<?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-8229528444887275872</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:59:14.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"AN'DIERAN, DIERAN SO FAR AWAY"</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little about me and all of the many, many, many, exciting things happening in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-1952229378685486247</id><published>2009-10-09T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:05:35.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/Ss_Bs-Ha8SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_ULwCKrvx8w/s1600-h/Sebastian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390740257318301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/Ss_Bs-Ha8SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_ULwCKrvx8w/s400/Sebastian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet Sebastian (my cat), that I have had for four years is no longer with us. I know it's been a long time since I posted and this is terrible news. But I thought this was the easiest way to let peopele know. He had been missing for a week and a half. I put up fliers and sent an email out to my ward members in order to try and find him. I got an email this morning from a member of my ward who said they found a cat fitting Sebastian's description on Saturday night on Center Street. He had just been hit by a car moments earlier and was dead. They moved his body off the road so he wouldn't get run over again. I am so sad right now and don't know how I am going to get through the day. But I guess it is better to know then to wonder for the rest of my life. At least I didn't have to see him die. Anyway, thought you would want to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-1952229378685486247?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/1952229378685486247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=1952229378685486247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/1952229378685486247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/1952229378685486247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-baby-boy.html' title='My baby boy'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/Ss_Bs-Ha8SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_ULwCKrvx8w/s72-c/Sebastian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-4968015896413945415</id><published>2009-06-29T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:52:10.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still Fun.....</title><content type='html'>Well, Michelle has been gone a couple of weeks now.  It has been very quiet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; my house, so I had my nieces Shayla and Olivia come spend the night the other night.  On our way to the house Shayla said, "Aunt Diane, you are still fun even though Michelle is gone".  I felt an overwhelming amount of joy that she recognizes that I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuddy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;duddy&lt;/span&gt;, without Michelle around. (giggle, giggle).  I was hoping that I hadn't sent all of my charm home with my little Asian daughter.  Though I am sure some of it is already gone, as a result of my ever increasing age.  Good thing I have them to keep me young, and ever on my toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-4968015896413945415?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/4968015896413945415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=4968015896413945415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4968015896413945415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4968015896413945415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-still-fun.html' title='I am still Fun.....'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-4816672411381740521</id><published>2009-06-15T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:50:47.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SjbdWkdttQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MndJS4Agieg/s1600-h/me,+Michelle,+and+spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347704987364209922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SjbdWkdttQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MndJS4Agieg/s400/me,+Michelle,+and+spot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frownie&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle is now gone. I can't believe how quickly the ten months went. It was really a trial getting her on the plane. Not only did it take us 15 hours to get home from Disneyland, but the car broke down on the way to the airport and she missed her flight. She decided it happened because Utah does not want her to leave. I agreed, it must be a conspiracy. She called last night to say "hi" but was upset when she found out we ate her corn for dinner. Her corn that was a Christmas present from my mom. I asked her why she hadn't eaten it all herself before leaving. She got really quiet and said, "Because I don't know how to use the can opener." She has already been making plans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unbeknown st&lt;/span&gt; to her parents, to come back here next summer and take Aunt Amy and K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adance&lt;/span&gt; to Disneyland and to see the Grand Canyon. She also says she wants to come back and go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;. It would be cool if she did. She is such a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost all responsibilities as a parent...what next....I need suggestions people. Let's hear what you have to say. . .(if any of you say "Get Married"-I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disowning&lt;/span&gt; you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-4816672411381740521?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/4816672411381740521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=4816672411381740521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4816672411381740521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4816672411381740521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SjbdWkdttQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MndJS4Agieg/s72-c/me,+Michelle,+and+spot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-4515942942398060776</id><published>2009-05-18T17:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:46:55.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="2438146371182631367"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stubspubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-ive-done.html"&gt;What I've done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from Karen's blog...I've got a few more things to do on this list. (About 32, but I can see about 5 that I will likely not do, because I chose not to, can you guess which five?)&lt;br /&gt;**I've done the items in bold**&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor Shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a Praying Mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Been to the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept on a train21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Learned another language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Mt Rushmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Visited Ground zero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check - oops!