<?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-8382289247116316906</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:29:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottie Dottie she likes....</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/weight-loss/wEePuvF/"&gt;
&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wEePuvF/weight.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-3026084274026118610</id><published>2010-04-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:47:57.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since I last wrote.  I gained back a few pounds since the competition but I'm still doing good.  I'm happy with my family and friends.  I also have a few goals that i'm working on so hopefully I can bring it all together.  I've recently read a few books that were pretty good. Blue Heaven, Austenland, and Desolate Angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-3026084274026118610?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/3026084274026118610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=3026084274026118610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3026084274026118610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3026084274026118610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-6833946012748178978</id><published>2010-02-14T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:10:39.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 competition down 1 to go!</title><content type='html'>So we ended our first competition and I came out pretty good.  I lost a total of 20 pounds in five weeks.  The last two weeks of the competition I came in first place for weekly weighins and I came in 2nd place overall.  It was a lot of work and it was hard but I'm doing great and I'm ready to keep on going.  I have one more competition but I want this to be a change I make to my life for the rest of my life!  I have to say thanks to Sione for being the best trainer.  Jared at Vitality Nutrion who I get all my supplements from.  Third to Mona Vie because there is no better antioxidant in the world!  I love you all and urge you to all get out there and work out!  Call me if you need anything or any help of any kind.  Trust me when I say if you get supplements got to Vitality Nutrition and ask for Jared it is worth the drive I don't trust anyone else!  Love you all and get working out and eating right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-6833946012748178978?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/6833946012748178978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=6833946012748178978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6833946012748178978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6833946012748178978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-competition-down-1-to-go.html' title='1 competition down 1 to go!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-9170135732288933430</id><published>2010-01-21T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:52:59.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser update</title><content type='html'>OK so we had our first weigh in and I lost 5 pounds.  I'm very excited and have a few muscle strains.  It's going good though I did my first spin class and I made it through the class and didn't give up.  My bootie is definitely sore now.  I've been doing some crazy workouts with the craziest but best trainer Mr. Sione.  He's awesome I'll tell you what.  Well I'm off to ice my thigh but I'll be posting more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-9170135732288933430?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/9170135732288933430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=9170135732288933430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/9170135732288933430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/9170135732288933430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2010/01/biggest-loser-update.html' title='Biggest Loser update'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-3885046378222643490</id><published>2010-01-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:16:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK I joined a Biggest Loser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; in Daybreak.  If I win the prize is a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and we need one so bad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so it's my first week and it's been tough.  I've experienced muscle soreness like never before in my life.  I've restricted calories to 1200-1500 and that sucks.  That is not very much food at all and it's all clean eating I've been doing too.  On top of all this I do training sessions with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sione&lt;/span&gt; 6 days a week and in addition to that one day a week I do a group session with my team.  I'm on the blue team and it's pretty much super fit moms that signed up to get a discount on classes but they're really nice.  So I'm the biggest on my team but I'm excited and I'm dedicated.  I've made monthly goals so my first goal is February 13, 2010 that's the end of the contest so hopefully I win the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;.  Also pushing this is that on that Monday I'm going to go to California to the day spa with Katrina and I'll be a little bit healthier and smaller.  So wish me luck and I'll keep ya posted until then...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; is my boyfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-3885046378222643490?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/3885046378222643490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=3885046378222643490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3885046378222643490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3885046378222643490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2010/01/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-2827498334779280587</id><published>2009-11-04T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:29:29.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New New Years Resolution!</title><content type='html'>Ok long ago I posted up that I was going to try and lose weight and then my little mover at the top stopped moving cuz I gave up!  Well I'm giving it a go again.  I've got three days of workouts under my belt and I'm supe sore.  Lets see how I do this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-2827498334779280587?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/2827498334779280587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=2827498334779280587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2827498334779280587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2827498334779280587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-new-years-resolution.html' title='New New Years Resolution!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-1985640327029274770</id><published>2009-10-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:32:28.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been???</title><content type='html'>So the last time I blogged was in March.  Hmmm I've been up to a lot since then I guess so much that I haven't had time to write.  Well to let you know I'm in a great place in my life and it's just going to get better.  I'm back to working night shift at Delta and I'm off on Monday and Tuesday.  This seems bad but it's really good.  I have time to get things done and most important my Lloyd and I have the same shift and days off.  We can't separate we'd die!  haha Well I just want to send a shout out to everyone I'll be blogging again.  Also I'm moving out.  Hopefully it'll all work out but as soon as I do I'll post pics.  I'm excited.  Ok until next time peace and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-1985640327029274770?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/1985640327029274770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=1985640327029274770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1985640327029274770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1985640327029274770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been???'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-5136949645376188442</id><published>2009-03-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:00:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxl48QUYI/AAAAAAAAANY/U3rbfHQq4VE/s1600-h/rio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314372456051396994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxl48QUYI/AAAAAAAAANY/U3rbfHQq4VE/s320/rio3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxls6atyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UCDWysuczz0/s1600-h/rio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314372452822464290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxls6atyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UCDWysuczz0/s320/rio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxlWzb6aI/AAAAAAAAANI/HiCXzZRmmdM/s1600-h/rio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314372446887602594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxlWzb6aI/AAAAAAAAANI/HiCXzZRmmdM/s320/rio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know where to begin this post. I guess I'll start at the beginning. My grandma is buying a park model again down here in El Centro, CA. I came with her to help get things bought and paid for and I never want to leave. First of all it's 90 degrees here. We rolled into town checked into the hotel and went to eat at La Hacienda. I had the absolute best chimichanga of my life. It was so good I wanted to die. I described it as heavenly and most of you know I don't even like Mexican food so you know this was good. Then I went outside to come back to the hotel and it was like the most perfect summer night. It cooled off to a nice 80 degrees and I was in love. I saw a couple of the finest Mexican boys ever. One had dreads and was driving a nice red truck. I made friends with some Mexican named Lopez at Lucky's grocery store. Then I came back to the hotel and went and laid next to the pool gazing up at the little dipper wishing I never had to go home. I just want you all to know I'm never spending another Christmas in Utah again! I love me some Cali especially El Centro!&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/8382289247116316906-5136949645376188442?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/5136949645376188442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=5136949645376188442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5136949645376188442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5136949645376188442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2009/03/california-love.html' title='California Love!