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This. Is. Happening. I don't know what came over me but I decided that it's time to start blogging again.. I have a bajillion pictures that I was trying to put onto a contact sheet in Photoshop, that I was trying to make in a poster, that I was trying to get printed, and I just thought whilst I'm trying to figure all that out, I might as well do a blog post. So weird. Blogging is still a thing right? Like for normal people? Well I need to be better about journaling anyway... So I am doing it! I've got my arms around my babe and I am tip tap typing away.. Oh yeah that's right, we have a new addition..</div>
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Theodore Russel Tonks</div>
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This kiddo was born on November 23rd, 2013. He weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces (although if any of you saw our xmas card/birth announcement, I put he was 7 ounces 13 pounds. Clearly I'm a tad sleep deprived. What do ya want from me?! I just had a baby!)</div>
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It has been so great having him around and having three has not been as terrifying as I thought it would. I've been brave and we've gone on a few outings just me and the boys which is hilarious because I've got Teddy in the carseat or baby bjorn, Landry holding my hand, Dexter holding Landry's hand, and a whole lot of strange looks from people. Yes I know we are crazy to have three kids that are four and under but we love it.</div>
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Oh we're so great. And I'm also aware that I live in a house with four boys and when the time comes to have another (which will probably be in a year given how crazy we are) that child will probably be a boy and it's cool because my boys are quite incredible and I love them all madly (#runonsentencemuch).</div>
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So that is what's going on with the badonkatonks. Just living it up quite nice. Like I said I've got so many pictures and hopefully I will get around to doing another post. I'm mainly avoiding a giant pile of laundry but at least I'm not just surfing around Pinterest. I'm blogging for posterity or some crap like that.</div>
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Wow.. this blog post only took me like ten minutes.. I for reals may keep this up. Don't hold your breath though.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-32701591136913686762012-03-02T21:58:00.005-07:002012-03-02T22:18:50.027-07:00Family of Four<div style="text-align: center; "><span >Can you believe it? The badonkatonkas are now with two children!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Our little Landry Elton Tonks came into our world on February 16th, 2012. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >He weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces and was 22 inches long. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span > He's gonna be our football player </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >(and no we are not football people, I was not aware of the Dallas Cowboys coach Tom Landry before we named our child)</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Anyway, he is so wonderful and we are so happy to finally have him here!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Just a few pics..</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><span ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DkgnXTir11GXlc6H5SeSvftspE0Eb5J3YqoLYUd-VlDcKp7T_ho37rTaF_DMCPg8KtkSLpjgO27bm2SUDTtcpG7Be6CMhMQNOSaF6XL4xtEMdd6hf1cwCcqlRXBx3QinS4aDHHx_/s320/IMG_3546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715531676540403410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; "><span >Here's our little family of four.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; "><span >Dexter approves. For the most part.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; "><span ><br /></span></div><span ><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTv_txtysV3Q9nwEO1_0yWLBu1Oi9xajqjJxIFE6FyRFB5ovDKw13FlcdxeMi8w-yXSXY0rMU875TJv6lhuMaE6VDDJXHGiEsp-fQ3mHeD2L70rnSCqbqgwNMFczJV2IBo72RUEcCn/s320/1381_268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715531685520801138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px; " /></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And here is our family of four all cleaned up. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "> Got these done at a place in Lehi called </span><a href="http://www.camerashy.com/" style="font-size: 100%; ">Camera Shy</a><span style="font-size: 100%; "> and I am seriously going there every 6 months now. Love that place.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div></span><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgarFU92G0f15Gr5pJf3m1ETIeMS9YPVuxH0sbbiF-kI8u8DL9BBdcE_hnkJWSEesONYVMxBgGDuYkuX_GQ_LZiJ8AW_NzmASRzXPqI7X79QPCLv02XTMF5BU7RdRgPq8fA2EjlUo1/s320/1381_176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715531696233953954" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Two brothers</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Dex really has been such a great big brother. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I was worried and don't get me wrong, the big bro has had his moments but mostly he is so fascinated and in love with his lil bro Landry.