tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373777372024-03-07T16:15:57.830-08:00The Daily BeeThe Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.comBlogger448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-39532400619964125792014-06-16T14:03:00.001-07:002014-06-16T14:03:28.362-07:00Paperback vs Technology<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFY_jniDE2C3MbYZNLcQuOxfVve1yG_4od60eebX7xKspb0cEZVwKKZgu6skmMeHY8keZtsljG9C-AL1FsnLm5mmIoH8JaKXwFiyEkyL5EcJZcDSyuGqWo2FYmOOk_7nMg7qFWw/s640/blogger-image--299503198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFY_jniDE2C3MbYZNLcQuOxfVve1yG_4od60eebX7xKspb0cEZVwKKZgu6skmMeHY8keZtsljG9C-AL1FsnLm5mmIoH8JaKXwFiyEkyL5EcJZcDSyuGqWo2FYmOOk_7nMg7qFWw/s640/blogger-image--299503198.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When Kindles and other readers started coming out, I stood by my bookshelf and declared "there's nothing like paperback!" - even though I didn't own a reader. The feel of a paperback (I don't like hardbacks) between your hands, turning the page and dog earing the corners to mark your spot - nothing like that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But, I got Kindle for iphone a year or so ago and I read one book on it. Just one. It wasn't enjoyable, There was no page turning. So, I went back to buying paperbacks. Glorious $15 paperbacks that I loved looking at on my shelf waiting to be read over and over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1athLAftBEw6Q2KE3MwkMZOVRMC35kuqpEShnTb7BlGEOtPdV-GKNXTP30VYnSofWrBMMECwnyJfVIjlv8ebQ4n54pkvsqD0_qmhs2t3b9izhKPSHzh4JQ286p7tn1yTyKzJBQ/s640/blogger-image-727897086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1athLAftBEw6Q2KE3MwkMZOVRMC35kuqpEShnTb7BlGEOtPdV-GKNXTP30VYnSofWrBMMECwnyJfVIjlv8ebQ4n54pkvsqD0_qmhs2t3b9izhKPSHzh4JQ286p7tn1yTyKzJBQ/s640/blogger-image-727897086.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A few weeks ago, I got an iPad mini and downloaded the Kindle app - giving it another try. The first book I put on there was Julie Lessman's <i>A Passion Most Pure</i>. I loved it. No, there was no paper, no dog earing, no pretty book on the shelf. But there was convenience. I had an electronic bookshelf in my small purse. I could make the words bigger <i>- I need this now that I'm getting older, you know thirty-one</i>. Glorius Kindle had a new fan and I quickly forgot about my stand for paperback.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the cool thing? I usually get my books for <i>free</i>. Thanks to publisher specials. <i>Now</i> that I love!</div><br></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-81817141269787118952014-06-15T23:02:00.001-07:002014-06-15T23:02:04.884-07:00Greatest thing Dad's ever done...Today is <i>Father's Day</i>. A day when boys, girls, men and women celebrate the special Dad's in their lives. I can't let today go by and not tell you about my Dad.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhlh9EgfAk2QzIM_ry4ZroWlBs0mIzwetHEAKETuwhK2J6ZxT2dV9k_cSPkxjcaeJ-bTQDHAZIgOb6bwIGFqCyyBGlYiGCormISyELEpGlcYuo4cX55yL8O_MU8hCpFYHgx8llQ/s640/blogger-image-781889812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhlh9EgfAk2QzIM_ry4ZroWlBs0mIzwetHEAKETuwhK2J6ZxT2dV9k_cSPkxjcaeJ-bTQDHAZIgOb6bwIGFqCyyBGlYiGCormISyELEpGlcYuo4cX55yL8O_MU8hCpFYHgx8llQ/s640/blogger-image-781889812.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My Dad is often misunderstood. He has a dry sense of humor and people don't often get him - I relate to him in this because I have the same sense of humor. Dry with a load of sarcasm thrown in. There is nothing worse then someone that doesn't get just how awesome your parent is or what an amazing person they are. Not everyone gets it and that's ok. But I want to shed light into the person I call Dad.</div><div><br></div><div>Not every little girl has memories of their Dads, let alone memories like mine. When I dig back into my brains memory system, I remember seeing my Dad do things that I thought every Dad did. I was blessed in the fact that when I was little, we never went without. By the time I came along into the family, my Dad had a successful business. So I enjoyed many things that I took for granted because it was just all I knew. But even with all this, my favorite memories of my Dad weren't the camping trips, luxury weeks in Tahoe or on the coast or the fine restaurants he would take us to after a long day fishing because he'd say, " I want you to be well-rounded". It wasn't the new cars or the stable home, never moving from house to house. What I loved most about my Dad was watching him with homeless people that he would find and give them food and a bible study. It was the church bus he bought so he could pile my siblings and I in each Sunday morning to pick up the bus kids for Sunday School. It was knowing my Dad was out the door every weekday morning before 5am and headed to the church to pray. Without fail. These are the things that impacted my life and really made me into the person I am today. These things made me strive to be better, to measure faithfulness by him. </div><div><br></div><div>My Dad is not perfect. Far from it. But if there was one thing that my Dad's life would tell you, he knows how to overcome. His life has not been easy. As a human being. As a father. But one thing remains, he always has found his way back to the foundation that he built for our family. A foundation that has withstood many trials and heartache. Many joys. He, <i>along with my mom</i>, built our family on God. Made Him the chief cornerstone. </div><div><br></div><div>This the <i>greatest</i> thing He has ever done and will ever do. Because of this, I serve God today and will do so for as long as I am on this earth. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank you, Dad. For all you did and continue to do.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-75636588875055829702014-06-13T23:48:00.001-07:002014-06-13T23:48:26.491-07:00Do you recognize me? Hello Daily Bee!<br />
