<?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-5024506</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:24.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah...Hallelujah...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dissolved by Thy goodness I fall to the ground - And weep to the praise of the mercy I’ve found</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-6329532281469076058</id><published>2008-05-03T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:52:52.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes Andrew randomly does things that crack me up.  For instance, he'll randomly start singing part of a song in a really goofy falsetto voice...and he'll have this really goobery look on his face.  And it is hilarious.  A couple of the songs that he does this with lately are "Apoligize" by One Republic and "A Pocket Full of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingfield.  We'll be either laying in bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/6329532281469076058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=6329532281469076058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6329532281469076058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6329532281469076058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-andrew-randomly-does-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-1170954578533100641</id><published>2008-04-09T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:53:46.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, we have been sleeping with the windows open and a big box fan blowing on us.It is glorious.This is my very FAVORITE sleep.  I sleep so heavy.Also, it makes me think of sleeping with the attic fan on at home (KC).  I miss that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/1170954578533100641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=1170954578533100641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1170954578533100641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1170954578533100641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/04/lately-we-have-been-sleeping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-973083801260881850</id><published>2008-03-13T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:21:55.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a quick note to say that we're headed to IL tomorrow for Andrew's Spring Break.  I am SO excited.  we fly out tomorrow morning and come back a week from this sat.  We will be staying with Andrew's parents.I CAN'T WAIT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/973083801260881850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=973083801260881850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/973083801260881850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/973083801260881850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-quick-note-to-say-that-were-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-6634068047368020218</id><published>2008-03-01T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:22:37.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some of my fave. songs lately.  posted for the music, not the videos.  just listen.love is youapologizethe way I amclick on "los angeles"say it rightbe be your love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/6634068047368020218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=6634068047368020218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6634068047368020218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6634068047368020218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-of-my-fave.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-6822328130173935455</id><published>2008-02-28T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:41:52.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah.  we sold my car.  that is good.  except now we only have one car (if you can consider the 88 Nova of Andrew's a car...its really more like a go cart thats about to die) (can't afford to buy another one) and that is really interesting.just an update.I'M READY TO GET OUT OF JACKSON, MS!  AHHHHHHHH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/6822328130173935455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=6822328130173935455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6822328130173935455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6822328130173935455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-8218272848895835448</id><published>2008-02-28T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:13:34.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet fancy Moses, this song rocks my face off.  i totally love it.  I have a live version of this on a cd from an old radio station in Kansas City (97.3 the Planet, which was awesome.)  Sterophonics recorded it live in the Planet's studio one time, and it made it onto a "mix cd" that the station put out of live music from their studio.  I also really enjoy their song, "Dakota."  Which means I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/8218272848895835448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=8218272848895835448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8218272848895835448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8218272848895835448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-fancy-moses-this-song-rocks-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-1401791618052791435</id><published>2008-02-13T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:32:48.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So at about 5:20 this morning I am awakened by something.  I realize my husband is stirring.  Then I am being pushed off my pillow.  I'm asleep and like, 'what the heck is going on?'  Then I'm really pushed off my pillow and so I sit up and look behind me on my pillow, and there is my husband's head.  He looks at me and goes, "Hi, Honey!"  It was hilarious.  I am thinking he is talking in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/1401791618052791435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=1401791618052791435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1401791618052791435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1401791618052791435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-at-about-520-this-morning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-1059020458220474316</id><published>2008-01-16T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:50:17.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so telling.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/1059020458220474316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=1059020458220474316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1059020458220474316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1059020458220474316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-so-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-8542741070527039118</id><published>2008-01-15T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:39:02.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I really need to update, because a lot of people probably really have no idea what i'm up to these days.I'm still doing the 8 to 5 at the same place.Andrew graduates in May. Yes, this coming May. He will be done with school forever (unless he some day goes back to get his Doctorate, which is not on the agenda at all). He will have his Masters of Divinity from RTS. We are both really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/8542741070527039118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=8542741070527039118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8542741070527039118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8542741070527039118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-guess-i-really-need-to-update-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-2958857615666565912</id><published>2007-09-13T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:22:02.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/2958857615666565912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=2958857615666565912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/2958857615666565912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/2958857615666565912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpsolofemininity.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-5109295523801118980</id><published>2007-09-06T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:35:23.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kendon gets married tomorrow.SO.  Weird.I'm going to cry during the wedding.  Bah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/5109295523801118980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=5109295523801118980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/5109295523801118980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/5109295523801118980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/09/kendon-gets-married-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-3309283768056108528</id><published>2007-06-08T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:22:58.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Order it now.(You HAVE TO at least listen to the tracks, dang it!)Go.  NOW!  What are you waiting for?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/3309283768056108528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=3309283768056108528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3309283768056108528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3309283768056108528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/06/order-it-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-3649144371443928686</id><published>2007-04-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:00:26.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh.  my.  gosh.Lord, please help us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/3649144371443928686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=3649144371443928686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3649144371443928686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3649144371443928686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-8901470075814962108</id><published>2007-04-13T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:12:17.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone... I have this great Hanson song stuck in my head.  