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnB6iPBq7xosZpK56Bm_o4kQ5Zj6BJUi7hGEVJTFu5J_KyTTKIJg_11zVSBtRzf22yMYmJQiz3sM7myqQ94KRZsW0ivdtEM2OQeyzgfV2DC_PvA0YTbdoIlxFvtKX0reOM0hGk-IU/s320/1381_194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715532009536597298" /></span></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >And finally... A shot of the one and only, Landry Elton Tonks!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Ahhh I love him so much!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >He is in his crib right now and I miss him.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >I wish I could say that I will be blogging more about our many adventures as the fab four but I really can't make any promises. I mean I'm a mother of two now people! But I'm obsessed with instagram so if you need a daily dose of Dex & Landry then go ahead and follow me on there. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >xoxo</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span >Devy Girl</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-70314317664915445522011-12-16T07:53:00.002-07:002011-12-16T08:10:17.475-07:00You Say It's Your Birthday...<div style="text-align: center;">Happy 2nd birthday to Dexter!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCQDf21XZ_kjKOGg4dIpPhyK4EZXUGPzMx6qwi-_RMTZfsMDY0t9Gkk3oyHUJ5oayW3UJRg8lMeX1wBBH_vBWMCw7Qo18llAapQVQjHJcxq5aos6aQU2KhkiEVred1e3iWxu_0MGY/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686740801644094914" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe my baby is now two and no longer a baby. He is basically a little man with a mind of his own and we love every bit of him. Even if he is actually taking advantage of the term 'terrible twos'. He might act a little horrible at times but it's super adorable watching him sit in a time out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwpZ3WYpe5IMEY44_eqGKTLCydQSFAKRvcJNVJm_x0sJUA5P1btxwu2ibbMYpGZQnfDSrET2ivV0Jdrpn9H72_ypOUznqMRZMeq4wR32dxx9HgHhb-aK8eVeURuL9pnB-eWPFuwqH/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwpZ3WYpe5IMEY44_eqGKTLCydQSFAKRvcJNVJm_x0sJUA5P1btxwu2ibbMYpGZQnfDSrET2ivV0Jdrpn9H72_ypOUznqMRZMeq4wR32dxx9HgHhb-aK8eVeURuL9pnB-eWPFuwqH/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686740791280544546" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't he the cutest?!? Have to give credit to Devon's aunt Kristy Woolf for taking this picture. And it is classic Dexter because he is holding a pair of keys. This kid is obsessed with keys. And not the ones that you get out of a bin marked 'useless' at Home Depot. He wants the legit ones that people actually need to drive their cars, complete with an unlock/lock button. He is pretty good at keeping tabs on them, except the rare occasion that he is not (sorry Steph, I bet if he came to your house right now he would be able to find them for you).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy happy birthday Dexter!! Right now we are celebrating by watching the Lady Gaga performance on Ellen for about the 67th time. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. This kid loves his Gaga almost as much as he loves his Ellen. I've raised him well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Devy Girl </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-31190027247295723582011-09-22T14:25:00.002-06:002011-09-22T14:35:53.511-06:00Happy Anniversary!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithpTiCeFaRdNlBAEjpZACThO7ylnkzq5v-VCeEqRtRScJ-jGU06QKD0tfu-XpFQpjcG8Rh34DIWj0CS3OiEWwiXRxCXDvIg1UEO8BqQX_rfa23xEYoT4P5UaGXr3kzJE2Idtamd4X/s1600/DSC00338_0084_084.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283021756378290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithpTiCeFaRdNlBAEjpZACThO7ylnkzq5v-VCeEqRtRScJ-jGU06QKD0tfu-XpFQpjcG8Rh34DIWj0CS3OiEWwiXRxCXDvIg1UEO8BqQX_rfa23xEYoT4P5UaGXr3kzJE2Idtamd4X/s320/DSC00338_0084_084.jpg" /></a> We have been married 4 years today.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I don't have any wedding pictures on this computer but I would have put this pic up anyway...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Happy Anniversary to my Lil' Devy!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Can't believe it's been 4 years. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">That means we've known each other almost 5 years! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">For realsy, sometimes it's like we're still strangers. Keeps it interesting.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Anyway thanks for marrying me and helping me produce 1 and a quarter children.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">P.S. That quarter child.. Yeah we know what gender it is. But I'm waiting until I get pictures of our gender reveal cake from my sisters to blog reveal it. So Chels or Ces can I have them please? </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-90941756736409479562011-08-29T21:35:00.003-06:002011-08-29T21:49:38.362-06:00Love on Top<div align="center">Oh man I love when I am pregnant with relevant and fabulous celebrities.
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<br /><div align="center">Last pregnancy I was sharing my baby bump with all the E! reality stars...