It's me, Deb. Yes, I know it's been over a year and that wasn't even a long visit, but I have missed you. Truly. For real. No joke. My trusty friend. We go way back. Too far back for me to desert you. I've thought about changing your name, deleting you all together because, we'll, let's face it - you were my listening ear for a lot of the good, the bad and the ugly. A lot can change in a friendship as long as ours. A lot. But I thought about it long and hard and figured, new readers would appreciate our old conversations if they ever dug around. So, let's get reacquainted now. I'm no longer that twenty-something that wrote about little things here and there. Now I'm the thirty-something that will write about... well, little things here and there.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Hello again. </i></span><br />
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Everything had to do with love! Perfect month for it. I made heart shaped sandwiches, we had a little candy table and we had a "make your own hair accessory" table. <br />
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Fun day with a great lesson geared towards these little girls ages. <br />
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I loved every minute of it. <br />
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On February 5th my sis-in-law, Sonia, said goodbye to her 20's and hello to her 30's. we celebrated with a birthday dinner on her actual birthday at CPK, quick and a bit hectic since we all had a meeting to attend that night. <br />
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Two days later, we gathered together and my mom and I cooked some of Sonia's favorite foods. <br />
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-Stuffed mushrooms (one bite if pure creamy, salty, cheesy goodness - pic below)<br />
-Veggie medley (seriously the best, sweet, salty - corn, bell peppers, onion, sugar)<br />
-Sour Cream Mashed Potatoes<br />
-Chicken Cordon Bleu' (My mom has been making this for years, one of her most requested foods. It's am-a-zing)<br />
-Red Velvet Cake and cupcakes with cream cheese buttercream frosting (chocolate, creamy goodness! I tried a new frosting recipe and loved it!) <br />
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I'm not far behind Sonia in saying hello to my 30's :( but I'm so glad she's gone before me, makes it a little less scary. lol<br />
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HAPPY, HAPPY Birthday to my sis! I love her! <br />
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The flu was ready for me, apparently. Woke up this morning, Saturday with sickness. Went along with my day, errands here and there and by afternoon it really hit me. <br />
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I'm still hoping its just a bad cold. That this fever is just a few hours thing. I'm hoping. <br />
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Take it from me, being a germ phobic and thinking I'm some flu superhero is all nice. But I'm not feeling it tonight. <br />
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Here's to another season. I'm still hoping. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbNpwoSOAW4kCeRY-yKkkoMzPlm8O57Xk9uRzWcVglucRLMsqUdPwQScWUsCKHTcYILC2ivA7KQKDhMsmALSHPvDLAJog257oKjagVExCcaj5Ip-elVAWSEewq6QarQnGyiWa1Q/s640/blogger-image-770735066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbNpwoSOAW4kCeRY-yKkkoMzPlm8O57Xk9uRzWcVglucRLMsqUdPwQScWUsCKHTcYILC2ivA7KQKDhMsmALSHPvDLAJog257oKjagVExCcaj5Ip-elVAWSEewq6QarQnGyiWa1Q/s640/blogger-image-770735066.jpg" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-81306649289741223602013-01-21T22:59:00.001-08:002013-01-26T23:43:44.986-08:00The World of Parks & RecreationI've never seen the show. But today I found out that they were filming a few miles away from my house and without thinking, I jumped in the car and drove towards the spot - The Orange Circle. <br />
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As I drove up, I thought that they most likely had the area around it closed off. But they didn't! This was a chance to get an up close look at a TV set. <br />
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As I circled the circle, I had my phone camera ready and was snapping away like a crazy paparazzi. <br />
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I didn't get to see the stars, actually I wouldn't know who they were if I did. Maybe just the blonde, Amy Pohler.<br />
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I was a bit starstruck just seeing the gaffers and cameras. <br />
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We served cake and sat around having a good ok' time - the night could not have been better for <strike>two of</strike> the most amazing people on this earth. <br />
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<I>"The older I get, the less time I want to spend with the part of the human race I didn't marry."</I> - Robert Brault <br />
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They met at a Catholic hospital in Pasadena, CA in their early 20's, she found him annoying and he thought he was the cream of the crop :). They fell in love and through ups and downs stuck together. They married, a few years later married. Here they are today, examples of love and overcoming tough times, hardships in life . Good times always outweighed the bad and they shared all this with their kids. <br />
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Now five kids, three kid-in-laws and two granddaughters later - they're celebrating this milestone. <br />
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I love them. Happy Anniversary to my beautiful parents. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6RSPy275yJs2gQui6o6__mUlYnlq_CO8jZ7rmErSAZbAY3yXty4-LsKjIvvw8GqTtRbHBM7j1h5D1LHyA8SpJ4mVrdVc2ZyPDj1EqqPOqYeU-7zY-emu0x3D_FGfzJbteVjuJg/s640/blogger-image-367567503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6RSPy275yJs2gQui6o6__mUlYnlq_CO8jZ7rmErSAZbAY3yXty4-LsKjIvvw8GqTtRbHBM7j1h5D1LHyA8SpJ4mVrdVc2ZyPDj1EqqPOqYeU-7zY-emu0x3D_FGfzJbteVjuJg/s640/blogger-image-367567503.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig14d483xmc2-C9fx9l7nLN3vrBGqqTjh6O5iLS3ZdLNkwVNPsOTaQh2ttakwxqMuUGFkYe-Kh46mUz86t113dlAP3cxTmP77zy8rkZfbBtU_fvbbN7CXnYcJuRkcBfVnzM_0u7A/s640/blogger-image--120942028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig14d483xmc2-C9fx9l7nLN3vrBGqqTjh6O5iLS3ZdLNkwVNPsOTaQh2ttakwxqMuUGFkYe-Kh46mUz86t113dlAP3cxTmP77zy8rkZfbBtU_fvbbN7CXnYcJuRkcBfVnzM_0u7A/s640/blogger-image--120942028.jpg" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-42879174185267177182013-01-19T21:55:00.001-08:002013-01-19T21:58:59.423-08:0040-year Chocolate CakeTomorrow is a special Anniversary for my parents. 40 years. A banquet with all our family together, friends of theirs from decades ago and new friends. That was the ideal plan, not happening. Thanks to this economy, we are having an intimate family dinner and night with just the "kids". The banquet will have to wait until later this year or the 41st. <br />