Check it out.  go to itunes, search for "hanson"  then scroll down to podcasts, click on "taking the walk" then go to the 2.5.07 episode of "taking the walk teaser 4."  I don't know if this song is going to be on the new album out May 22nd but I absolutely love it.  LUHVE.  IT.  I can't get it out of my head.  I love the old school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/8901470075814962108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=8901470075814962108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8901470075814962108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/8901470075814962108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/04/everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-6399562056532888807</id><published>2007-04-04T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:19:46.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love it, love it, and love it.(All can be found in the link to the right, "Ladies Against Femininism".)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/6399562056532888807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=6399562056532888807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6399562056532888807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/6399562056532888807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-it-love-it-and-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-7263360618678865822</id><published>2007-03-12T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:08:27.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/7263360618678865822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=7263360618678865822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/7263360618678865822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/7263360618678865822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/03/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-5614413590845263105</id><published>2007-03-06T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:26:54.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone, this is a website that has become very dear to my heart.Please read and please pray for Ian and his family.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/5614413590845263105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=5614413590845263105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/5614413590845263105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/5614413590845263105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-this-is-website-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-9125001263778595210</id><published>2007-03-01T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:28:02.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recommendations:1) Fetzer wine or Kendall Jackson wine.They're white and a little sweet and not dry, imo.  I quite like them.2) If you haven't tried making this before, you have to.  Buy a pork butt roast at the grocery store.  (They are pretty big...the size of a crock pot...I'm trying to think of the poundage....4-8???)  This is the exciting part:  Kroger puts them on sale about three times a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/9125001263778595210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=9125001263778595210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/9125001263778595210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/9125001263778595210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/03/recommendations-1-fetzer-wine-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-2113482149465624047</id><published>2007-02-28T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:14:27.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh....some of my readers may be interested to know....Kendon is officially getting married.  Yes...He proposed to Elizabeth last Friday...They hope to be married this September.The end.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/2113482149465624047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=2113482149465624047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/2113482149465624047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/2113482149465624047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-237143900648332322</id><published>2007-02-28T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:12:47.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random...but....I pretty much love Nelly Furtado's song "Say It Right." Its one of those songs where I go a little bit crazy when I hear it.Correction...I have no idea what shes saying, mostly. So its not fair to say I truly love the song. But I love the SOUND of the song. Which is usually how I fall in love with songs, in the first place, anyway. The rhythm and groove is awesome.If you haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/237143900648332322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=237143900648332322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/237143900648332322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/237143900648332322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-7914785615494880695</id><published>2007-02-09T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:01:55.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So....I ran into a door this morning. (And no, that is not code for "my husband beat me." heh.)This is what happened:...In the process of getting ready for work, I was in the study looking in the full length mirror to check myself, and then when I got ready to exit the room...Our study door closes by itself all the time because its on a slant or something. Well the door had closed, so I swung it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/7914785615494880695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=7914785615494880695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/7914785615494880695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/7914785615494880695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-996106195020083448</id><published>2007-01-23T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:36:36.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suck with friendships. Let me just ramble a bit.I am a total homebody.  I like just sitting at home and relaxing when I have time, which feels like not often.  I like just doing nothing, and not having to carry on a conversation, or get out and see somebody.I hate talking on the phone. I always have.  If I'm going to speak with someone, I 'd really prefer it face to face.  When you're on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/996106195020083448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=996106195020083448' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/996106195020083448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/996106195020083448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-suck-with-friendships.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-1829507326484119584</id><published>2007-01-22T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:52:42.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check it out.absolutely shocking.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/1829507326484119584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=1829507326484119584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1829507326484119584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/1829507326484119584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-3993227107313905376</id><published>2007-01-18T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:55:35.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrew does crazy things in his sleep.  He used to tease me about being a cover hog and such, but really, he is the true culprit.  Lately, I've been robbed of all the blankets, kicked, &amp; wacked in the skull with elbows, among other things.  He is a grumpy sleeper.  If I dare get him to try to wake up, or tell him what he did, or try to move one of his flailing limbs, or take back possesion of any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/3993227107313905376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=3993227107313905376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3993227107313905376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/3993227107313905376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2007/01/andrew-does-crazy-things-in-his-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116603505496683464</id><published>2006-12-13T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:52:02.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in case you haven't seen this, please see it now.  its awesome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116603505496683464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116603505496683464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116603505496683464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116603505496683464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-case-you-havent-seen-this-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116603197037759766</id><published>2006-12-13T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:58:28.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Cookie Recipe1 cup of water1 tsp. baking soda1 cup of sugar1 tsp. salt1 cup of brown sugarlemon juice4 large eggs1 cup nuts2 cups of dried fruit1 bottle Crown Royal1- Sample the Crown Royal to check quality.2- Take a large bowl, check the Crown Royal again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.3- Turn on the electric mixer...Beat one cup of butter in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116603197037759766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116603197037759766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116603197037759766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116603197037759766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cookie-recipe-1-cup-of-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116586248572312733</id><published>2006-12-11T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:41:25.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um...I completely love this song.Can we still be friends?I pretty much go nuts every time it comes on.  I love it.  (btw...that was Kenny Loggins...Celebrate Me Home.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116586248572312733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116586248572312733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116586248572312733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116586248572312733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/12/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116524955374845328</id><published>2006-12-04T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T03:48:14.