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/ScBxl48QUYI/AAAAAAAAANY/U3rbfHQq4VE/s72-c/rio3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-3128017330442932774</id><published>2009-01-10T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:45:35.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it's a new year and I know a lot of people who started weight loss plans on the 1st. I didn't but I know a few different groups who are putting money on weight loss. Well last night I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sione's&lt;/span&gt; house and we started talking about goals and weight loss goals and we decided to make it a solid goal. I'm writing about this online with the hopes that if I tell the world what I'm doing hopefully I won't fail. So here it goes I'm starting off as a heavy weight at 250 pounds. I'm also 50% body fat and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bmi&lt;/span&gt; is 42.9. I know it's quite shocking and a lot of people mainly girls would never post this information out in the public. I however don't care because it's not like you can't look at me and tell that my fat ass is something around 250 and 50% body fat. So wish me luck on my weight loss journey I have set a goal that by June 1st I weight 199 out of the 200's. I will have to lose 2.6 pounds a week which is attainable I believe if I stick to a regiment of healthy eating and exercise. I am not calling this a diet because eventually diets end and this is not supposed to end but instead change. So I'm changing my food intake of crap to healthy. We'll see how it goes and at the end of this I might treat you all to a little something special. By something special I mean the picture I took of myself in the Hannah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Montanna&lt;/span&gt; bikini that I bought for 3 dollars at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; on clearance. It's quite the pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-3128017330442932774?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/3128017330442932774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=3128017330442932774' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3128017330442932774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3128017330442932774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-weight-loss.html' title='New Year Weight Loss'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-6402521892588568468</id><published>2008-12-20T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:22:02.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's First Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SU1vsyTVaRI/AAAAAAAAAME/GXj9Avx1QvU/s1600-h/isaac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282000753183254802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SU1vsyTVaRI/AAAAAAAAAME/GXj9Avx1QvU/s320/isaac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SU1kycb_YFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RGiP6lh0_Ks/s1600-h/isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one proud Auntie today. Isaac came home from school and came in the kitchen and told me that he got in a fight. I kept a blank face not showing any emotion...yet. So I asked what happened and he told me. They were playing football and his shoulder hit a kid and knocked him down. Isaac went and helped him up and said he was sorry. Just to qualify Isaac is really like this. When he played football during the season he always helps everyone in the pile up and then goes to the huddle. Anyway then lined up after recess and Isaac said the kid came up to him and uppercut him in the stomach. So Isaac told me that he punched the kid until he fell down then he picked him up and continued the punching until someone came and broke it up and they went to the principal's office. I asked Isaac if he got hurt and he said no. I asked if the other kid got hurt and he said yes his nose was bleeding. I have to admit the evil in me was a little happy about this. On with the story I asked what happened in the principal's office and he said they told her the story and since the other boy punched him first he got suspended for three days. Isaac on the other hand did not get suspended and was just sent back to class. After he told me this story I smiled so huge and gave him a high five and a hug. I told him I was proud of him not for fighting but for standing up for himself!! I just have to say also let this be a lesson to all those that want to mess with Isaac. He will never start a fight or hit first but believe me if you start it he will finish it. The instructions he's received from his Uncle and Auntie are if someone ever hits you then you punch them directly in the face and keep on punching that person until someone pulls you off of him or until the kid calls out for you to stop. Then if you get in trouble and they say to call your parents you call your Auntie Dots. If they hit first I'll have your back every time and I might just fight their parents also. Fear us!!! hahaha just kidding but kind of not!! Love you guys!&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/8382289247116316906-6402521892588568468?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/6402521892588568468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=6402521892588568468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6402521892588568468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6402521892588568468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/12/isaacs-first-fight.html' title='Isaac&apos;s First Fight'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SU1vsyTVaRI/AAAAAAAAAME/GXj9Avx1QvU/s72-c/isaac3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-6351604755027045646</id><published>2008-12-07T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:53:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia's baptism</title><content type='html'>My little niece Lydia was baptized on Saturday, December 6 and it was really great. We had tons of food and family. It was such a great day and the weather was very nice and sunny. Here are some pics from the day! Agnes and I got a little crazy at the end but who gives frick we can do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVyxDp-pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B0MzwzVvZfg/s1600-h/100_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVyxDp-pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B0MzwzVvZfg/s320/100_2170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257562766047890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This  is the little princess in her baptism dress.  Lydia Ann Pauni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVyfy7EeI/AAAAAAAAALs/ozjIAZCriKA/s1600-h/100_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVyfy7EeI/AAAAAAAAALs/ozjIAZCriKA/s320/100_2171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257558132462050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Lydia with her dad Sione Emili Pauni (my bro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVRi3KugI/AAAAAAAAALk/xu8RdL_ljT0/s1600-h/100_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVRi3KugI/AAAAAAAAALk/xu8RdL_ljT0/s320/100_2176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256992019888642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Isaac with Agnes and baby Simeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVRB79HzI/AAAAAAAAALc/6O8YgcevRRA/s1600-h/100_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVRB79HzI/AAAAAAAAALc/6O8YgcevRRA/s320/100_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256983181598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lani, Dot, Maile and Lydia.  This is my cousin Lani who came and lived with us when I was a baby and she was about 16.  That on my left is her beautiful daughter and for all those boys out there she is single.  Hey so am I boys you must be retards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQ3LbYOI/AAAAAAAAALU/QjnM_lyIx5s/s1600-h/100_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQ3LbYOI/AAAAAAAAALU/QjnM_lyIx5s/s320/100_2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256980293705954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agnes and Dot taking pics of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQhcrjkI/AAAAAAAAALM/9HsjqwlkiWc/s1600-h/100_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQhcrjkI/AAAAAAAAALM/9HsjqwlkiWc/s320/100_2180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256974460489282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agnes, Simeon, Dot and Isaac up front.  Just so you know Simeon is Laila's baby we just took him and added him to our pics cuz he's so cute.  Laila is married to Kurtis which is Shauna's brother and Shauna is my sister-in-law.  Just making sure we all know who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQduhc9I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ul7n4BTz70o/s1600-h/100_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVQduhc9I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ul7n4BTz70o/s320/100_2182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256973461582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby boy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUBA1Yu9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mb1wddVHvoM/s1600-h/100_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUBA1Yu9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/mb1wddVHvoM/s320/100_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255608496077778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Simeon and me.  He has the bluest eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUA1n9xRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cFu0K7kq_-A/s1600-h/100_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUA1n9xRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cFu0K7kq_-A/s320/100_2186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255605486994706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the kiddies. Back row Sister (Clara), Jaycie, Sammie, Sabrina. Bottom row Vivian, Priscilla, Lydia, Julia, Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUAcWjbQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LTxLNQC9ZTk/s1600-h/100_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUAcWjbQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LTxLNQC9ZTk/s320/100_2188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255598703078658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby girl Sister.  That big green bandaid is from her stocking and the metal holder fell on her head.  Don't worry Sione just super glued it shut and rubbed some dirt on it.  