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For the "night in" celebration, my 2 1/2-year-old niece helped me make a chocolate cake that was worthy of a 40 year celebration. <br />
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A few splatters here and there, chocolate all over her face, we got it done and tomorrow we'll hope that it's THE cake that makes these two amazing parents of mine feel celebrated. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4SGIy766_iqF4KpnwonItW7uZuIqV_59Rq33niinQKvdnoH6anISrblzSNLkLi5gVVT4U1ze-fiDrJi-CldqRA4YMFXLi276my4WUiDQKQsmL2wCks6fUOdQdDIwPn7AnjrwYA/s640/blogger-image-937055750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4SGIy766_iqF4KpnwonItW7uZuIqV_59Rq33niinQKvdnoH6anISrblzSNLkLi5gVVT4U1ze-fiDrJi-CldqRA4YMFXLi276my4WUiDQKQsmL2wCks6fUOdQdDIwPn7AnjrwYA/s640/blogger-image-937055750.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrD6C804Wh3-oxFFGxOdfPtqvCfnxPzlAY9bLKL_R8NTU_124r8oJAKeUOmqqmmYHv_AVbVo-3fPTDuKEVHFZ-KSx0mabHHbtepVKQwK5h0aF_9_nYQtq715INYtz5Mh14G0NeQ/s640/blogger-image--1647567303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrD6C804Wh3-oxFFGxOdfPtqvCfnxPzlAY9bLKL_R8NTU_124r8oJAKeUOmqqmmYHv_AVbVo-3fPTDuKEVHFZ-KSx0mabHHbtepVKQwK5h0aF_9_nYQtq715INYtz5Mh14G0NeQ/s640/blogger-image--1647567303.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhe3lBS3j0x41Lqr3Bek7CrNabnKNCMYoQmS5aV4_K0Q5q48RbgG2d72uuB8xeOt7eNDIIWdIOMoIZF6Crg34xUB4pLtTHEZnaNUEu4OjiqOYAg9cXWsp9vFuilDayUMoMHxTSw/s640/blogger-image-477234271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhe3lBS3j0x41Lqr3Bek7CrNabnKNCMYoQmS5aV4_K0Q5q48RbgG2d72uuB8xeOt7eNDIIWdIOMoIZF6Crg34xUB4pLtTHEZnaNUEu4OjiqOYAg9cXWsp9vFuilDayUMoMHxTSw/s640/blogger-image-477234271.jpg" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-50188184365190740902013-01-18T22:58:00.001-08:002013-01-18T22:58:17.069-08:00A magical place...Disneyland. Pure magic. The smell of cinnamon and sugar around every corner, the musky feeling of water in the air, twinkling lights at night, music that takes you back to your childhood, cold brisk nights and people smiling. That's what I see, smell, hear. <br />
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It's pure magic. <br />
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California Adventure, the little sibling of Disneyland smells of fresh orange groves, burnt sugar, sounds of Coney Island (what I'd imagine it would sound like, like the scene from Beaches), tortillas, sprays of water, vineyards and carefree attitude. <br />
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It's a place where you can let your hair down and pretend you are a Californian. Oh wait, I am. See, it even has me dreaming. <br />
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Seeing this through the eyes of someone so young, that's what makes it magical. It never gets old. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0W-akEZfArs9wye2e9B2lVz3J4onx_0w00UVPhsLvRE0sl8QvOwJq-QWwFjA6dC47Fd968-iNq6fh7PgfD1CZRbuH9WhbkfkwZCAfO11mNnRHUXOO_jPF1ymcI8BQe-YnXJSDCQ/s640/blogger-image--1805613129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0W-akEZfArs9wye2e9B2lVz3J4onx_0w00UVPhsLvRE0sl8QvOwJq-QWwFjA6dC47Fd968-iNq6fh7PgfD1CZRbuH9WhbkfkwZCAfO11mNnRHUXOO_jPF1ymcI8BQe-YnXJSDCQ/s640/blogger-image--1805613129.jpg" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-51425084976429195752012-06-17T00:06:00.001-07:002012-06-17T00:06:45.414-07:00Famous Home - Diane KeatonI started "pinning" Famous Homes on my Pinterest a while back, definitely favorite pastime when I'm tucked away in bed with my mind going a hundred miles an hour and a couple of times during the day when I find a few moments. <br />
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I think homes, architecturally and design wise are beautiful. You may ask "why famous homes?", well I find it interesting to see what 'they' choose to design the interiors, what kind of homes these people choose to live in, some extravagant and some humble. Sort of. <br />
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So for my first "Famous Home" entry, a great actress that matches the home she lived in. I think it's rustic and beautiful. There's something about the warmness of the nighttime glow that makes me want to drive by or even sit on the porch of this Spanish style abode. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGse9Ii-q8tm_3DYU2kmzUJmTQOdLdSWX0n_3w_ENv2R0Gb2EODW_fjC-5BlNpDpHOXI-qCCALt49MZ9veMy99WqMrV3klnjFtjV2AZaEDKrYuaFb0Xs1bUmaRclrplG5hsfErMw/s640/blogger-image-1839840699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGse9Ii-q8tm_3DYU2kmzUJmTQOdLdSWX0n_3w_ENv2R0Gb2EODW_fjC-5BlNpDpHOXI-qCCALt49MZ9veMy99WqMrV3klnjFtjV2AZaEDKrYuaFb0Xs1bUmaRclrplG5hsfErMw/s640/blogger-image-1839840699.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RI9F2aeyAcMfJU4Z_wjUNNLxN-aEV67pv_nbU0X55ZbyjtAy4oNEz62D_Qv9eOemJsphFSfU3DJrYa6v1OfHTIY_WFCEhj9ImWhzrOtuGeU4oObEvVNp9Ug6Dfa5e2NcXgrIdg/s640/blogger-image--1714312426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RI9F2aeyAcMfJU4Z_wjUNNLxN-aEV67pv_nbU0X55ZbyjtAy4oNEz62D_Qv9eOemJsphFSfU3DJrYa6v1OfHTIY_WFCEhj9ImWhzrOtuGeU4oObEvVNp9Ug6Dfa5e2NcXgrIdg/s640/blogger-image--1714312426.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZgJ5-FbS22uMpL3g6Y4UgDS-zcubpho8UtD_F1ZnsvcRN9hunZtNKdo-wH4LGD8qqM6_cejXN_m8fdincDjZSlCWEp_I4VSRHsAJb7P-At1n_A-ZfOerOdG7NHiur41-QN8qJg/s640/blogger-image--1106927827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZgJ5-FbS22uMpL3g6Y4UgDS-zcubpho8UtD_F1ZnsvcRN9hunZtNKdo-wH4LGD8qqM6_cejXN_m8fdincDjZSlCWEp_I4VSRHsAJb7P-At1n_A-ZfOerOdG7NHiur41-QN8qJg/s640/blogger-image--1106927827.jpg" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-76552965932722326672012-06-12T23:42:00.001-07:002012-06-12T23:45:31.577-07:00Sugar & Spice Baby ShowerI have a new niece coming in July, that makes two little princess' for our family and to my brother and sister-in-law. I along with my mom did a Sugar & Spice decor for her baby shower two weeks ago. My Sis-in-laws sisters did a yummy spread of salads and sandwiches. We kept it a small affair, just close friends and some family - compared to my first nieces shower this was a small event! <br />