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sick, yet again.(How is this possible???)  I was sick less than two months ago.I started feeling pretty crummy on Friday.  And I pretty much was dead to the world this weekend and slept and did nothing.  And this morning, when I thought I was going to go to work, I had Andrew look at my throat, and he saw gross stuff, and combined with how I am still feeling (like death, ok not quite), I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116524955374845328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116524955374845328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116524955374845328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116524955374845328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-sick-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116498410798042485</id><published>2006-12-01T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:05:08.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what thirteen dollars of my dad's money got me last night?An extra two days in Kansas City over Christmas break.HECK.YES.So here is the story...I was thinking about how when we booked our tickets to go home, the best price we could find on our optional travel dates were to come back on the 30th, which is a Sat.  That would leave two extra days, since I dont' work that Monday for New Years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116498410798042485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116498410798042485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116498410798042485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116498410798042485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-what-thirteen-dollars-of-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116490127666163392</id><published>2006-11-30T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:14:24.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comfort food.I have been in a swing lately where NOTHING sounds good or tastes particularly fantastic.But last night, I made something that is a total comfort food for me and reminds me of home and my mom's cooking and it was wonderful.  I finally tasted something that was really good and really hit the spot.Andrew brought back some meat from home in his suitcase (yes, i know, odd).  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116490127666163392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116490127666163392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116490127666163392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116490127666163392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/comfort-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116489722688270954</id><published>2006-11-30T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:56:01.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Mississippi and this 'no snow' crap.They're having a snow day in Kansas City.And I'm in Jackson, MS where the high is supposed to be something like 77 today.So I rebelled and wore a turtleneck.I really miss Kansas City now more than I have so far.  I love the snow.  There is no snow here, and there won't be.  It better snow at Christmas when we're there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116489722688270954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116489722688270954' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116489722688270954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116489722688270954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-mississippi-and-this-no-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116475251449412092</id><published>2006-11-28T16:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:29:34.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like these tee shirtsand i'll tell you why. because its just funny.because this is something my mom has said with me since I was wee big.  this phrase made it on most of our home videos, circa the 1980s. this one is probably my favorite because of that fact.because I do.I already own this tee, but I like it so much, it made the list. i would love it if my husband wore thisa nickname my husband </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116475251449412092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116475251449412092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116475251449412092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116475251449412092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-like-these-tee-shirts-and-ill-tell_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116473870579672293</id><published>2006-11-28T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:08:11.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is probably the dumbest post I've ever made.  you've been fair warned.I am COMPLETELY torn up about The Bachelor.  Lorenzo picked the wrong girl.  I was so rooting for Sadie, but he picked Jen last night.  It was really sad.  I almost cried.  It pretty much put me in a fowl mood for the rest of the night.They didn't get engaged, but he gave her a big honkin engagement ring.  What the heck???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116473870579672293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116473870579672293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116473870579672293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116473870579672293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-probably-dumbest-post-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116405703484254365</id><published>2006-11-20T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:10:34.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this mission, and as soon as I saw what it was all about 1997, I was like, 'aw, Hanson has GOT to be all up onz.'And I pleased to see they played quite a nice part it in. (Check the pics.)Enjoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116405703484254365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116405703484254365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116405703484254365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116405703484254365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-saw-this-mission-and-as-soon-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116405214168336369</id><published>2006-11-20T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:49:01.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys, if you dont' already know about Improv Everywhere, you have to check it out.I added a link over to your right for the missions page.Feel free to start with this mission, which I just checked out a minute ago.Pee your pants laughing and enjoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116405214168336369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116405214168336369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116405214168336369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116405214168336369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/guys-if-you-dont-already-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116360963130209851</id><published>2006-11-15T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:14:17.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's kroger ad was rather disappointing.I mean, it would be decent if I actually needed to buy a turkey.  but seeing as its just the two of us, I don't need a good deal on a 10 lb turkey.  for the love.  do you KNOW how long we'd be eating that bird?not bad on ham, either...but i just bought some ham, sliced it, and put it in the freezer.I think I am disappointed because I was really hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116360963130209851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116360963130209851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116360963130209851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116360963130209851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-kroger-ad-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116344953711383413</id><published>2006-11-13T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:25:37.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>best story ever (not really, but still good):My boss' name is Mike Baugh.  People ALWAYS call in and mispronounce his name.  ALWAYS.  They ususally say it, 'bOw' or 'bow'. (Long O or short o.) In reality, it is pronounced, "baw."  And I have a certain way I tell people how to say it.So a man calls in just a minute ago.  "I need to speak with Mike....B-A-U-G-H.""Mike Baugh.  It rhymes with 'saw.""</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116344953711383413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116344953711383413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116344953711383413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116344953711383413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-story-ever-not-really-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116308666933337082</id><published>2006-11-09T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:49:55.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secretly, one of my very favorite things about Wednesday is the fact that the Kroger Ad comes out.  I get to look at it online.  I always can't wait to see what the sales are going to be that week.  My favorite sales are on meat.  I particularly enjoy it when they have boneless, skinless chicken breasts for 99 cents a pound.  This doesn't happen often.  We have a small freezer.  It is pretty dang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116308666933337082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116308666933337082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116308666933337082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116308666933337082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/secretly-one-of-my-very-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116284305501433100</id><published>2006-11-06T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:02:13.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made the pie last night with Peaches instead of Apples...and let me just say...It is as fantastic as the apple-version.(I used some canned peaches and some frozen peaches, because thats what I had on hand.)I'm happy it turned out.  