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Tied a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Visited the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Visited Italy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=740133994233959653&amp;amp;postID=3868811376593397189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Edit" onclick="'return" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=4804199924365875553&amp;amp;widgetType=BlogArchive&amp;amp;widgetId=BlogArchive1&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configBlogArchive1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Edit" onclick="'return" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=4804199924365875553&amp;amp;widgetType=Followers&amp;amp;widgetId=Followers1&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configFollowers1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-4515942942398060776?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/4515942942398060776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=4515942942398060776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4515942942398060776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4515942942398060776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ive-done-i-took-this-from-karens.html' title=''/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-325876762026415678</id><published>2009-04-20T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:50:17.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Exaggerate much"</title><content type='html'>This weekend I talked on the phone to some old friends and I got the age old question, "What's new in your life?"  I, of course, due to the many uneventful events in my life responded, "Not much" or " Same old, same old".  I decided I am tired of these bland answers and decided I am going to resort to eleborate falsehoods when responding, just to make things more exciting.  So, now if you ask me "What's new?"  I may respond with a whopper like, "Well, I just won a grammy for my first released single and I will be soon leaving on a worldwide tour with "No Doubt".  or "I am being sent to an undisclosed location with Witness Protection, because I single-handled stopped a rash of break-ins at all of the local Panda Expresses that were being committed by the Springville Mob."  Who knows what fun things I can come up with, you'll just have to wait and see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-325876762026415678?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/325876762026415678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=325876762026415678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/325876762026415678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/325876762026415678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/04/exaggerate-much.html' title='&quot;Exaggerate much&quot;'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-3328600112706665022</id><published>2009-04-06T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:55:07.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The green monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdqWFcIfwKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c5NFRHY5M2A/s1600-h/Adam_Garcia_Idina_Menzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321730929887002786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdqWFcIfwKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c5NFRHY5M2A/s400/Adam_Garcia_Idina_Menzel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle got asked to Prom today. Green monster, anyone? She's only 15. I never got asked to my Prom at any age. I am excited for her though. Prom is on May 2nd which is the day after we go to see the Green Witch!! I can't wait for girls night out. Ladies plan on dressing up and enjoying a night on the town!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-3328600112706665022?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/3328600112706665022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=3328600112706665022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/3328600112706665022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/3328600112706665022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/04/jealousy-is-green-monster.html' title='The green monster'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdqWFcIfwKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c5NFRHY5M2A/s72-c/Adam_Garcia_Idina_Menzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-4630573137861964812</id><published>2009-03-30T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:54:49.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdFbhcyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qTHCM9g4kbk/s1600-h/edinburgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319133265121604418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdFbhcyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qTHCM9g4kbk/s320/edinburgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is my mission reunion and I gotta say, I am nervous. I am not sure why but I feel a little reluctant to go. I always loved it in the past. We are meeting at an Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; before hand and I am worried that I won't see anyone I know. I hope at least one of my companions come, otherwise it might be like eating dinner with a bunch of strangers....Awkward?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-4630573137861964812?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/4630573137861964812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=4630573137861964812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4630573137861964812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/4630573137861964812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-reunion.html' title='Mission reunion'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SdFbhcyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qTHCM9g4kbk/s72-c/edinburgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-7895705427137121253</id><published>2009-03-30T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:46:00.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Season</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling a pull to get out of Dodge.  Every time I look on the Internet for a trip deal, I get excited and then reality strikes.  "I can't go".  Michelle went back east for a few days at the beginning of the month.  I just took a few days off of work but it did not satisfy the urge....the urge to travel.  Anyone want to plan a trip with me?  I miss all of my multitude of irresponsible (single) friends that could just drop and go at a moments notice.  What happened to us in our old age?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-7895705427137121253?