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I made most of the decorations, I prefer it that way, and was so happy with it all! <br />
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Come and gone. You may say, 29? Not old. Not even close. I would agree but I can't help but feel like the past ten years have swept by me, leaving me feeling a but claustrophobic, a bit petrified as to where the next year, five years, ten years will take me. <br />
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If you told me where I'd be today ten years ago, I'd have argued with you, told you that wasn't the plan. But alas, this is reality. I'm here not where I had planned but I'm here. <br />
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All in all, I welcome the turning of another year. Means I have breath in my lungs, life in me and there is still always a plan. Maybe not my own, but a plan nevertheless. <br />
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Thank God for another year. <br />
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As many times as I've said "I'll be posting more", I most definitely will now. <br />
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Thank you Blogger for getting with the times. <br />
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The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-65684939043834826922012-01-20T12:14:00.003-08:002012-01-20T20:54:24.710-08:00Kitchen LoveLike everyone else out there, I think <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/">Pinterest</a> is the best thing since.... Facebook. Of course when I first joined, no one was on there! It was so new and fresh, now everyone and their Grandma has one. (on a sidenote, does anyone else find it strange when you see a man follow you or pinning? <em>I do.)</em><br />
My love for home decor has gone to the dark side. Dream, dream, dream and dream some more of brass hoods, headboards, black moldings, high back chairs, white cupboards, turquoise cupboards, beautiful lamps and so much more. <br />
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My <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/home-sweet-home/">"Home Sweet Home"</a> section is busting at the seams. Here are a few of my favorite Kitchen Spaces. Be sure and read the small print. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Disclaimer: <em>I'm not responsible for lighting the fire under any of you or helping you get or futher your addiction. </em></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723334756/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="733" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723334756_IN5AKNpc_c.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.bhg.com/kitchen/cabinets/makeovers/low-cost-kitchen-cabinet-makeovers/#page=5" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">bhg.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723488097/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="415" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723488097_txpvrzQY_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://fortheloveofahouse.blogspot.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">fortheloveofahouse.blogspot.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723580700/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="371" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723580700_YxoMjf2d_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.houseofturquoise.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">houseofturquoise.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723333200/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="600" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723333200_7PBjwykn_c.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.tumblr.com/likes" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">tumblr.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723339368/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="345" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723339368_P1FoHlyx_c.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://theproperstranger.tumblr.com/post/8996761510" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">theproperstranger.tumblr.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723515629/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="733" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/18718154670958253_d8pZsNwV_c.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.bhg.com/decorating/storage/organization-basics/room-organization-tips/#page=3" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">bhg.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723518523/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="370" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723518523_RzNQAimp_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.houseofturquoise.com/2011/02/garrison-hullinger.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">houseofturquoise.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div>My favorite. This is what I would dream of, dream of dreaming of. I love it all. Every last corner and crevice of this beautiful kitchen. The only danger would be, I'd be so paranoid about messing it up, there'd be no cooking going in it. Just a prized room to look at. Like a beautiful painting. <em>sigh</em>. <br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723484529/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="368" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723484529_lMc1o0tN_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.cococozy.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">cococozy.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div>(same kitchen, other view)<br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/163114817723484524/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="368" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/163114817723484524_FVz3fTiP_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.cococozy.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">cococozy.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/bumbledeb/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Deb</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