Just in case you all wanted to know.  Try it with with peaches.  Try it with apples.  Just make it and eat it.  So good.mmm, piiie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116284305501433100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116284305501433100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116284305501433100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116284305501433100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-made-pie-last-night-with-peaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116248664061364555</id><published>2006-11-02T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:32:59.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet fancy moses.  so i made the chicken pot-pie, which took WAY TOO LONG, first of all.  WAY. TOO. LONG.and....IT SUCKS.  I made it exactly how the recipe called for it.  And it basically sucks.  The crust tastes like crisco.  The filling is NOT good.  I dont' know if it was the chicken stock or what.  But it is not. tasty.So disapointing.Kate...bring on the ghetto pot-pie recipe, please and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116248664061364555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116248664061364555' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116248664061364555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116248664061364555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-fancy-moses.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116196234770843244</id><published>2006-10-27T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:31:34.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fully intend to make this on Saturday.  I'm so excited.  It will be kind of a long cooking procedure.  Which is why it will be perfect for a Saturday.  I am going to put some potatoes in it, too.  The best chicken pot pie I have EVER had was in a little place in McClean, VA.  (Shout-out to Jessica Baker.  She is totally with me.) This was on our road-trip half-way across America.  haha.  Thats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116196234770843244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116196234770843244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116196234770843244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116196234770843244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-fully-intend-to-make-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116170930332025412</id><published>2006-10-24T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:55:53.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Sunday, we used the grill we got for our wedding for the first time.  Or shall I say, Andrew used it.  Yes.  He grilled.  Which is totally hot and manly.  Oww.  We had chicken.  Andrew had barbequed chicken, and I had hot sauce chicken.  (Andrew doesn't like spicy things).  And the hot sauce, I made from scratch, using a recipe I found online.  It was compltely tasty.  Just like the hot sauce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116170930332025412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116170930332025412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116170930332025412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116170930332025412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-sunday-we-used-grill-we-got-for-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116136206473706807</id><published>2006-10-20T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:59:59.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made something awesome last night.  It was so awesome, in fact, that it's getting it's own blog entry.  I made this and I also made the crust for the bottom from scratch, too.  Let me just say....it is FAB-U-LOUS.I followed the recipe for measurements and time, etc.  Here are my notes:  I used 4 Granny Smith Apples.  (I wasn't sure of the exact poundage and cuppage, but it was pretty close, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116136206473706807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116136206473706807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116136206473706807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116136206473706807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-made-something-awesome-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116077412294004298</id><published>2006-10-13T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:15:22.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check it out:  Liberated From Feminism: The Personal Testimony of Carolyn McCulley  I thoroughly enjoyed it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116077412294004298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116077412294004298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116077412294004298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116077412294004298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/10/check-it-out-liberated-from-feminism.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-116010893725409857</id><published>2006-10-05T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:29:05.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys...I've been really sick the last few days.  Which sucks for multiple reasons.I woke up Tuesday feeling like crud...went to work...left at 11.30 am....long story short...haven't been back to work since.  Which stinks....because I have more than used up my three vacation days.  (yes, three.  sucks.)ANyway...finally decided to go to the doctor this morning.  I went to this walk in clinic place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/116010893725409857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=116010893725409857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116010893725409857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/116010893725409857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115966906103426879</id><published>2006-09-30T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:20:43.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...a song just came on my playlist that I haven't heard in such a long time.  More Than Anything by Hanson.  And it makes me feel a little melancholy. I really love this song.  I don't even care...I truly think this is a great song.  And it makes me miss having my piano.  :(  Not that I played ALL THE TIME or was that great at it, but I really miss being able to sit down at the piano at 2 am or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115966906103426879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115966906103426879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115966906103426879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115966906103426879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115930779863923746</id><published>2006-09-26T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:07:30.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*EDIT/ADD 8/27&amp;*Lets talk about paranoias &amp; odd &amp; unnatural fears...I'd like to hear about everyone'ssome of mine:My teeth falling out...sometimes I check to see if they're loose.  If I bump a glass against my front teeth, I panic that I've either chipped half my tooth off or knocked it completely loose and its going to fall out of my head.  I also dream about my teeth falling out, often.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115930779863923746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115930779863923746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115930779863923746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115930779863923746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/09/editadd-827-lets-talk-about-paranoias.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115919057092845768</id><published>2006-09-25T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:22:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a fruit smoothie at my house this morning.  And it tastes EXACTLY like the ones I used to pay 4 dollars for at the Juice Stop in kansas city.  I used a banana, some frozen strawberry, some frozen peach, a splash of OJ and a big ole scoop of nonfat frozen yogurt.YUM!!!such a tasty breakfast!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115919057092845768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115919057092845768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115919057092845768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115919057092845768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-made-fruit-smoothie-at-my-house-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115893300895582924</id><published>2006-09-22T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:49:38.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I talk about marriage a lot.Marriage...is SO sanctifying.  Man, I love it.My husband isn't a perfect man.  He is a sinner just like you and me.  But he knows. how to. love. me.  Sometimes I have a really crummy attitude about something.  Sometimes I'm kind of mopey and pouty if I don't want to do something.  But he always makes me laugh and smile, even if I don't want to.  He will hug me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115893300895582924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115893300895582924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115893300895582924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115893300895582924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-i-talk-about-marriage-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115854834513024481</id><published>2006-09-17T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:01:36.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being poor is definately not my favorite thing about my life right now.  I also know that it is just a season in our life, more or less.  In that I am working and Andrew is basically not working much to speak of, but we are paying for him to go to Seminary full time (no loans).  I know it is "just one of those things" that goes along with going into minsitry.  This season may or may not change, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115854834513024481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115854834513024481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115854834513024481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115854834513024481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-poor-is-definately-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115687364842895872</id><published>2006-08-29T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:32:16.