No for real though he super glued it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUAGpG-XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x2L0VGnb7Ho/s1600-h/100_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyUAGpG-XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x2L0VGnb7Ho/s320/100_2190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255592875325810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my twin Sammie and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyT_Nzq56I/AAAAAAAAAKc/uYmOk10FJZs/s1600-h/100_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyT_Nzq56I/AAAAAAAAAKc/uYmOk10FJZs/s320/100_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255577618802594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My big bro Sione and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyR0_ZyCNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EWx9K4GtzBM/s1600-h/100_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyR0_ZyCNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EWx9K4GtzBM/s320/100_2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253202930174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go with the crazy pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyR0jxJ00I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yp58DsjmSEs/s1600-h/100_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyR0jxJ00I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Yp58DsjmSEs/s320/100_2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253195512009538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRz8WgaUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/A5XlNjSy_FM/s1600-h/100_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRz8WgaUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/A5XlNjSy_FM/s320/100_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253184931260738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dot Agnes Pam and Martha.  If you don't know Pam and Martha just put in an inquiry and Ill' set up the introduction.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRx1esYvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xKNQyNeNn-Y/s1600-h/100_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRx1esYvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xKNQyNeNn-Y/s320/100_2206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253148726813426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRxpvXf0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X2xkhv5nl8U/s1600-h/100_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyRxpvXf0I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X2xkhv5nl8U/s320/100_2209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253145575522114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my truck I love my truck and it loves you.  If you want we can get in the bed of my truck so you can meet Pam and Martha!  My bad I forgot I was at a baptism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-6351604755027045646?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/6351604755027045646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=6351604755027045646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6351604755027045646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6351604755027045646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/12/lydias-baptism.html' title='Lydia&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STyVyxDp-pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B0MzwzVvZfg/s72-c/100_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-152832702200870287</id><published>2008-12-07T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:01:08.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Catch a Turkey by Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STx-BQ_jtRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fpcenyrJH2M/s1600-h/isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STx-BQ_jtRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fpcenyrJH2M/s320/isaac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277231423577896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You need a turkey because there wouldn't be Thanksgiving without the turkey.  Turkey is good because it provides lots of meat.  Turkey is good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find a turkey in a turkey farm.  You can catch one in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can catch a turkey by assassinating it or shooting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this poem Isaac wrote at school because it proves to me he listens to everything I teach him and maybe a few things he's learned from playing Call of Duty and Halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Of course in my world Thanksgiving is not complete without turkey.&lt;br /&gt;2.It provides lots of meat.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;3.You can catch one in the afternoon because you know damn well I'm not up before 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;4.All you have to do is shoot it or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSASSINATE&lt;/span&gt; it.  Thank you war games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-152832702200870287?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/152832702200870287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=152832702200870287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/152832702200870287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/152832702200870287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-catch-turkey-by-isaac.html' title='How to Catch a Turkey by Isaac'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/STx-BQ_jtRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fpcenyrJH2M/s72-c/isaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-8265195494862364392</id><published>2008-12-01T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:55:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.tmcnet.com/blog/tom-keating/images/santa-claus-chimney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.tmcnet.com/blog/tom-keating/images/santa-claus-chimney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.tmcnet.com/blog/tom-keating/images/santa-claus-chimney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Winter time is definitely the hardest time of the year for me. Its sort of like a bad relative. You can't really get rid of them and they're not always around but when they are it is just so irritating. Except there is always one thing good about them that makes it so you can't completely cut them out of your life. So Winter time is that irritating relative but Christmas is the good part about them. So while I hate winter I do love Christmas time. I love the decorations and the generosity that most people have during this time of year. The focus on Christ and his birth and the wonderful spirit that is felt this month. So in honor of Christmas I'm updating my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; to Christmas tunes. My most favorite Christmas albums, thanks to My Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blundell&lt;/span&gt;, Honey, and a few others, are Nat King Cole, The Carpenters, Kenny Rogers and Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;, Anne Murray, and good old Alabama. I also love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt; II Men's Christmas album thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sione&lt;/span&gt; but those others surely make the Holiday baking and cooking much much better. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; again Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kwanzaa&lt;/span&gt; and Happy Winter solstice and Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt; and whatever else you're celebrating this month. Or not Jehovah's witness just good day to ya! Anyway have a great month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-8265195494862364392?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/8265195494862364392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=8265195494862364392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/8265195494862364392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/8265195494862364392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-6052110886594331187</id><published>2008-11-14T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:54:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4KVDERZOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Iuvc1LLJo4Y/s1600-h/100_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4KVDERZOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Iuvc1LLJo4Y/s320/100_1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268659970786813154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been pretty slow about blogging lately but I wanted to get some of the fun pictures I have posted to here it goes. Starting with Halloween it was such a fun day. Sir and I decided to be New Zealand All Black Rugby players. It was a lot of fun. My little Yaya was a kitty. Sammie was an Angel. Lydia a clown, and baby was a little witch. For dinner we had sloppy joes, chips, and drinks. Of course donuts too and tons of candy. I liked it a lot it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4PVYWPwUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6DULVhBjvLg/s1600-h/100_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4PVYWPwUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6DULVhBjvLg/s320/100_1923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268665474057486658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Mrfmn5SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ib0AorRAxIM/s1600-h/100_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Mrfmn5SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ib0AorRAxIM/s320/100_1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268662555427464482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4NIPWzGzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QufyMZwhy8s/s1600-h/100_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4NIPWzGzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QufyMZwhy8s/s320/100_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268663049282329394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Ls3IIUwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/acvUxzac1bY/s1600-h/100_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Ls3IIUwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/acvUxzac1bY/s320/100_1915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268661479410258690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4NbnF_beI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GP7HLl_2x1I/s1600-h/100_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4NbnF_beI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GP7HLl_2x1I/s320/100_1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268663382071799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Oc3SruRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bTTQAK2PMYY/s1600-h/100_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4Oc3SruRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bTTQAK2PMYY/s320/100_1997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268664503111498002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-6052110886594331187?