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/7895705427137121253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=7895705427137121253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7895705427137121253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7895705427137121253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-season.html' title='Vacation Season'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-7515421856230127623</id><published>2009-03-02T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:41:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bug is getting me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SayKtNWJeJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pR5uOFy7_MA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308770570044274834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SayKtNWJeJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pR5uOFy7_MA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/data/media/61/scottish-castles_452.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.travel-destination-pictures.com/scottish-castles-452-pictures.htm&amp;amp;usg=__DO9qOfReK1EC37EW9qxPMe5AizE=&amp;amp;h=312&amp;amp;w=468&amp;amp;sz=38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Yj7356iwanZWHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=128&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dscottish%2Bcastles%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26rlz%3D1T4DVXA_enUS311US311%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recently been attacked by the travel bug. I am feeling antsy to go somewhere and I don't know where. I have been reminiscing about old friends and trips and feeling some nostalgia for my former freedoms and travels. I know--woe to me...the world travel is not able to go...but in my defense traveling is the thing that keeps me going. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt; is my constant companion but when I am jet setting to some fun location, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; is no longer in the fore front of my mind. Michelle is leaving on Saturday to go to New York and DC. It really would have been the perfect time to go, but I didn't plan ahead. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Auch&lt;/span&gt; well" as the Scottish say--"I'll just have to be gutted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-7515421856230127623?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/7515421856230127623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=7515421856230127623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7515421856230127623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7515421856230127623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/03/bug-is-getting-me.html' title='The bug is getting me'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SayKtNWJeJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pR5uOFy7_MA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-2189698967026460030</id><published>2009-02-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:43:19.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am allergic to dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SaNQnJzq8II/AAAAAAAAAGg/EPug-m4dHJg/s1600-h/kitties.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306173419550339202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SaNQnJzq8II/AAAAAAAAAGg/EPug-m4dHJg/s200/kitties.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;Not that I feel it is the fault of "the date" himself. But, it must be some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inadvertent&lt;/span&gt; reaction to the pressures of dating. I think this may especially be the case with first dates and blind dates compound it even more. Am I saying this so that you will stop sending me your hungry, your poor, your single, your available male friends.....NO? Because I need all the practice I can get. Why am I saying this, you ask? Well, I had a date last weekend, not two. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; other one ended up being this weekend. I went on the dates, enjoyed a nice dinner and good conversation. Afterwards I went home and felt fine, then I woke up the next morning on both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; feeling congested and unable to breath, with the effects of a massive headache. I can only assume it was some allergic reaction. Needless to say, dating is difficult, on my immune system. But, it is a necessary evil to the next important thing. The actual Dating part--I mean the familiar, love hanging out with each other part, the part where you are comfortable with each other and you don't have to force conversation. The part where you understand and accept each other--good and bad. I can't wait for that part to come. In the mean time I will continue to go on the allergy releasing first dates and I will enjoy them and be grateful for them..as few and far between as they usually are. Because somewhere, sometime, somehow...it won't be so hard anymore. I welcome that day and that date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-2189698967026460030?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/2189698967026460030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=2189698967026460030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2189698967026460030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2189698967026460030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-am-allergic-to-dating.html' title='I think I am allergic to dating.'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SaNQnJzq8II/AAAAAAAAAGg/EPug-m4dHJg/s72-c/kitties.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-6224709068861070503</id><published>2009-02-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:47:51.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains it Pores!</title><content type='html'>No dates for....well, let's just say a LONG time.....and now 2 in the same weekend.  Valentines weekend to boot.  What a crazy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-6224709068861070503?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/6224709068861070503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=6224709068861070503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/6224709068861070503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/6224709068861070503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-it-rains-it-pores.html' title='When it Rains it Pores!'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-7189284808286566177</id><published>2009-02-09T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:44:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SZDqAqU75UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XBAq9G_e9U/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300994058498073922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SZDqAqU75UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XBAq9G_e9U/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well, I haven't checked in for awhile. I have little to report since last time I checked in. I do however want to report that all the puppies have good homes. Especially Fiero, he still lives with us. He is quite the character. He spends all day trying to figure out how to get onto the kitchen counter. If he is not doing that he's chewing on his mom's ear, my slippers, the Entertainment Center, the garbage, whatever he can sink his little teeth into. It is kind of frustrating but adorable at the same time. I have had to rearrange my living room and it isn't very symmetrical which you all know bothers me, but to know avail, he still figures it out. I also have to constantly remind Michelle to shut her bedroom door and pick-up after herself to prevent puppy destruction. KIDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Michelle went to her first school dance. Everyone had dates and Michelle tagged along with her friend Amy and her date. She had fun but said, "It was complicated. Next time I will have my own date." She is very funny. We have had one or two little incidents but for the most part we get along great. She used an inappropriate word the other day and we had to have "A talk". She was embarrassed and wanted to cry because she got in trouble. I don't think I was that hard on her. I'm trying not to be a mean mom, but I am still learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-7189284808286566177?