Did you get all warm and fuzzy? Because I did. Excuse me while I go pin. <br />
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I haven't paid too much attention to the movies, award winning shows and up and coming actors lately. My sister and I used to do a little bet, we'd pick our winners, even though we didn't know who half the people were or what the movies were about. I would try to win the bet by researching the plots, see who was a favorite and then cast my vote. On the line was dinner out, then the loser would pay for dessert. I bought a lot a dessert over the years. I think <em>still</em> owe. <br />
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This year, the morning of the Golden Globes 2012, I decided to record the red carpet. I figured I'd see what all the ladies were going to wear. I'm glad I did. There were beautiful dresses and some major fails. Here are my picks, top to bottom - top being the least offensive/favorite. We'll start with the fails first and leave you on a positive note. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Madonna in Reem Acra. I'm not a Madonna fan. Yes, I'm an 80's baby. But I've never liked her music or her style. So I wasn't surprised to find her on my "bottom" list. This dress is too tight/small on top, strange on the bottom. I also think it just doesn't match who she is...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yOaoamTvPdgPmMIf7m9M11Sp3kHopvxPBme6ngAnY9lGAcJ8QXi7zFpuWvMRyDde6Y-mfn9rBD4IJtRHBzxYH_ppTRKigOYQuTOS-WBnVceCw9W-qOtIc3Po9wxYJUyn3lNxCw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-madonna-fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yOaoamTvPdgPmMIf7m9M11Sp3kHopvxPBme6ngAnY9lGAcJ8QXi7zFpuWvMRyDde6Y-mfn9rBD4IJtRHBzxYH_ppTRKigOYQuTOS-WBnVceCw9W-qOtIc3Po9wxYJUyn3lNxCw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-madonna-fa.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Angelina Jolie in Oscar De La Renta. This was voted as the Best Dressed here. Why oh why? The minute I saw her, I couldn't help but ask "Why?!". I don't like anything about this gown. MAYBE if the red flap was in the same color as the dress? And a different colored clutch? Maybe. Tina Fey <a href="http://www.instyle.com/">said</a> it well - <em>“She looked like a Space Waitress</em>". Ouch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFdOa6Uqzlc1oJd8w3sjRPQNQoCJbQy4iwFlh-jJ7YkzJwKS8cfFk-2osyv1JvbxnprCkL1R93FvMTsIx-H_vp0YWxzi6HDoim5RLC7P4MfEJmUfFIts9H4insv0Tpx9yf2moFQ/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-angelina-jolie-fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFdOa6Uqzlc1oJd8w3sjRPQNQoCJbQy4iwFlh-jJ7YkzJwKS8cfFk-2osyv1JvbxnprCkL1R93FvMTsIx-H_vp0YWxzi6HDoim5RLC7P4MfEJmUfFIts9H4insv0Tpx9yf2moFQ/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-angelina-jolie-fa.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Evan Rachel Wood in Gucci. I love Gucci. I dislike the dress. Plunging neckline, shear on top with sequins and covered in a green bird farm on the bottom. Oh no. Oh no...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sarah Michelle Geller in Monique Lhuillier. In an interview, she said that she laid out a selection of dress and accessories and her two-year-old daughter picked out everything! Sweet, yes. But not when millions are looking and pictures are being taken and plastered on all the magazines and website (and blogs). I like her, but the dress was a bad, bad choice. Also makes me wonder why Monique Lhuillier would have this in her collection... hmm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIXry5CL9aoYJm72nCRRS-U9eyExQHy0NiwUDSYw-fr0UmQQPBX9Ar0MZ1trHZz_C0Of30TAVdfywLLCCzDNhyztzIUQlrLUhMIUB8Miy3T7rWX03JgoKgSt26SKBpZiPIbO7YA/s1600/sarah_michelle_gellar_golden_globes_2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIXry5CL9aoYJm72nCRRS-U9eyExQHy0NiwUDSYw-fr0UmQQPBX9Ar0MZ1trHZz_C0Of30TAVdfywLLCCzDNhyztzIUQlrLUhMIUB8Miy3T7rWX03JgoKgSt26SKBpZiPIbO7YA/s1600/sarah_michelle_gellar_golden_globes_2012.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lea Michele in Marchesa. I'm at a complete lost. I'm not sure why a sweet girl, normally in beautiful soft gowns, would wear this. She looks lost in it. Like she's trying too hard to be sexy. Didn't work for her. Not.at.all. That is why, I see her has my least favorite of the night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqivoXY7IbYBikuJ7QORSPJPTP7CFke7gYw0yFMLBWQ6DjP8vcEBwoLha5ommrbAfwh8AhqwLyCn4Jfs41rTXwy2G2-BgBfGSgH-GPziBuJWtQGxiddFOMiAYAFwTrYAMOvY74rw/s1600/mullet-dresslea-michele-golden-globes-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqivoXY7IbYBikuJ7QORSPJPTP7CFke7gYw0yFMLBWQ6DjP8vcEBwoLha5ommrbAfwh8AhqwLyCn4Jfs41rTXwy2G2-BgBfGSgH-GPziBuJWtQGxiddFOMiAYAFwTrYAMOvY74rw/s1600/mullet-dresslea-michele-golden-globes-2012.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nicole Kidman in Versace. I think she is beautiful. Gold-studded, pale beige dress with her strawberry blond hair. I think she always looks amazing. This was no exception. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-8JFvtCJwsqPhw_rKrB0d_D0npthH3wYBlmCw4LSl5sMcU9dSqeDeHnQiS_G01vxYc5DJKmbab8vmAxMIZNs9rGzmcmAHF5iJg4SJ3FhK61-LVBCT5QWxtLMLzz1OKkuSsQlpw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-nicole-kidman_fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-8JFvtCJwsqPhw_rKrB0d_D0npthH3wYBlmCw4LSl5sMcU9dSqeDeHnQiS_G01vxYc5DJKmbab8vmAxMIZNs9rGzmcmAHF5iJg4SJ3FhK61-LVBCT5QWxtLMLzz1OKkuSsQlpw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-nicole-kidman_fa.