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<br /><p align="center">But I'm good with sharing baby joy with Beyonce.
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<br /><div align="center">And if these rumors are true I will be beyond thrilled!!</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Yes when I became pregnant one of my first thoughts was which celebrity will share my due date. That's how my brain works. I am one of those people who refer to celebs by their first name. Lady B & Jen & I will be so cute together!!</div>
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<br /><div align="center">More posts to come soon hopefully... I've still got our Myrtle Beach trip that we took waaay back in April to blog about.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">xoxo</div>
<br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-42608858078505847162011-07-15T21:20:00.000-06:002011-07-15T21:20:21.284-06:00Welcome to Fabulous...<div align="center">LAS VEGAS!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Yes this trip happened 3 months ago but it's still very near and dear to my heart so I had to share it. Plus Devon is out of town and I'm holding off on watching the last 4 episodes of Pretty Little Liars because I don't want to be caught up ever. What's the fun in waiting a week to see what crazy antics A will get the girls into? So I'm blogging... I may just blog about Myrtle Beach too. But most likely not. Don't get your hopes up.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">We had a weekend away from our lil Dex and joined <a href="http://loviofam.blogspot.com/">Steph&Danny</a> for a wonderful trip to Vegas. It was a much needed getaway and the first time we both went on a trip without the babe. </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517518886582274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq2B-rScN4fPAzGjAX2cknGYkjFRUTE_ptBWTq1FZ2MhPJgXtAItTAm7iW8ObGpwzzSITprhVu4l_kl54l1cmdzAUU4oIGT8HfPgYrw2aVeqdtslZg3VGfstE_z3alURgAbqIRNzG/s320/Picture+189.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center">We did one of those hotel arrangements where you just put in what you're willing to pay and have to actually pay for the room before you know what it is. Lady luck was certainly on our side because the travel site chose M hotel for us. Yeah it was on Top Chef Las Vegas. And it was awesome.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SP4EOIUwz6pXGYr6mSv12Oq4S9zjOYV7OWN5nETsaaUR33q082XHBjf4UwHrKgWHk2ApowKhcm-KIC8Ty5FDVq2hUwUdiSUww2mLF45L5IRd5zGSE20b_WoS-AcOiOguLI4ylvyE/s1600/Picture+191.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515757412741154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SP4EOIUwz6pXGYr6mSv12Oq4S9zjOYV7OWN5nETsaaUR33q082XHBjf4UwHrKgWHk2ApowKhcm-KIC8Ty5FDVq2hUwUdiSUww2mLF45L5IRd5zGSE20b_WoS-AcOiOguLI4ylvyE/s320/Picture+191.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>Ahhh Heaven. The new H&M in Caesars Palace. Well new-ish since it's taken me months to write this blog. Even so, it was glorious and I could of spent hours in there and I'm pretty sure we spent hundreds.. Luckily Devon took up Craps that weekend and we ended up gaining like $300 bucks so H&M basically gave me their clothes. Ugh I wish!</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515745370068770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFt9xiZI0IoS7OBDvnvUrOZgJg0i5IqdsUfMJj3uWUdgscHaj_SRxivxUzU9PJz0LT4cdpRdsvMuG5DEfTSyzBx0B1imR62qpQsOdkgezy4IutZXSWe_xru3bJSc2XpCdKOZ5gdqXM/s320/Picture+193.jpg" /></p><br /><br /><p align="center">Before shopping bliss, we went to Max Brenner for a delicious meal. Poor Stephanie was sick that weekend so she didn't eat much. I'm pretty sure I ate more than enough for the both of us.