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/7189284808286566177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=7189284808286566177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7189284808286566177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7189284808286566177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see!'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SZDqAqU75UI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2XBAq9G_e9U/s72-c/DSC_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-8979240995484461329</id><published>2008-11-17T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:00:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennie I miss you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-8979240995484461329?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/8979240995484461329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=8979240995484461329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/8979240995484461329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/8979240995484461329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-is-pain.html' title='Jennie I miss you!'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-14602222151419348</id><published>2008-11-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:58:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh (of relief)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SSIvQWMleoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2o1QaiXCItk/s1600-h/Ashley+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269826471859681922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SSIvQWMleoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2o1QaiXCItk/s200/Ashley+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are finally quieting down after a hectic month. After my last post I had three of the puppies get deathly ill. It was a traumatic experience. I feel very fortunate and blessed that after many prayers, the puppies are all okay now. Nessa spent a week at the Vet and they thought they were going to lose her. After she had been there for almost five days Fiero got sick while I was in St. George. Debbie took him to the emergency vet and he tested positive for Parvo. What a scarey experience. I had heard horror stories about Parvo so of course I was paniced. Later that night Sweet Ashley got sick too. I can only assume that all three puppies had the same thing. My dear friend Shawna came over to help me nurse Ashley through most of the evening and even Karen came and stayed the night. Ashley needed fluids given by syringe every hour. After about a week and a half of worry they finally started getting better. I got little sleep those few days. But, I am happy to say that all of the puppies have good homes. Two of them are even in my neighborhood. I found a home for Ashley in the same way Lucy was found for me. I feel very grateful to Heavenly Father for taking care of their sweet little spirits, all the while taking care of me too. Fiero lives with us and he and Lucy have a great time playing. She still mothers him alot though. When I am trying to get him to go outside to potty, he often doesn't because it seems he doesn't like the outside. When I am encouraging him to go out, Lucy will grab him by the collar and drag him outside to pee. She is the best!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-14602222151419348?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/14602222151419348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=14602222151419348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/14602222151419348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/14602222151419348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh-of-relief.html' title='Sigh (of relief)'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SSIvQWMleoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2o1QaiXCItk/s72-c/Ashley+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-5679944158986679213</id><published>2008-10-06T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:31:16.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle-isms and puppy love</title><content type='html'>It is so fun having Michelle live with me. She is so adorable and always comes up with the funniest things. The other day we went to Park City for Karen's birthday. We were playing cards and eating tons of junk food and Michelle grabbed a box of "Dots". She popped one in her mouth and then said, handing the box to me, "I don't like this. Handle it!" It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have her living with me because she is sweet, social, and fun. I know of other people who have not had as great of an experience as I am having. It's so much fun and I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now sold 3 puppies; Bubbles = Juno, Spot = Shasta, and Elfie =Elfie (I think). Although it is hard I am happy to report thay are all going to good homes. I feel bad though because they have been sick. I cuddled with one of them for most of the day yesterday because she just wanted to sleep. They are TOOO CUTE for words!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-5679944158986679213?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/5679944158986679213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=5679944158986679213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/5679944158986679213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/5679944158986679213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/10/michelle-isms-and-puppy-love.html' title='Michelle-isms and puppy love'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-2469542190141600646</id><published>2008-09-29T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:41:02.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFyiPXs9-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zG11ohuMdgE/s1600-h/Maddie_%26_Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251604573057775586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFyiPXs9-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zG11ohuMdgE/s200/Maddie_%26_Michelle.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to my new puppies. I also have a wonderful exchange student living with me. She is great. Her name is Michelle, she is from Taiwan. She says the cutest things. The other day we went to Wendy's and she ordered a value meal. I ordered a sandwich and a frosty. When we left she asked me what my drink was and I told her it was ice cream. She said, "You're a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;!" I think that is the first time I have ever been called that in my life. She is a lot of fun to have around and we are having a great time. We went to the "Harvest Moon Festival" in Spanish Fork. She rode a horse for the first time and she secretly loved it though she said she was too old.