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Salma Hayek in Gucci. There were a few things out there about this dress, not good things. But I can't help but like it. It reminds me a little bit of Cleopatra but Cleopatra 2012. Love the gold and black. I think she looks gorgeous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGeCBCKAKxEBwNlYQY0JO9rZijur99s2PnEe7d064i_ex0O17wywwSDO6JoVX-jtZFm_9TvTFnk3jHUVCBTZfSiQHaaALIRqXjYn49DDf0MAHYz3MOeNB1Bn-0cH5SegmlctERw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-salma-hayek_fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGeCBCKAKxEBwNlYQY0JO9rZijur99s2PnEe7d064i_ex0O17wywwSDO6JoVX-jtZFm_9TvTFnk3jHUVCBTZfSiQHaaALIRqXjYn49DDf0MAHYz3MOeNB1Bn-0cH5SegmlctERw/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-salma-hayek_fa.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Sofia Vergara in Vera Wang. I don't know who she is, never watched her show, after seeing her I think she is very, very loud - it irritated me a bit. I thought her dress was gorgeous. Loved the deep navy and the textures. Looked like waves coming down, just beautiful! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Octavia Spencer in Tadashi Shoji. Plus-sized, beautiful actress. I loved that she picked lavender, her ebony skin and this lavender dress were made for each other! Just beautiful. Perfect choice for her body shape.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jessica Alba in Gucci. I was shocked to hear that some people, fashion police, didn't like this dress. It was almost my top. I thought she looked beautiful in it. Anyone could have worn this and looked gorgeous. The color, the glitz. Perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD7pkYkJcAeqABg2KgFXreKUvKHT2qjyR7fvX7gbFHk4nBo2WpPGgIWBtmqytrgkeaV1611Zya-mgOBYw5wfm29905_hL34Ih2FEv-ePq9-GworBukEEr2bt-z12DDAIgmEqr3w/s1600/Golden-Globes-2012-Best-Dressed-14-435x580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFD7pkYkJcAeqABg2KgFXreKUvKHT2qjyR7fvX7gbFHk4nBo2WpPGgIWBtmqytrgkeaV1611Zya-mgOBYw5wfm29905_hL34Ih2FEv-ePq9-GworBukEEr2bt-z12DDAIgmEqr3w/s1600/Golden-Globes-2012-Best-Dressed-14-435x580.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Viola Davis in Raoul. <em><strong>MY FAVORITE</strong></em>. Why you ask? I'm aware there's no glitz, no ruffles or sashes. But the color, the fit, the SHOES. I think that's what sold me. When I saw her walk across the screen, the bronze shoe came out and it was like the icing on the cake. Loved everything about her outfit. Loved it all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJ1JGavsDnUa7vQmamsmILdyd8yBZn7RHdKhkR8-71zBztfaAEGae6Ly2PG2uj8ZgIIkaG0DXseotzPLIIw2wQftDl5jzIaHpw3VZ4vzEU9Br8o1wdV284KxN0SaQ957fVGP8pw/s1600/viola-davis-2012-golden-globes-red-carpet-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJ1JGavsDnUa7vQmamsmILdyd8yBZn7RHdKhkR8-71zBztfaAEGae6Ly2PG2uj8ZgIIkaG0DXseotzPLIIw2wQftDl5jzIaHpw3VZ4vzEU9Br8o1wdV284KxN0SaQ957fVGP8pw/s640/viola-davis-2012-golden-globes-red-carpet-01.jpg" width="431" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">On a side note, Elle Macpherson didn't make it in either category for me. But did you know that she is 49 years old? There must be some mistake. I've never seen a 49-year-old look this good. She looks younger than me! Well, almost. You go...<em>girl</em>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf3xr2gVlA-SneMOdY-aY7-CIodrtQlMdBFOlUW6qrAZMqB4bJOZJ-Edp-kUjfBC9vRHxL5CwIy84s9dDi16UU9hyphenhyphenZHNviBudLFQE3gXGcjq6eK7b2oUEe-efDhS7wbOONVT51w/s1600/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-elle-macpherson-zac-posen-fa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nfa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihf3xr2gVlA-SneMOdY-aY7-CIodrtQlMdBFOlUW6qrAZMqB4bJOZJ-Edp-kUjfBC9vRHxL5CwIy84s9dDi16UU9hyphenhyphenZHNviBudLFQE3gXGcjq6eK7b2oUEe-efDhS7wbOONVT51w/s640/0112-best-dressed-golden-globes-2012-elle-macpherson-zac-posen-fa.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until the Oscars... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85680/bee609/f80aa7b021ee8fe80d7dd89197e29101.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-65578720532150716822011-12-31T14:30:00.000-08:002011-12-31T14:30:32.770-08:00Two-Thousand and Eleven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhc2kqI6UoRfPLDYkURraM_K7G4Vxz6Iwrf6SuZ4PCBc7_iDS6F2Uc-QHIc8HnP9SWs1ktIiVWWHeky0RDEEIvSKtHjdQzqlhWIUpeDLrXv55nuX7P3CUlFYFS78ZBoadAfxpMA/s1600/The+deocrated+cookie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhc2kqI6UoRfPLDYkURraM_K7G4Vxz6Iwrf6SuZ4PCBc7_iDS6F2Uc-QHIc8HnP9SWs1ktIiVWWHeky0RDEEIvSKtHjdQzqlhWIUpeDLrXv55nuX7P3CUlFYFS78ZBoadAfxpMA/s400/The+deocrated+cookie.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(via </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chiccookiekits/4228786913/sizes/m/in/photostream/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Decorated Cookie</span></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It's after 2:00PM. December 31st, 2011. The last day of the year. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I always have mixed feelings about the last day of any year. Sometimes I'm glad to be done with the year I just went through. Sometimes I'm sad that time is going by so fast. It can be depressing. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>This year is a little of both. Mixed feelings. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm looking forward to the year <em>Two-Thousand and Twelve</em>. If I could list all the amazing things that are going to happen, I would. But I'll be sure and post them when they do. This is no wishful thinking. Just a fact. And I'm so excited!</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I say goodbye to <em>Two-Thousand and Eleven</em>, you were'nt bad to me. You weren't the best. But I am sad to see you go. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Until tomorrow... when we say hello to a <em>New Year</em>. <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85680/bee609/f80aa7b021ee8fe80d7dd89197e29101.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-75637711143652328222010-12-30T22:41:00.000-08:002010-12-30T22:51:30.348-08:00Embracing the good and the badI haven't blogged in a while... so here it goes. It's fitting, that I post one last blog before we close out the year 2010. <br />