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/6052110886594331187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=6052110886594331187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6052110886594331187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/6052110886594331187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SR4KVDERZOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Iuvc1LLJo4Y/s72-c/100_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-721905051500533816</id><published>2008-11-04T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:36:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.accessclarkcounty.com/depts/election/PublishingImages/UNC_SAM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 309px; height: 427px;" alt="" src="http://www.accessclarkcounty.com/depts/election/PublishingImages/UNC_SAM.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just got home from voting and it didn't take long and it felt great!  I just have to post this for everyone to go out and vote today it is important!  I know there are a lot of &lt;strong&gt;EXCUSES &lt;/strong&gt;as to why you can't go but here are some &lt;strong&gt;REASONS&lt;/strong&gt; why you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So you can complain.  If you are eligible to vote, but choose not to, we don't have to listen to your whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's your right.  Young people, women and underrepresented groups all fought hard for the right to vote.  And even today there are countries where people are still dying for the right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fashion.  You get to wear an "I Voted" sticker -- definitely fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More federal money...for youth programs, the environment, HIV/AIDS or breast cancer research…whatever your cause! Where do the candidates stand on your issue?  Find out and make sure your concerns are their concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To cancel out someone else's vote.  Whether it's your Dad, your Mom, your teacher, or your soccer coach -- you probably know someone who is going to vote the opposite of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To bust the stereoty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SRC_a0jXtgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kwdaPec_6vs/s1600-h/100_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SRC_a0jXtgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kwdaPec_6vs/s320/100_1999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264918431900612098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pe!"Young people are lazy, they don't care, they won't vote." That's what they say. Let's prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you don't vote, someone else will.  Our government was designed for citizen participation, so if you don't vote - other people are going to make the decisions for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Every vote counts.  The 2000 Presidential election proved how close things can get, so really every vote counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOISE!  Want to make some?  Then vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an FYI in this picture it is Halloween that is why my face is painted up like that.  Isaac and I were New Zealand All Black Players.  Another FYI the All Blacks are a rugby team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-721905051500533816?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/721905051500533816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=721905051500533816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/721905051500533816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/721905051500533816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SRC_a0jXtgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kwdaPec_6vs/s72-c/100_1999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-4460254076242434522</id><published>2008-10-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:38:54.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Burns!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mpg.planetelderscrolls.gamespy.com/images/mhill/blindingsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://mpg.planetelderscrolls.gamespy.com/images/mhill/blindingsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so some of you know I started working mornings. Its been good and bad. I hate waking up in the morning but I love getting work over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I wasn't expecting was the blinding yellow thing that comes up in the sky first thing in the morning. I really thought I was going to go blind! I was guiding in a plane and then all of a sudden I was blinded!  It burned my retinas.  Its been a long time since I've actually been up and outside doing things that early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to it but I also feel very confused.  For example what does one do at 12:00pm when they're getting off work.  I'm usually waking up at that time and getting ready to go to work.  I feel lost and out of place just standing dazed and confused in the employee parking lot asking myself.  Do I go home?  Should I go see my baby girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yaya&lt;/span&gt;?  Should I work another shift? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it will all work out but for right now I'll just get some sunglasses and enjoy all the extra time I have to play with the kids and cook dinner.  Two nights in a row now we've had dinner.  Hawaiian haystacks (which no Hawaiian has ever heard of) and chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; casserole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-4460254076242434522?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/4460254076242434522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=4460254076242434522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/4460254076242434522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/4460254076242434522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-burns.html' title='It Burns!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-710958759837669392</id><published>2008-09-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:23:29.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys in Concert!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so my best friend in the whole wide world took me to the Alicia Keys concert and it was a blast! Alicia Keys has the best voice and she is so freaking pretty. I've never wanted to start a healthy eating/workout program more in my life! So here are some crappy pics because I only had my camera phone but whatever. Also I'm dedicating my playlist to Alicia for the month. I strongly suggest you all get her new cd because it is sooooo good the whole thing is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQGREDmzhI/AAAAAAAAADU/z6i2TRv5ZUc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247826356009881106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQGREDmzhI/AAAAAAAAADU/z6i2TRv5ZUc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a pic of My best bud Eseta Kimoana and Me at the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247826854417033026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQGuExIZ0I/AAAAAAAAADc/PAQqq_jWH1s/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Alicia playing the piano oh did I tell you we were on the 3rd row!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247827396182092642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQHNm__K2I/AAAAAAAAADk/O5GNmBDBnX0/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here she is looking amazing in some really cute high waisted pants that were kind of fuschia colored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830478038507266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQKA_z0HwI/AAAAAAAAADs/-zTYB814mlQ/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e23641592c2f4164" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De23641592c2f4164%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B01D16DCAF4FCCF1AC09B1B7EA7B9F68C1A54B.4661EDEEB2B86B6DBEBCBD63855685249B90213A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De23641592c2f4164%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCCTVYrqfE4cQJ7PmU25X-DjTUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De23641592c2f4164%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105290%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B01D16DCAF4FCCF1AC09B1B7EA7B9F68C1A54B.4661EDEEB2B86B6DBEBCBD63855685249B90213A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De23641592c2f4164%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCCTVYrqfE4cQJ7PmU25X-DjTUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-710958759837669392?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e23641592c2f4164&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/710958759837669392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=710958759837669392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/710958759837669392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/710958759837669392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/09/alicia-keys-in-concert.html' title='Alicia Keys in Concert!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SNQGREDmzhI/AAAAAAAAADU/z6i2TRv5ZUc/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-2636752860331578544</id><published>2008-09-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:25:04.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little footballer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnmHjVVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/5Wt9E9Y0SPQ/s1600-h/isaacfootball4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244485301888701634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnmHjVVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/5Wt9E9Y0SPQ/s320/isaacfootball4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little boy so much!  He is so cute and I love watching him play football.  He's really gotten so good this year.  He plays defense and offense.  This year he's already had a bunch of sacks and tons of tackles.  It's amazing how much talent he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnez5qAjI/AAAAAAAAADA/JCuEmVI0wFc/s1600-h/isaacfootball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244485176354538034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnez5qAjI/AAAAAAAAADA/JCuEmVI0wFc/s320/isaacfootball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other thing I love is seeing him in his uniform.  