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i get upset about things, and i want to vent and i think about writing as an outlet, but i can't outright make a post on my blog like I want to becasue either someone will read it whos involved, and thats just not right, or I will be gossiping, or something of that nature.  today is another one of those days.  i'm very very disappointed in someone, and i just ....  its sad.  and i want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115687364842895872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115687364842895872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115687364842895872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115687364842895872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-get-upset-about-things-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115654326266092703</id><published>2006-08-25T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:13:40.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Rockstar Supernova a couple of weeks ago, I re-realized how much I love Live's "The Dolphin's Cry."I honestly have no idea what the song is about.  In fact...I haven't even really listened to the lyrics that closesly, to be honest.  (I didn't mean that "I can't figure the meaning out."  I just haven't paid attention.)  But I love the melody and the rhythm and all of that.Don't tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115654326266092703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115654326266092703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115654326266092703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115654326266092703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/watching-rockstar-supernova-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115644683417846865</id><published>2006-08-24T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:14:27.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for some reason, kate thinks i need to update..what to say..what to say..last night, as i was reading my book on the couch and watching the tyra banks show wherein they were discussing how pretty much everything you touch has fecal matter on it and everyone has approx. a quarter size of a peanut worth of turd in their underwear, Andrew came in from having been studying outside and asked me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115644683417846865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115644683417846865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115644683417846865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115644683417846865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-some-reason-kate-thinks-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115532020274656845</id><published>2006-08-11T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:45:19.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weirdness of the day...At the post office today, a man there asked me, "Are your toes insured?"I asked him to repeat himself.  That couldn't possibly be what he asked me.But thats what he had said."Uuuuum.....no." *go on about my business....not even going to go there and ask why...**man waits for me to ask why....*  *I don't ask*"....Because you sure do have nice toes.""......thanks..."  *...oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115532020274656845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115532020274656845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115532020274656845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115532020274656845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/weirdness-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115507161424823914</id><published>2006-08-08T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:24:07.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I have nothing better to do...A Christmas List:*EDIT 9/7*1) Hanson's new album, if its out by then...(to be called "The Walk"...which is supposed to be fully recorded by the end of August...but in Hanson-time...that might be two years from now.)2) Hanson's documentary, if its out by then (it looks like the shiza)3) Concert tickets to sweet shows that I can either see with my husband or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115507161424823914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115507161424823914' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115507161424823914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115507161424823914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-i-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115499430494817984</id><published>2006-08-07T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:06:30.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The one thing during the other night's budget-making session that made watching our grocery money and utility money and health-care money dwindle away to nothingness, bearable - Andrew saying the following:"Guess what?!  We can be like...from Russia...and we can be poor...and thats what we're gonna be!!!"I actually laughed.  A lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115499430494817984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115499430494817984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115499430494817984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115499430494817984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-thing-during-other-nights-budget.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115444295188121148</id><published>2006-08-01T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:18:37.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.  so, the pork wasn't done enough last night for dinner, so we were going to eat leftovers.  so i ate leftovers and made oatmeal choc chip cookies last night.  andrew wasn't hungry when i ate leftovers.  so he waited.  except then he decided to just eat cookies for dinner.  he ate about 20 of them.  SICK.  I was like "honey you can't do that.  thats so bad for you."  but he just kept eating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115444295188121148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115444295188121148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115444295188121148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115444295188121148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115437014796066122</id><published>2006-07-31T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:22:55.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two things:one, apparantly, our wedding pics came today.  andrew got them from the mail but hasn't looked yet.  i can't wait to see them tonight!!!two, this morning, i put a pork roast in the crockpot to cook all day on low for pulled pork (bbq) tonight.  i asked andrew to check on it and tell me what it looked like.  he goes, "its still cold."  um?  so i ask, "what does the timer say?"  "9."  oh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115437014796066122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115437014796066122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115437014796066122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115437014796066122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-things-one-apparantly-our-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115383961818203026</id><published>2006-07-25T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:10:24.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This isn't a new occurrence but I haven't told you about it yet and I want to vent.There is a makeshift storage unit across the street from the Seminary, which the seminary owns.  This storage unit used to be a grocery store, and it is next to the Seminary Library.  The storage unit is available to all the seminary students to put their stuff in.  As much room as you need, only open to seminary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115383961818203026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115383961818203026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115383961818203026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115383961818203026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-isnt-new-occurrence-but-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115341586038408283</id><published>2006-07-20T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:24:49.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seriously love being married.  I feel like I was born to get married.  To Andrew, in particular.  I feel settled and at home and wonderful.  I highly recommend marriage.  I wouldn't want to try and make it sound like everything is flawless or that we never argue or fight or have our moments of utter selfishness, etc, but absolutely all in all, things are wonderful.  I am very blessed.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115341586038408283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115341586038408283' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115341586038408283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115341586038408283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-seriously-love-being-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115289719559284195</id><published>2006-07-14T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:49:20.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to Pandora right now.  I really like the concept behind it.  But its making me think, "Man.  I wonder how so many crappy artists get record deals."  IMO, there are a lot of really bad-sounding artists that they somehow think I'm going to enjoy. um....not so much.BA-LEETED!(that was for kate, mostly)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115289719559284195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115289719559284195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115289719559284195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115289719559284195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-listening-to-pandora-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115272187877363505</id><published>2006-07-12T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:31:18.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so everyone is aware, I hate kissing people's arses.  so if you make a lame "joke" that is clearly not funny, do not expect me to laugh.  don't pause for half a minute for the laughter you just know is coming instead of getting to the point.  