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFx1DWzEAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0HMjToTMLI0/s1600-h/Bryn_%26_Michelle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603796738641922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFx1DWzEAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0HMjToTMLI0/s200/Bryn_%26_Michelle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went with my friend Jennie and her family. These are her adorable daughters with my brand new daughter, though I feel more like an older sister than a mother (even though I am old enough-barely).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFx0-qvFAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3fau3bobRj8/s1600-h/Maddie_%26_Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFx0-qvFAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3fau3bobRj8/s1600-h/Maddie_%26_Michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-2469542190141600646?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/2469542190141600646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=2469542190141600646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2469542190141600646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2469542190141600646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-family.html' title='My new family'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SOFyiPXs9-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zG11ohuMdgE/s72-c/Maddie_%26_Michelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-2615209687454603136</id><published>2008-09-23T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:12:50.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwIqGk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aJlOsIH5-es/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249420503464335762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwIqGk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aJlOsIH5-es/s200/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwJRkEUoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ry5vWyUM8dw/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249420514057015938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwJRkEUoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ry5vWyUM8dw/s200/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwJz3Fb8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-64VPQ5sz24/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249420523263586242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwJz3Fb8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-64VPQ5sz24/s200/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwKIzqsMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GEKrhhvkbVQ/s1600-h/Elfie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249420528886395074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwKIzqsMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GEKrhhvkbVQ/s200/Elfie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-2615209687454603136?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/2615209687454603136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=2615209687454603136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2615209687454603136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/2615209687454603136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmwIqGk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aJlOsIH5-es/s72-c/DSC_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-1338200053805388754</id><published>2008-09-23T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:04:52.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Beautiful Bouncing Baby Beagles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmuQpcodwI/AAAAAAAAADM/nUZVzbAvQwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418441704109826" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmuRhLduCI/AAAAAAAAADk/7TM0VcRikRU/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmuSOsLJ8I/AAAAAAAAADs/mJdMn0hjNFM/s1600-h/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249418468881278914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmuSOsLJ8I/AAAAAAAAADs/mJdMn0hjNFM/s320/DSC_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-1338200053805388754?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/1338200053805388754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=1338200053805388754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/1338200053805388754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/1338200053805388754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/09/buy-beautiful-bouncing-baby-beagles.html' title='Buy Beautiful Bouncing Baby Beagles!'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SNmuQpcodwI/AAAAAAAAADM/nUZVzbAvQwQ/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-614184372682516876</id><published>2008-07-31T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:37:21.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The puppies are coming, the puppies are coming...</title><content type='html'>My sweet puppy Lucy is going to soon have puppies of her own.  I can't wait.  She has been miserable for weeks, but it'll be worth it.  I'll post pictures when they come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-614184372682516876?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/614184372682516876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=614184372682516876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/614184372682516876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/614184372682516876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/07/puppies-are-coming-puppies-are-coming.html' title='The puppies are coming, the puppies are coming...'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229528444887275872.post-7881403096867748009</id><published>2008-03-19T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:14:27.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Losers</title><content type='html'>Hey you big losers out there.  This is Dieran.  How did you do with your weight loss this week?  The results are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229528444887275872-7881403096867748009?l=dierany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/feeds/7881403096867748009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229528444887275872&amp;postID=7881403096867748009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7881403096867748009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229528444887275872/posts/default/7881403096867748009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dierany.blogspot.com/2008/03/biggest-losers.html' title='Biggest Losers'/><author><name>dierany.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00030441252413733521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4VH7Pf1Y-Q/SJJaKJlTtVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7MMd1EghP0E/S220/Diane.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