This guy has got the best booty aka "the cantaloupes" on the planet.  His little cantaloupes are the bomb beezy in the football pants.  I worry for the day he gets into high school and girls are checking em out.  By then they might be Honey Dew though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnNkoYRDI/AAAAAAAAACw/nMbiOOfBVco/s1600-h/isaacfootball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244484880197764146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnNkoYRDI/AAAAAAAAACw/nMbiOOfBVco/s320/isaacfootball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again I can't say enough about this little boy except that he is the love of my life and nobody can ever touch it!!  Print out this little card cause one day he'll go Pro!!!&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/8382289247116316906-2636752860331578544?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/2636752860331578544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=2636752860331578544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2636752860331578544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2636752860331578544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-footballer.html' title='My little footballer!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SMgnmHjVVMI/AAAAAAAAADI/5Wt9E9Y0SPQ/s72-c/isaacfootball4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-2711508923202176355</id><published>2008-09-02T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:50:52.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love please don't leave me!!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to another cold day and I'm getting sad.  Like at the end of a bad relationship when you don't really know if it's on or if it's really over.  I don't want summer to end and I think we're at the end of it.  It's leaving me and I'm not ready for it.  I don't want to leave those lazy summer days tanning by the pool.  Sleeping in until noon and going to Lagoon all day with the kids.  I am sad but like a girl who can't live without a boyfriend I'm excited for the next man in my life. FALL!!  Just like any new boyfriend it has its ups and downs.  I'm definitely excited for football season and Halloween is one of my favorite Holidays.  I love weather that you can wear shorts and a hoodie my all time favorite outfit.  The downside though is definitely the cold.  I hate snow with all my heart and so I'm hoping this year that the snow holds off until late November.  Please snow don't rear your ugly head until Thanksgiving.  Well we'll see how it goes the transition of ending one relationship and starting a new.  I guess worst case scenario if I hate the snow I can cheat on my new man and fly to Hawaii on the weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-2711508923202176355?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/2711508923202176355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=2711508923202176355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2711508923202176355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/2711508923202176355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-please-dont-leave-me.html' title='My love please don&apos;t leave me!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-1843656007125202773</id><published>2008-08-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:37:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;High School Tag: I was a queen!!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school? Nope I dated a boy from K-town!! Thats where the polys were at!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive? I had a 93 green mercury topaz and then a big ol truck crashed into me so I bought my first car!!! A white 94 mercury tracer!!! I called it George because after we bought it we took it to St George or maybe it was because I had a crush on George Tuiasoa I can't remember. It was a stick though and I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of high school?I can't even remember but one time I was with the boys in the boys bathroom filling up water balloons to throw at cars. While we were in there a boy I thought was good lookin came in and started to pee at the urinal. I put my hoodie up over my head and tried to pretend I was a boy but he knew cuz he always looked at me funny ever since that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Were you a party animal? I wasn't a hoochie party animal but it seemed like every weekend we had somewhere to hang out. A party or someones house. Throwing water balloons at the band kids and then they told the cops. I had cops come to my house and say they were going to take me to jail. I laughed and said "oh me and officer Langs son." So dumb. Once I made a pretend scavenger hunt list and pretended I was collecting stuff for Missy Evans birthday. I crossed everything out except gum, soda, a dollar and a quarter. I just wanted to get enough money for the Fugees cd and I came away with enough money and so much gum and soda!! Now I just steal the music from online!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? I wasn't considered a flirt I was considered one of the boys. They would always say Bro's and Dottie before Ho's!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? No and Paige Pollock why you gotta call the Police on me dammit!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Were you a nerd? I don't think so I could hang out with pretty much anyone. By hang out I mean sluff!!! I was voted Best Personality at the Senior Dinner dance which isn't that awesome cuz that means people like you but they think you're either fat or ugly. Must be fat cuz I fo damn sho ain't ugly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams? No I don't play sports I wish I could though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Did you get suspended/ expelled? No thank goodness. I probably should have a few times though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? I actually think I can in fact I just started singing in my head and yes I can still sing it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers? This is hard I didn't have any teachers that changed my life or anything. I liked the ones that let me be a slacker. Mr. Bickmore was awesome because he said he didn't want to deal with my craziness and that I was just going to do night school work. I loved it!! My senior year was great I loved all my teachers because I didn't do a damn thing and I loved it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch? The commons! I usually sat with the boys. a better question was what did you eat? Every day I would get a potato with ham peas cheese and ranch. Two rolls with that lady!!! That is unless I went to Wendy's with the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What was your school's full name? West Jordan High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. School mascot? The ferocious Jaguar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Did you go to Homecoming and who with? I went one year with a kid named Toa. It was lame!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. If you could go back and do it again, would you? I don't think so. On one hand I'd like to say yes and go back and be such a good student and all that crap but I know I wouldn't. Cause I could go to college right now and be a good student but I insist on throwing bags and hangin out with the boys. Nothings changed I'm still the same. I loved those carefree days though!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What do you remember most about graduation? I remember all my flower leis. They smelled so good. Plus who remebers that one girls speach about the Wubbzy was a Wuzzle and the Woosle Bamboozle. Who approved her talk? Plus that one Administrator that said in 10 years some of us would be in prison and some of us would be sluts. She didn't say slut but a kinder word like Hussie maybe. It was shocking. All the boys wearing there Jazz shirts under there gowns. Graduation was boring but the swim party at Anna's house after was fun. Plus my graduation Luau I'll never forget that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Where did you go senior skip day? Senior skip day was everyday!!! I can't remember but I know I went somewhere with Matthias and Shad and Rob I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Were you in a club? Gayla and I joined FBLA and DECA but didn't do anything with them. I was in the pictures though. I ate some food of theirs at a social they had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Have you gained some weight since then? Oh hell ya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Who was your prom date? Aaron Sorensen. This was funny because most girls dream of prom and I was pissed because it was the same night as an Oscar de la Hoya fight. I wanted to watch the fight I was sad. Plus Ange told me he was going to try and hold my hand so I didn't even go by him all night. I'm sorry Aaron you really are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? I didn't go I had just started this job at Delta and couldn't take time off. I don't know if I would have gone though I'm not as social as I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself? Go to class and take your grades seriously. Get into college and go away don't do SLCC and stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag: Every one of my blog people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-1843656007125202773?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/1843656007125202773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=1843656007125202773' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1843656007125202773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1843656007125202773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-353097408121786174</id><published>2008-08-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:46:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheens!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SKXab_V8MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/ncNeQINEeJY/s1600-h/dotangjus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234830316282851426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SKXab_V8MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/ncNeQINEeJY/s320/dotangjus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I just got home from New York and I'll post about it but first let me talk about the best part!!! Justin and Sarah Sheen. We were able to go and see Justin Sheen and his wife Sarah who we had never met.  It was so good to see Justin he is such a great guy and even better was his wife Sarah.  It's always scary meeting a friends spouse because you never know and I was afraid she wouldn't like us.  