This past year has had it's up and downs... I've noticed that the older I get the tougher things seem to be... Living in the bubble of none/few responsibilities and issues in life and the world is gone. <br />
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This may sound funny, but turning twenty-seven was tough for me. I have <u>no</u> idea why, but for some reason it was the turning point and I was hit with the reality that time is going by. <u>Fast</u>. And I have no control over it. This particular birthday was not that much of a celebration. <br />
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Dark days covered the year 2010, but I am happy to say, I believe those days are coming to an end and a new chapter is opening up. :) One thing I've learned, God <em>IS</em> faithful. He is. He is everything I thought He was and He will continue to BE everything. <em>What an assurance</em>. <br />
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The one thing, besides God, that got me through a tough year... my amazing family. I love them so much. How lucky am I to have such amazing parents and siblings? When you need someone to lean on, there are plenty to call on. When one ignores your call (Peter) you can just go to the next and find one that has the time to listen... yes they're great. ;) They are the most important people in my life. My best friends. If only everyone had such amazing people to love and love them back. <br />
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The <strong>brightest</strong> spot of my year was on July 30th at 10:22AM - Rylie Drew entered into the world and <u>made me smile</u>... <em>every day</em>. She is beautiful and bright and I see her fulfilling every dream that her family, <em>especially her mommy and daddy</em>, have for her. <strong>She is and will be amazing</strong>. <br />
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I wish everyone in the entire world a year full of overflowing blessings and <em>World Peace</em>... that last one was for my Dad. hehhh hehhh. <br />
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God Bless one and all... <br />
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Hugs,<br />
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Rylie (now 4 1/2 months) and Sofia (10 months) visited Santa for the first time. You can see that it was a normal visit.<br />
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Today marks the anniversary of when I started at the company I'm at. I've managed to move up to the highest position, right under the boss. Manage the office and supervise the employees. <br />
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I should be thrilled. Six years is a big achievement in this non-committal world we live in. Jobs, marriage, children, church - these things seemed to be put on the back burner. <br />
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But, this is how I'm feeling right now. <br />
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<em>If you're looking for a good post, don't read any further. It goes downhill from here. </em><br />
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Cry is what I'd rather do. I am overworked and underpaid. That is a no brainer. I sit at a desk 40 hours a week and my creative mind is about to go nuts. <br />
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About 4 years ago, I was ready to make a change. I prayed about it and felt the "go ahead". But, fear got ahold of me and I decided to just hang on for a little while longer... six years later I regret not trusting my decision and God's "ok". <br />
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So, now I'm waiting on God again, to help me make a big decision. <span style="font-size: large;">A big scary one</span>. <br />
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<em>This is not a great post but I needed to vent. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was just <strong>too lazy</strong> to write two post, so I <strong>meshed both</strong> in one.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's talk about the Milestone first. </span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>As of November 8th</strong>, I have been blogging for <strong>four-long-years</strong>. It seems so much longer, but that's it. Four years. I've pretty much lost all blog readers, I'm sure, but I've kept on because I like to look back and see what I've been up to, how I've matured, what I dealt with on that same day and who was important to me at that time. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Birthday, Daily Bee. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Now onto the second topic - Christmas Gifts.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I've already purchased my first gift, for my nephew Cristian. I've been scouring stuff for everyone else, but I just keep coming up with stuff for Rylie Drew. <em>Poor spoiled child</em>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Here is what I've listed so far and plan on purchasing for her... </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuqDGZ6FBZW8VK0Pxxef6GXNJDFQe4AKSRaw664cefG90bMRIH9EKSORwbZrhp0g6EZ3h0A3XcGk095MTgekj1bZ_bo5ZCjD0NWuAU6BI233_bn2G4V8O5tOzeYYurUsflrG_4g/s1600/My+Pictures1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuqDGZ6FBZW8VK0Pxxef6GXNJDFQe4AKSRaw664cefG90bMRIH9EKSORwbZrhp0g6EZ3h0A3XcGk095MTgekj1bZ_bo5ZCjD0NWuAU6BI233_bn2G4V8O5tOzeYYurUsflrG_4g/s640/My+Pictures1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Handmade dolls on Etsy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sources:</em><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61406689/custom-felt-doll-you-pick-hair-and"><em> Left</em></a><em> / </em><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61466617/washable-bunny-suited-lovie-doll-you"><em>Right </em></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bhRu9RQpBVnIxpwF_-94SW07UAkY4vx9zJC6saQJwq-8qdgQUoU9RW-czk6Pjrt3efvoM1lskf_oBhjk_IvF_mZvtsPvr0d3I_XzzP4BKgDe8kidFAuHJFBMyUxai5NktGUlpg/s1600/My+Pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bhRu9RQpBVnIxpwF_-94SW07UAkY4vx9zJC6saQJwq-8qdgQUoU9RW-czk6Pjrt3efvoM1lskf_oBhjk_IvF_mZvtsPvr0d3I_XzzP4BKgDe8kidFAuHJFBMyUxai5NktGUlpg/s640/My+Pictures.