If its not funny, I'm not going to pretend that I am beside myself with laughter for what you just said.  also, please If I don't laugh, don't comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115272187877363505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115272187877363505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115272187877363505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115272187877363505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-so-everyone-is-aware-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115264930353301212</id><published>2006-07-11T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:10:30.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a few things:sometimes i have random dreams about people that i no longer in touch with.  sometimes these dreams freak me out, or scare me, or make me feel sad.  but mostly they make me think about that person and then i start wondering how they're doing.  and i mostly kind of miss them.  or maybe just miss something about them or something about my life that i felt when they were around.  i had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115264930353301212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115264930353301212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115264930353301212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115264930353301212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-things-sometimes-i-have-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115213147960045346</id><published>2006-07-05T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:37:00.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrew and I played Taboo last night with 4 other people.  Andrew and I were on seperate teams, but were sitting next to eachother, so we were in charge of holding the buzzer for eachother in case we said a word on the card and scratched.  The funniest part of the whole game was when I was trying to get my team to say a word, and in the process, I used the word "Y'all" (the word being used, not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115213147960045346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115213147960045346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115213147960045346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115213147960045346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/07/andrew-and-i-played-taboo-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115161261163483300</id><published>2006-06-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:30:21.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Linguistic Profile:55% General American English10% Dixie10% Midwestern10% Upper Midwestern10% YankeeWhat Kind of American English Do You Speak?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115161261163483300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115161261163483300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115161261163483300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115161261163483300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-linguistic-profile55-general.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115151647250391921</id><published>2006-06-28T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:17:10.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't really given a serious update since I got married.So. being married is [insert all excellent adjectives here]. I highly recommend it.The wedding was great, honeymoon was great, living together is great.We have had tons of fun moving things into our apartment and having our own home together. I can't tell you how much we've laughed together about any and everything imaginable over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115151647250391921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115151647250391921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115151647250391921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115151647250391921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-havent-really-given-serious-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115063549823533688</id><published>2006-06-18T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:45:58.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm married now and I am so happy to be married to such a wonderful, loving man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115063549823533688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115063549823533688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115063549823533688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115063549823533688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-married-now-and-i-am-so-happy-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-115026386968261316</id><published>2006-06-14T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:22:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll keep it short and simple and just say,THREE.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/115026386968261316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=115026386968261316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115026386968261316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/115026386968261316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-keep-it-short-and-simple-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114969031748232783</id><published>2006-06-07T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:10:11.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am HORRENDOUSLY (did i spell that right?) sick to my stomach.  I'm not sure if its because Jackson is ghetto and we're under a boil alert and I definately have drank the water without boiling it, or that we leave town um, the day after tomorrow, and I still haven't packed and theres still a ton to be done, and I'm mondo stressed...or both.I think I got about 3.5 hours of sleep last night.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114969031748232783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114969031748232783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114969031748232783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114969031748232783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-horrendously-did-i-spell-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114948115045314367</id><published>2006-06-04T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:19:10.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been so wrapped up with the counting down the days thing, that it was truly shocking when my Aunt informed me today, "You're getting married next week."*insert wide eyed smilie from the dotnet here*also...Andrew and I are driving to KC, not next Saturday as planned, but next friday evening.  Oh yes.  We're leaving Jackson about 6 PM or so, and we're driving into the night, and stopping at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114948115045314367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114948115045314367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114948115045314367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114948115045314367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-ive-been-so-wrapped-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114925805185238355</id><published>2006-06-02T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:56:20.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEHE.  Um.  I like to peek at our registries a lot.  And um...Somebody bought us our microwave AND our vacuum. (We haven't gotten them yet)YAY!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114925805185238355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114925805185238355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114925805185238355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114925805185238355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114917416421177335</id><published>2006-06-01T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:02:44.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um....just for the record...I'm getting married this month!Peace out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114917416421177335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114917416421177335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114917416421177335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114917416421177335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/06/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114899879937979457</id><published>2006-05-30T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:39:23.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few things:1)  It is two and a half weeks until the wedding, and we still haven't heard from about 30 people as to whether or not they're attending the wedding.  This really aggravates me.  Mostly, because I need to let the cake and food people know something, and I can't.  2)Buddy and Frenchie had a prayer luncheon for us on Sunday and invited several people from church that we're close to, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114899879937979457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114899879937979457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114899879937979457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114899879937979457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/few-things-1-it-is-two-and-half-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114858466636121018</id><published>2006-05-25T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:20:37.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok.  I should start doing this.  "Funniest thing of the day."for today, I give you this, from this article:On Clay Aiken on American Idol last night:"Lowlight: Is that how Clay Aiken dresses now that he’s a big star? He resembled a college freshman coming back to impress the high school girls at homecoming. And do they not have hair stylists in North Carolina? He looked like a giant Swiffer."I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114858466636121018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114858466636121018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114858466636121018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114858466636121018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114858212660092412</id><published>2006-05-25T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:35:26.