I was pleasantly surprised how awesome she was.  She is the greatest girl on the planet and I am so happy for Justin.  I could hang out with her any day of the week!!!  They have the cutest apartment and she has it decorated so cute.  They are so cute together and Justin is such a great husband.  We had the best dinner and dessert and chatted about everything from crazy mormons to the frat boys and Mayor Bloomberg to Beyonce.  I had such a great time with them and will definitely be back for more.  They were my favorite part of the whole trip.  Justin and Sarah you guys are the best and I'm so happy Justin found you Sarah because he really is a better man having you in his life!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS for all those wondering Justin is living it up in New York you should all be jealous because he lives a life most of us only dream about! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-353097408121786174?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/353097408121786174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=353097408121786174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/353097408121786174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/353097408121786174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/08/sheens.html' title='Sheens!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SKXab_V8MGI/AAAAAAAAACo/ncNeQINEeJY/s72-c/dotangjus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-5124037895470493272</id><published>2008-08-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:28:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know can you???</title><content type='html'>This sentence is my biggest pet peeve.  I was at work today and my crew was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  There  is this one guy though that drives me a little nutty when I work with him.  We've already established that he considers women second class.  That right there should have painted you a picture and if you know me this kind of guy is my worst enemy.  Well we were loading the Paris flight and all the bags go into things called cans and then onto the plane.  So I was loading bags into the can the way someone had just shown me and he said to do it a different way so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; whatever.  Then I loaded more bags and he told me he was going to show me a trick and turned them all different directions and said that was better.  No matter what I did he had an idea for everything.  So finally I went to load a bag and said, "Hey can I put this one right here."  His reply "I don't know can you?"  My head almost started spinning in a circle with fire and steam coming out of it.  I really wanted to slap him with a "Bitch, No you didn't just say that to me!!!"  Instead I gave him my best Utah mom church smile and lifted the bag up onto the pile like it was nothing and said, " oh I can lift it I just didn't want you to have to rearrange it again."  So for future reference if I ask if I can have or do something and you say, with that damn grin that people always have, when saying " I don't know CAN you?" I will punch you so hard that it ruptures your spleen!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I won't do that but I will say something rude to indicate that we are no longer friendly with each other and there will be tension between us so thick you could cut it with a knife!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so now that I've ranted on about this what are your biggest pet peeves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-5124037895470493272?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/5124037895470493272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=5124037895470493272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5124037895470493272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5124037895470493272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-can-you.html' title='I don&apos;t know can you???'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-3846994531617561367</id><published>2008-07-25T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check these out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SIm-HdyuwFI/AAAAAAAAACg/AM1rHI6g0fE/s1600-h/siodotsam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917878005940306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SIm-HdyuwFI/AAAAAAAAACg/AM1rHI6g0fE/s320/siodotsam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so all of you know how much I love my brother and that I think he's a genius so go and check out his blog at thelamanite.blogspot.com.  I will warn you in advance that this site is pretty much questions and wonderings mostly about mormon doctrine.  Its pretty complex and some may hate it but it gets me thinking so check it out.  Also if you're interested in learning more about the Brigham Young journal of discourses check out his friend Life on a Plate.  This guy is a GENIUS for sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SIm9EN9MNNI/AAAAAAAAACY/fPB-ANCBmIA/s1600-h/falldowntree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226916722703611090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SIm9EN9MNNI/AAAAAAAAACY/fPB-ANCBmIA/s320/falldowntree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another shout out to this blog. It's called falldowntree.blogspot.com this guy has some great artwork and for all those who are having babies and have kids he's got some great stuff so check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-3846994531617561367?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/3846994531617561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=3846994531617561367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3846994531617561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/3846994531617561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-these-out.html' title='Check these out!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SIm-HdyuwFI/AAAAAAAAACg/AM1rHI6g0fE/s72-c/siodotsam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-1940649373108027517</id><published>2008-07-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:34:58.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Poor!!!</title><content type='html'>OK so anyone that lives in the Sunstone Village neighborhood knows about the low income housing drama. Basically across the road they are building a New High School, some low income housing, and a Walmart. A group of people in Sunstone Village have taken it upon themselves to form a committee to appeal the low income project. They find that it would be better suited somewhere else and that the value of their homes would drop if such housing were built across the street. I am so upset and irritated by the mindset of these people. Especially coming from active Christians who have more knowledge of gospel principles and have chosen to set a higher standard of spiritual behavior for themselves. With the help of my brother a letter was composed to give out to this neighborhood. They have placed many letters of there opinions on my doorstep and I felt I should offer them the same courtesy with my own opinion. My parents didn't want me causing any trouble though and because I respect them I won't print out these papers but I will post it on my blog. So to all of you who live in Sunstone village this one's for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To all the good Saints and Christians of Sunstone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been following the recent debate on low income housing, and have reached the point of disgust. I can’t in good conscience stay silent any longer. To those of you who are L.D.S. and continue to resist this low income apartment complex, please consider the words of King Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;“ 16 And also, ye yourselves will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prov. 19: 17; TG Charity; TG Service; TG Welfare." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/4/16a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;succor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; those that stand in need of your succor; ye will administer of your substance unto him that standeth in need; and ye will not suffer that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prov. 21: 13; Isa. 10: 2; Luke 3: 11; D&amp;amp;C 38: 16." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/4/16b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; putteth up his petition to you in vain, and turn him out to perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BM17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;17 Perhaps thou shalt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prov. 17: 5." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/4/17a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;: The man has brought upon himself his misery; therefore I will stay my hand, and will not give unto him of my food, nor impart unto him of my substance that he may not suffer, for his punishments are just—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BM18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;18 But I say unto you, O man, whosoever doeth this the same hath great cause to repent; and except he repenteth of that which he hath done he perisheth forever, and hath no interest in the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BM19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;19 For behold, are we not all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Prov. 22: 2; 1 Cor. 4: 7." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/4/19a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;beggars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;? Do we not all depend upon the same Being, even God, for all the substance which we have, for both food and raiment, and for gold, and for silver, and for all the riches which we have of every kind? “ Mosiah 4:16-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard excuse after excuse as to why we should deny these individuals the opportunity to live amongst us, e.g. reduction in home equity, crime, crowding, traffic congestion and the list goes on. However, our Christianity allows for none of these exceptions when those less fortunate need assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a recent note found on our doorstep an individual states, “We believe there are better locations or alternatives to the ones being proposed”. If it is not right for our community why should it be right for another? Or do you plan to expel them to a piece of desert property next to the landfill? I say no. Let us care for and succor those in need, damn the real or perceived consequences. The only consequence worthy of discussion is our Christian responsibility to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you good Saints and Christians of Sunstone with a little more from our God and exemplar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cf.