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Handmade Tuxedo Dress (love)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sources: </em><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/58794408/tuxedo-mini-dress-alexander-henry-pick"><em>Left</em></a><em> / </em><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/56615456/tuxedo-mini-dress-vicki-payne-damask"><em>Right</em></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8gC4bQBcZGMKZALZnaQz48KdQN7anVzo1SQWDT2cwLcixwUlGuZCZzYQD7zJIe8qJpiSQ0-DzBGD70bLoRk-Qya1oNcWVn9-nCU9bV5apJ4Oa4k9vf3slSG-2TjwQUzXsQCDIA/s1600/My+Pictures2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8gC4bQBcZGMKZALZnaQz48KdQN7anVzo1SQWDT2cwLcixwUlGuZCZzYQD7zJIe8qJpiSQ0-DzBGD70bLoRk-Qya1oNcWVn9-nCU9bV5apJ4Oa4k9vf3slSG-2TjwQUzXsQCDIA/s640/My+Pictures2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vintage Owls and Shabby Chic Pillow Covers</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Sources: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49303646/2-totally-yellow-pottery-owls-hoot-hoot">Left </a>/ <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/56485308/two-new-16-inch-handmade-cushion-throw">Right </a></span></em></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>The last wasn't meant for Rylie, obviously. I can use my blog as a hint source too... so hint hint. ;) </em></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85680/bee609/f80aa7b021ee8fe80d7dd89197e29101.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-35120085861928186522010-11-05T12:27:00.000-07:002010-11-05T12:27:53.473-07:00Pain, Pain go away...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pJqWqThqXdM-k4XeKBQhOLV4rzVHoL9JN0NpjdpX4KACwu55QjUcw6UWcNwkmiK_wRpoNnjI24YghPnCJj-Pu8e4pcFFsdWaMNYurtuhF_4e9gAWCltOTqMWbE1twdo5JVwElQ/s1600/backpain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pJqWqThqXdM-k4XeKBQhOLV4rzVHoL9JN0NpjdpX4KACwu55QjUcw6UWcNwkmiK_wRpoNnjI24YghPnCJj-Pu8e4pcFFsdWaMNYurtuhF_4e9gAWCltOTqMWbE1twdo5JVwElQ/s320/backpain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but pain has become my new "friend". Or enemy. <br />
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I've dealt with sciatica, lower back pain, and neck pain for years due to my job. I sit 99% of the day and it takes a toll on me. It got to the point where I needed to treat it and went to the doctors and was told to start Physical Therapy. <br />
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One week later, I got hit by a car. Girl tried to cut me off and pass the bus and slammed into me instead. Car was fine, I was shookened up because this was my first car accident with me driving. I felt fine, just nervous and went home. <br />
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That night I was in so much pain, felt like someone had beaten me with a cement block. <br />
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I went to the doctors to be evaluated and was told to do some exercises and just go to Physical therapy. <br />
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I did just that, for three (long) weeks and cried, for three (long) weeks. <br />
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Finally, after it was done and the physical therapist said that I need more treatment so go back to my doctor, my doctor sent me to a pain and wellness center. <br />
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I thought, more money, more pain medications, more missing work... oy. <br />
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I had my first visit there today and let me tell you, I am one happy girl.<br />
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First off, my docs office in Newport is swanky. But this office, was swankier. Seriously know how to do it, by the ocean, sea breeze. Nice. I felt like I under dressed, needed some heels and a cocktail dress. lol<br />
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I expected them to hurt me, push and probe and I was wrong. I got a massage. A massage... won-der-ful. I haven't felt this good in weeks and weeks. <br />
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This is going to do the trick... I know it and I can't wait to get off the loopy meds and be myself again... no more tear fest and irritable Deb. I'm sure the whole household will breathe a sigh of relief when it's done. I know I will. <br />
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Looking forward and ready to say "ta ta" to pain. <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85680/bee609/f80aa7b021ee8fe80d7dd89197e29101.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>The Daily Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16088326973623272943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37377737.post-86929189530962210002010-11-01T14:39:00.000-07:002010-11-01T14:39:22.120-07:00Props Props PropsI've been <strong>very focused</strong> on my Photography for the past few weeks. <strong>Huge blessing</strong> rolling in and I'm am booked for November. <strong>Booked booked booked</strong>. And it feel so good I could just jump up and down... but I'd probably hurt myself and my pain management doc would probably shoot me. <em>So <strong>I'll just smile, really big</strong></em><strong>. </strong><br />
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I purchased the below props today on Etsy and I <strong>absolutely</strong> <strong>adore</strong> them.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnv39Rds8oAXrn-IMy5JlPW4K2c6uzzUv-XRHdRsUO9pqxUr4O_yBf14yZ-jZiDJusfWoVxgN6HgwajD3a7iM6sbVRRuefQdA1TdSAG16qw2bRIFjRN4_4Zjm7xWLjq4tfsd6IQ/s1600/il_570xN_167858657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnv39Rds8oAXrn-IMy5JlPW4K2c6uzzUv-XRHdRsUO9pqxUr4O_yBf14yZ-jZiDJusfWoVxgN6HgwajD3a7iM6sbVRRuefQdA1TdSAG16qw2bRIFjRN4_4Zjm7xWLjq4tfsd6IQ/s640/il_570xN_167858657.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This little guy is going to help me when I have kids in the session... so cute and it's a bee! <strong>Love it</strong>.<br />
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