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just say...that I have had it up to HERE with automated phone systems for any type of company.And I've also had it up to HERE with Doctor's writing the WRONG prescription for me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114858212660092412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114858212660092412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114858212660092412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114858212660092412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-me-just-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114856318612179507</id><published>2006-05-25T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:19:46.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Quiz For Your Arminian Friends by Jay BanksEph. 1:11 ...[W]ho [God] worketh all things after the counsel of His will. Q.  If God works all things after the counsel of His will, how much does He work to the will of you, me, Satan, etc.? A. None. B. 20% C. 50% D. 85%  Is. 14:24  Jehovah of hosts hath sworn, saying , Surely, as I have thought, so shall it come to pass; and as I have purposed, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114856318612179507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114856318612179507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114856318612179507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114856318612179507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/quiz-for-your-arminian-friends-by-jay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114847908776325106</id><published>2006-05-24T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:58:07.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read an article on msn that said if the amount of minimum wage had kept up with inflation, it should currently be 9 dollars and some change.Yeah.  I agree.  I can't imagine someone living off the current min. wage.  Its sickening.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114847908776325106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114847908776325106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114847908776325106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114847908776325106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-read-article-on-msn-that-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114843764910887312</id><published>2006-05-23T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:27:29.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Credit:  Girl Talk (the link to the right) From May 19th...hehe...its good."After the long months of cold and winter, we will soon be coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.When a man volunteers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114843764910887312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114843764910887312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114843764910887312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114843764910887312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/credit-girl-talk-link-to-right-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114840773893290309</id><published>2006-05-23T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:08:58.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrew picked up our wedding rings today.  *beams*  He told me my ring looks nice.  I'm excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114840773893290309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114840773893290309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114840773893290309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114840773893290309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/andrew-picked-up-our-wedding-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114839293215257899</id><published>2006-05-23T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:02:12.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY I AM A JACKASS:I keep getting really confused on dates things are happening involving the wedding.  One such confused date is when response cards were supposed to be in.  Soooo....I thought they were supposed to be in this past Saturday, two days ago.  Since we had only received about 60% of the cards back in, I started panicking a little bit, and so I emailed a large chunk of people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114839293215257899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114839293215257899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114839293215257899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114839293215257899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-am-jackass-i-keep-getting-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114797650644374875</id><published>2006-05-18T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:11:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man....I freaking love Damien Rice.just so you know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114797650644374875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114797650644374875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114797650644374875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114797650644374875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114792264734325313</id><published>2006-05-17T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:24:07.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhh.  i was writing an entry and then something happened and i lost all of it.  if i weren't tired and drinking, i'd be way more pissed than i already am.for the love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114792264734325313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114792264734325313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114792264734325313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114792264734325313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114788137911834299</id><published>2006-05-17T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:56:19.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE MONTH!Its go time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114788137911834299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114788137911834299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114788137911834299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114788137911834299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-month-its-go-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114780377886543073</id><published>2006-05-16T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:22:58.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I talked to my florist today...My flowers are being flown in from Taiwan...somehow, this makes me feel like a rockstar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114780377886543073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114780377886543073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114780377886543073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114780377886543073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-talked-to-my-florist-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114779129915283346</id><published>2006-05-16T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:28:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Zach's Xanga: THREE NAMES YOU GO BY (don't ask): 1. Honey2. Angel Fingers3. Deenie Weenie Pork N BeanieTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. AngelDena2. 3. THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. I don't like this section2. 3. THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:1. Native American2. Irish3. EnglishTHREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:1. The Dark2. Andrew dying before me3. SpidersTHREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114779129915283346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114779129915283346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114779129915283346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114779129915283346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-zachs-xanga-three-names-you-go-by_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114774727148671623</id><published>2006-05-15T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:22:43.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to thank my good and long-time friend Jock Jams vol. 1 for getting me through my time with the treadmill, this evening.JJ, I couldn't have made it without you.Thank you and goodnight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114774727148671623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114774727148671623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114774727148671623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114774727148671623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/id-like-to-thank-my-good-and-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114771795186644365</id><published>2006-05-15T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:04:15.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>60% of our guests have responded.  70% of those people responded that they are attending.the other 40% of people who haven't mailed in their responses, yet better get on the ball!  they are due in in under two weeks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114771795186644365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114771795186644365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114771795186644365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114771795186644365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/60-of-our-guests-have-responded.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114769934777228404</id><published>2006-05-15T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:24:33.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ran across this intersting article on MSN today. Although I certainly do not buy into some of the points they made in the article, I thought a few other of them were quite amusing:The secret to a romantic night is…So it’s date night and you want to set the mood for romance…what’s the right plan to make? Interestingly, you should go to a movie, but not any old flick. If you want kisses after the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114769934777228404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114769934777228404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114769934777228404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114769934777228404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-ran-across-this-intersting-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114737429381299007</id><published>2006-05-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:04:53.