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Lev&amp;amp;c=19&amp;amp;v=10&amp;amp;t=KJV#10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lev 19:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; And thou shalt not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather [every] grape of thy vineyard; thou shalt leave them for the poor and stranger: I [am] the LORD your God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cf.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Lev&amp;amp;c=25&amp;amp;v=35&amp;amp;t=KJV#35"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lev 25:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And if thy brother be waxen poor, and fallen in decay with thee; then thou shalt relieve him: [yea, though he be] a stranger, or a sojourner; that he may live with thee. (I thought this especially poignant!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cf.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Deu&amp;amp;c=15&amp;amp;v=11&amp;amp;t=KJV#11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deu 15:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; For the poor shall never cease out of the land: therefore I command thee, saying, Thou shalt open thine hand wide unto thy brother, to thy poor, and to thy needy, in thy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cf.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mar&amp;amp;c=10&amp;amp;v=21&amp;amp;t=KJV#21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mar 10:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; Then Jesus beholding him loved him, and said unto him, One thing thou lackest: go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up the cross, and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you may succeed in other areas of kindness I beg you to remember the words of the Apostle Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Cor 13: 1-2 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="GR love." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/13/1a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BM2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2 And though I have the gift of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="TG Prophecy." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/13/2a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;, and understand all b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="TG Mysteries of Godliness." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/13/2b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mysteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all fell within my stewardship I would call you to repentance here and now. But since you do not I ask politely that you reconsider the heathenistic, pagan, cold hearted stance you’ve taken on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Christianity leaves no room for equivocation regarding the poor. In fact, it dictates that you accept them into your homes without compensation or complaint. All we are asking is that you allow them to live among you. I urge you to know them and maybe even share some of the principles of the Gospel that bring you happiness. Namely: thriftiness, self-reliance, hard work, frugality, savings, and charity etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you, who are not Christian, just know that there is a power greater than you and it/he/she expects more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With passion and purpose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovethepoor@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-1940649373108027517?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/1940649373108027517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=1940649373108027517' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1940649373108027517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1940649373108027517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-poor.html' title='Love the Poor!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-1306318415562819590</id><published>2008-07-06T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:35.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always had mixed feelings about the 4th. It's always been a love hate realationship. I think its because in the past I've always built it up in my mind to be spectacular and it doesn't ever come out the way it does in my brain. So this year since I had to work I didn't expect anything from it and it turned out to be one of the most fun 4ths I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up that morning to a great great breakfast courtesy of Honey!!! Watched So You Think You Can Dance again because I dvr it. watched the kids swim and hung out a bit then I was off to work. Work was so much fun. There was nothing to do really each flight had maybe 30 bags on it. So the night was filled with last card and spades. It was great. I got out of there by 8:30 and home in time to throw a hamburger on the grill, light fireworks, and then go to the 10:30 showing of The Incrediby Hulk. Yes i put Incrediby because my brother called him that since we were small and we still do. I loved the movie it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was another great one. I woke up watched a little mtv and then I went to Home Depot with Nokes. I have to say I love me some Home Depot it always makes me feel like I can build a house fro scratch. Ha ha ha. Well it was fun and then me and the Nokes took our rides to the car wash and cleaned em up real good and to finish off the night I went to Hancock. I loved this one too. It was a good time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB5qcOzJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8GjrwmZOhPU/s1600-h/yayasmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219805738162136722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB5qcOzJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8GjrwmZOhPU/s320/yayasmore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my little yaya eating a smore.  She's my little baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219803354362436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB3fr4qW9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vLHVzx3rmjM/s320/agdot4th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Agnes and Me trying to light punks for the fireworks. I'm still wearing the work clothes and no I'm not a crossing guard and I'm not directing traffic!!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219803544528109538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB3qwTsP-I/AAAAAAAAABY/j7W3Y6DZbn4/s320/bacfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the Bacciocco family.  Kurtis holding Leo and Laila holding baby Cinnamon (Simeon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219804218912824834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4SAliXgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nBIQKYFAVqA/s320/siodotsam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Big Bro Sione and Me.  With Sammie peaking in from the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219803752075683138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB321e45UI/AAAAAAAAABg/Mvo8C5aoUX0/s320/yayasione.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little yaya looking like an orphan with Sione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4jHNWRXI/AAAAAAAAACI/C2uHqUTu4u0/s1600-h/isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219804512748193138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4jHNWRXI/AAAAAAAAACI/C2uHqUTu4u0/s320/isaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isaac swimming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4a8RFwyI/AAAAAAAAACA/PMMtfOEdWoI/s1600-h/isaaswim5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219804372372144930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4a8RFwyI/AAAAAAAAACA/PMMtfOEdWoI/s320/isaaswim5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4Jx8sPGI/AAAAAAAAABw/vdnaHpp8u3M/s1600-h/yayaisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219804077544455266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB4Jx8sPGI/AAAAAAAAABw/vdnaHpp8u3M/s320/yayaisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac making yaya laugh in the pool.  These two are my little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/8382289247116316906-1306318415562819590?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/1306318415562819590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=1306318415562819590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1306318415562819590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1306318415562819590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July weekend!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SHB5qcOzJpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8GjrwmZOhPU/s72-c/yayasmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-5850901749439419377</id><published>2008-06-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:57:38.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok so I'm biting off of Katrina's post about summer but while I was at work today I thought about all the things I love about summer!  So I'm going to talk about what I love because it's a little different than Katrina's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-I love the days at Lagoon and Lagoon a Beach.  I love the freezing cold water and the lazy river.  I love my big ol self in a swimsuit and swimskirt and tank top.  I love all the crazy people at Lagoon and by crazy I mean white trash, mexican's who always win the big stuffed animals, and just geto geto folk.  Why just the other day I was out in Farmington went to Lagoon a Beach, showered and got dressed and realized I didn't have a bra.  So I just went without one.  I put on a really tight shirt under a loose shirt and I had a great time.  I guess whats sad is I kind of just fit in!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-I love driving around on my tug at work and feeling the air at sunset blow against my face.  Its warm with a touch of cool and it blows in one short sleeve across my back and out the other sleeve!  It's the greatest feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-I love sno shack and getting snow cones and cotton candy and carameled apples...churros and taffy I love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-I love making my summer jams cd the one that you play in the car with the windows down and that sunset air again just blowing through the car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-I love the hotdogs, hamburgers, chips, soda, ice cream, fireworks, and the fresh cut lawns.  