up and running so I downloaded a couple of pages I have done, one for a challenge the other for a contest. I got them emailed. Now I'm at work and as you can see I'm not doing much work. It's not fun!!!! I want to be home with all the other powell's. Daniel was up early and on his skateboard with no wheels going down the steep sidewalks on ice. Wish I had a picture of that! He and his friends had fun. Robert was still sleeping at 10:30 when I came to work. Amanda was curled up in her bed watching tv and talking to Josh. He was out of school today to. I left instructions with them to vacum and do laundry again. So we will see what the little "dears" get done. I guess that's about it. Tonight I'm going to try to work n this and make it more "fun"! Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-5562215413666331188?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/5562215413666331188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5562215413666331188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/5562215413666331188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-day.html' title='Ice Day'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-1128935043857978019</id><published>2009-01-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:51:01.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zebra Jacket Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaYRl0Z5MqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ormcw0V_gCg/s1600-h/100_8635%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306948552322790050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaYRl0Z5MqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ormcw0V_gCg/s400/100_8635%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm so excited! Today during lunch I went shopping and got a couple of great deals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I worked last night sorting pictures so I can know what I want to use on my scrapbook pages. Man I've got a lot to do to finish last years book. But when I get done it will be the best book i've done yet. That's exciting too. I think this year for Valentines I want to do something special with Chris. We never go out on dates or buy each other presents so i'm going to come up with something fun for us to do. Valentines is on saturday, so that will be the perfect day! :) Hope all of you are having a great day too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-1128935043857978019?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/1128935043857978019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-excited-today-during-lunch-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1128935043857978019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/1128935043857978019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-excited-today-during-lunch-i-went.html' title='The Zebra Jacket Shirt'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDKt0caqklA/SaYRl0Z5MqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ormcw0V_gCg/s72-c/100_8635%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-7091688361336332660</id><published>2009-01-13T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:53:32.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Day Two~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Here is the next blog. I am trying to figure this thing out! LOL You would think as long as I've had a myspace and all things I've learned on there i'd be able to do this. Well that doesn't seem to be the story here. This is kinda like facebook, i never did really get that figured out. Today has been a fairly calm day. I called my friend at lunch and she was scrapbooking with our our other friends in our meet up group. I was lonely and then I was really lonely and wanted to be with all of them. So I went shopping for an hour and that was fun. It would have been better if I'd had someone to go with. I signed up for my first swap and I'm excited about that. It's a ribbon swap. I'll have some cool ribbon to use on my scrap book pages. Well I hope this comes out. I have no idea why the other one you have to highlight in order to see it. I don't know if I pushed a button or what. Talk to ya later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My quote for today is: "Our pursuit of hapiness is accomplished when we make others happy." Douglas M. Lawson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-7091688361336332660?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/7091688361336332660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7091688361336332660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/7091688361336332660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two.html' title='~Day Two~'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1645710457400471024.post-8756743488868328619</id><published>2009-01-12T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:19:44.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Day One~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok, Let me start by saying welcome to my blog! My name is Deanna, my close friends call me Dee. I am the mom of three teenagers. My daughter Amanda is 18 and senior in high school. Then I have twin sons Robert and Daniel they are almost 15 and will be going to high school in the fall. I am married to my high school sweetheart. We will have our 20th wedding anniversary this August. I work for an insurance agent and I cut hair. Daniel plays soccer, Amanda is Cosmetology, and Robert is a reader-gamer. We have a very busy life. Chris (my hubby) and I are active youth leaders in our church's youth group. I help direct VBS and am co-director of our major home mission trip call Down the Steet Week. I love to scrap book and I read when i have time. I don't watch much t.v..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1645710457400471024-8756743488868328619?l=deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/feeds/8756743488868328619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8756743488868328619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1645710457400471024/posts/default/8756743488868328619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deanna-days-withteens.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one.html' title='~Day One~'/><author><name>Deanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577878179245688789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