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random stuff:i hate running on the treadmill.  i seriously hate it.  but i'm forcing myself to do it.  HATE. IT.  i'm horrible at making friends.  this is true.  i really am not good at this at all.  in fact...i pretty much suck at it.  i'm not letting myself bite my nails for the next five weeks and two/three days.  its maddening.  i bought those cuticle-pusher-backers and have started using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114737429381299007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114737429381299007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114737429381299007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114737429381299007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-stuff-i-hate-running-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114735842491636156</id><published>2006-05-11T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:40:24.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well....we received wedding gifts from two sets of people so far.sabrina baldi gets the award for the first in-mail wedding gift we've gotten.  hehe.  we got our gift from her and her mom about two weeks ago!!!  and last night, we got another gift from a couple from church.its really neat.  and very humbling for me.  especially since i am not a gift person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114735842491636156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114735842491636156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114735842491636156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114735842491636156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114711641948434155</id><published>2006-05-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:29:47.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright.  a little wedding-math nerdiness for the day:48 % of our wedding guests have responded thus far.based on the response cards we've received thus far, we have a 72% acceptance rate.that means that if we have the same acceptance rate as it is now, at the end, we will have 156 wedding guests.hehe.i guessed we'd have right at 150 wedding guests attend.  i'll keep you posted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114711641948434155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114711641948434155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114711641948434155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114711641948434155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114710176109354786</id><published>2006-05-08T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:22:41.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About a month ago, I had the first fitting for my wedding dress, and I didn't tell you about it.  Which is a shame.I had mentioned to Frenchie that I needed to locate someone here in Jackson to alter my dress for me.  She mentioned a woman named Carol that they've known for years and does lots of alterations and lives right down the road from them.  So I decided to call her up and see if I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114710176109354786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114710176109354786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114710176109354786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114710176109354786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-month-ago-i-had-first-fitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114593544338669788</id><published>2006-04-24T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:16:03.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So....apparantly I don't know Andrew as well as I thought I did.  If you will remember what I wrote a couple of posts down, apparantly, I put Andrew in the wrong box.Because the other night, he definately came through the dog door, as well.But see, the lights were off, and I didn't know what was going on, and he scared the poop out of me, and I took off running to the other side of the house and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114593544338669788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114593544338669788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114593544338669788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114593544338669788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114528102577537463</id><published>2006-04-17T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:41:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psst....Two Months</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114528102577537463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114528102577537463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114528102577537463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114528102577537463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/04/psst.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114377403142057131</id><published>2006-03-30T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:01:58.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't talked about Buddy and Frenchie Graham, the people I live with, yet.  Allow me to talk a little about them.In many ways, not nearly all, Buddy is much like me and Frenchie is much like Andrew.  It is comforting to see and it makes me smile.  Buddy and I...are just plain retarded most of the time.  We're pretty much outwardly loud, obnoxious, goofy, and you never know what we might do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114377403142057131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114377403142057131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114377403142057131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114377403142057131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-havent-talked-about-buddy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114343628232300667</id><published>2006-03-26T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:11:22.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a job.  I start tomorrow (mon) at Thrasher Architectural Products at 8 am.  I am full time M-F 8-5.  woot.  i'll keep you posted.Wedding invites go out in 4 weeks.Andrew and I started premarital counseling today.  It was good and scary at the same time.  I'm excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114343628232300667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114343628232300667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114343628232300667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114343628232300667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114272028828788535</id><published>2006-03-18T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:12:43.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Facts about Jackson Mississippi:1)  People do not know how to drive around here.  They either poke around (less likely) or they do about 120 MPH on the highway while riding your rear bumper.  This is true.2) The roads suck.  It is pothole city here.  3) I can't understand a darn thing people say most of the time, especially when I call businesses.  The combination of southern speech and/or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114272028828788535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114272028828788535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114272028828788535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114272028828788535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/03/facts-about-jackson-mississippi-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-114194918341059019</id><published>2006-03-09T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:08:28.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Latest news:*99 days until the wedding.  yay.  this means its crunch time.  There is SO MUCH TO DO!  I don't have anyone to help me do things like address invitations though, so that sucks.  On that note, i haven't really made any "real friends."  I mean, I have aqquaintances and people I like, and such, but you know what I mean?  Yeah.  I think I'm not good at making friends.  *Andrew finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/114194918341059019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=114194918341059019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114194918341059019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/114194918341059019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/03/latest-news-99-days-until-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-113997268936476662</id><published>2006-02-14T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:04:49.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In "honor" of Valentines Day...Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcasticWhat turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/113997268936476662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=113997268936476662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/113997268936476662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/113997268936476662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-honor-of-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024506.post-113907579094092808</id><published>2006-02-04T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T11:56:30.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am here in the Deep South.  AKA: Jackson, Mississippi.  I love it here.  I am staying with Buddy and Frenchie Graham, and they are the nicest people you will ever meet.  I feel so at home and I'm not the least bit homesick.  I dont' know what to talk about.  I am slowly finding my way around.  Which, if you know me, is a great accomplishment!  I'm making dinner tonite.  It is wonderful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/feeds/113907579094092808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024506&amp;postID=113907579094092808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/113907579094092808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024506/posts/default/113907579094092808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justsomegirlnameddena.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-i-am-here-in-deep-south.html' title=''/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