The grass that is thick and green and feels like a soft cool blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Concerts at Usana Amphitheatre everything from The Game to Motley Crue to Martina McBride and that same geto trash from Lagoon pulls themselves out of the woodwork for these too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-So You Think You Can Dance!!  I love it love it love it.  I am in love with Joshua and Twitch this year.  I want to put those boys on the Hot Tamale train and smother them in cheese.  I love to watch dance and this is the best!! Go Hip Hop and Contemporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-It might be gross but I love that summer smell at West Fest!  Its a mixture of a warm summer night, cigarettes, cotton candy, bbq and beer.  That is the best smell to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm just happy for summer to be here and probably the best thing which is a pre cursor to fall is the summer training camps for football.  This year I'm going to the Chargers training camp and I'm so excited.  To see LaDanian Tomlinson and Shawne Merriman oh damn I might just die!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a great summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-5850901749439419377?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/5850901749439419377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=5850901749439419377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5850901749439419377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5850901749439419377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-5771439112242181692</id><published>2008-05-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:30:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>This is also my first blog tag.  There is something on myspace that is similar though so I think I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call the Delta credit union and get my loan finalized.  I bought a truck and I love it but you'll hear more about that in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the mall and buy some essentials from Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean my room and bathroom because Honey says I can't go to Katrina's until those are clean.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Isaac's football game and then straight to Eliza and Lydia's spring dance recital. &lt;br /&gt;5. Sign up for Netflix.  I have a lot of movie watching to do and I'd rather have those delivered to the mailbox then have to drive to the movie store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet Coke!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bottlecaps&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate Cake think of the movie Matilda and Brucie eating the chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;4. Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;5. Wint O Green lifesavers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I suddenly became a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1. pay all my bills&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a piece of land and build a neighborhood and fill it with my family and all my ghetto friends. &lt;br /&gt;3. build a home in Tonga on my family's land.&lt;br /&gt;4. quit my job and raise my neices and nephews and have some kids and raise those too.&lt;br /&gt;5. devote one day a week doing temple and service work for the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I've lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. West Jordan, UT (Dixie Valley aka the ghetto)&lt;br /&gt;2. West Jordan, UT (9000 S. aka a different world from Dixie Valley)&lt;br /&gt;3. Herriman, UT&lt;br /&gt;4. South Jordan, UT&lt;br /&gt;5. This spot is saved for my future husband...wherever he is thats where I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheree's (a wannabe Leatherbys it was nerdy)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hometown Buffet (sucked...I can't even tell you how much this sucked)&lt;br /&gt;3. 3rd party phone verification (my best week of working with Ange.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Eco Water Systems ( this was so awesome I had a key to the place and there were never any bosses there.  I was at this warehouse alone at night and I'd call friends and talk all night.  It was so ghetto I loved this place.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Teltrust ( this job sucked I was basically directory assistance...what city and state please)&lt;br /&gt;Five wasn't enough for me but I'm now with Delta and I love it.  I've been with this job for 9 years 8 1/2 of that was in Reservations and now I'm on the ramp.  The ramp rocks my world and I'll never leave it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things people may not now about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a dance fanatic.  I love to watch dance.  I go to my neices dance perfomances and then stay for the whole program.  I buy the dance program and make marks in it about who I liked and what companies I think are good.  I love the lyrical/modern dances and I love the hip hop and the open dances and the solos.  I just love it all.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a pleaser.  I try to make sure everyone is happy and accomodated.  I can't say no which is sometimes bad for me because I try to do too much and it's not always good for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love jewelry.  I love jewelry and gems and silver and gold.  I love the look of jewelry and I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have an old spirit. I'd love nothing more than to stay at home in an old lady nightgown knitting and watching tv and movies or talking with the ladies on the porch watching everyone in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like history.  I've recently been fascinated history and art.  I'm not an art fanatic but I've been doing research on art and I like it.  I love history too.  I really like to hear about past events and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite musicians/bands&lt;br /&gt;1. Bob Marley, Lucky Dube, Ub40&lt;br /&gt;2. Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;3. Alicia Keys, Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;4. Slow jams, Old School&lt;br /&gt;5. Rap, Hip Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tagged friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have 5 friends.  If you read this blog then you're tagged!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-5771439112242181692?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/5771439112242181692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=5771439112242181692' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5771439112242181692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/5771439112242181692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-7683048185051122861</id><published>2008-04-29T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:11:13.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Light!!!</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows I work at Delta on the ramp.  I love it and I get all kinds of crazy things some great like the shipment of fresh organic basil from Hawaii that smells so good.  Some things not so great like Mr. John Doe that has passed away and unfortunately is being shipped home to be buried (that is another blog for another time).  Then we have the bags also very different.  The bags to Anchorage are ALL heavy and I mean 70lbs heavy.  The bags to Las Vegas are always light.  Everyone from China and Mexico pack Heavy.  The Asians have high tech baggage that I've never seen before.  The Mexicans pack like Polynesians heavy and ghetto in boxes and coolers and duct taped.  The bag I hate the most though is the dumb idiot that thinks hmmm I have this medium sized suit case and I'm going to pack everything I own in it.  Then to get it closed they stand on it and have someone else zip it up and the zipper is ready to burst.  Well by the time its been thrown from belt to cart to belt to cart and up the loader to me just one tug and all that SHIZ comes falling out all over the place.  The zipper is broken and all your damn stuff is all over.  Thats right your millions of shoes your shirts, pants, underwear yes girls underwear is all over the bin.  While I'm trying to get it all back in the bag and can't zip it up cause now it's broken I'm cursing you hoping that all your crap gets ruined or lost.  P.S.  To the genius that thought he'd check his backpack full of beer and wine not only did it break and spill all over everything...It leaked all onto me when I pulled your bag off the pile you dumb Crack!!!  &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Dottie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-7683048185051122861?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/7683048185051122861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=7683048185051122861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/7683048185051122861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/7683048185051122861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/04/pack-light.html' title='Pack Light!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382289247116316906.post-1638514760576593146</id><published>2008-04-22T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:08:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I caved today and I signed up for a blog.  Every married person I know has one and every single person I know has a myspace.  I was going to just keep my myspace until I got married and then start the blogging world.  But I just have too many awesome things that happen to me that I want to talk about now!  So I'm going to just do it...I'm now a blog lady.  So forget marriage and singledom and all that crap.  I'm blogging because I'm so freakin awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382289247116316906-1638514760576593146?l=dotpound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/feeds/1638514760576593146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382289247116316906&amp;postID=1638514760576593146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1638514760576593146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382289247116316906/posts/default/1638514760576593146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotpound.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-caved.html' title='I caved!!!'/><author><name>Ms. Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318345102409065814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B8wxiavv3ic/SA5tYY28fmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JXv2IiLW4mQ/S220/dotchurch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