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53gldCZCQai95z9310Q1dqM46LlYE9RNIH8bFqbADQdz6eaY2J1ns31_SQV82rlr3amN41cb9KhyphenhyphenrW6tJwkH78e33p1MG1xM0h59uxDE07vWCm97WjId2PDHn04ID5G6eIH1UWKKy/s1600/Picture+192.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515756227568498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53gldCZCQai95z9310Q1dqM46LlYE9RNIH8bFqbADQdz6eaY2J1ns31_SQV82rlr3amN41cb9KhyphenhyphenrW6tJwkH78e33p1MG1xM0h59uxDE07vWCm97WjId2PDHn04ID5G6eIH1UWKKy/s320/Picture+192.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a>All Devon had was this tiny milkshake. Mmm he was stuffed.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515742002263362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTVs3Y40xijDr3u3kHZRy-332g_dp-b92l6DmaMS3G83PJTAlj9-0yRwtawmyLhJVpJ18yPN75UfXClMarz1zMPGhUxQy7dCj8of2sZDBtOJvQ6OCX6QT11Me7WeoVqICEjwdDq-V/s320/Picture+194.jpg" /><br />They had Hash House A Go Go in our hotel, yeah it was featured on Man V. Food. We love Adam Richman. Devon had some delectable biscuits n' gravy.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5K2HJTvZTaQYvN6LgG-HtOdQi_nUF5mhglxGaWq1YgomJkip5Gfx1lT9Bpu8oVRrKOrnHB22UhPtulZoJ_3ByksYTKLHDh118ULSfVZt1eE632f7HctQsL1ikUdU48DC4xTqRkdhV/s1600/Picture+195.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607515737927125602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5K2HJTvZTaQYvN6LgG-HtOdQi_nUF5mhglxGaWq1YgomJkip5Gfx1lT9Bpu8oVRrKOrnHB22UhPtulZoJ_3ByksYTKLHDh118ULSfVZt1eE632f7HctQsL1ikUdU48DC4xTqRkdhV/s320/Picture+195.jpg" /></a><br />I had an enormous waffle which was scrumptious. Yes those glasses are really real. I'm not just being super trendy or ironic. </p><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMm4YNedFuI24PIqoEWk46aHlLP2701Cc1PCt7F_FMgah6GDl8Z-GjjzGXgc0Qjg6HC0c37LSUYGbEZYJu16iyzDmRA_7LCW9WDub1LZP9rmrfhMe8wvTy1KBUzBiZimZinG99yO7f/s1600/Picture+196.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514585937238322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMm4YNedFuI24PIqoEWk46aHlLP2701Cc1PCt7F_FMgah6GDl8Z-GjjzGXgc0Qjg6HC0c37LSUYGbEZYJu16iyzDmRA_7LCW9WDub1LZP9rmrfhMe8wvTy1KBUzBiZimZinG99yO7f/s320/Picture+196.jpg" /></a>The main reason for our trip..... BRANDON FLOWERS!! He played at the House of Blues obviously. It was the best concert ever!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JRE8fXwzAwAcuiSlPPUpBxgOZB3QNl5ySQsg9AK2drB7t-shC4fM2NSgavxNpWViC2OlZOuXrZHhBhF8m6uidG_TkE8eauXDtNwyKIIabplBrACD9oRHfiv_cTaoIHpHGSxbG4vf/s1600/Picture+197.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514584218668514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JRE8fXwzAwAcuiSlPPUpBxgOZB3QNl5ySQsg9AK2drB7t-shC4fM2NSgavxNpWViC2OlZOuXrZHhBhF8m6uidG_TkE8eauXDtNwyKIIabplBrACD9oRHfiv_cTaoIHpHGSxbG4vf/s320/Picture+197.jpg" /></a>Daniel Faraday from Lost opened for Mr. Flowers. Not really, but right?!?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqs0vCYvKyKW-tMRNNCXmYUBDiPwXP_YWax74AXtd-VrxYb4IMJa5EC9HTROt0YlRvjF4sCl0lPqhxSs72pGW5XAWwbRtnAfVA_8vhdv1UCjsCoDWC2J8oFlxh7bPsCN-RKmxZUgr/s1600/Picture+200.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514574942397058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqs0vCYvKyKW-tMRNNCXmYUBDiPwXP_YWax74AXtd-VrxYb4IMJa5EC9HTROt0YlRvjF4sCl0lPqhxSs72pGW5XAWwbRtnAfVA_8vhdv1UCjsCoDWC2J8oFlxh7bPsCN-RKmxZUgr/s320/Picture+200.jpg" /></a>Classic Brandon in his vest. He truly was amazing and "OMG SO PRETTY" according to the 13-year-old girl who was behind me. Oh wait, that's not a girl, that was Devon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514565877900642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9PBxekn1-NgQO5yb08zKlkdlHuml29EHvIFWmhIZBMnMQHNxDgMWmryFrBO_8EDyXvYkbTM0Lsp6gFDulQEKX-W-2tuT9FoELKKDGP3Neo_6hdb-0mbh51grkHzxdYLt1OGW6RGd/s320/Picture+207.jpg" />Steph and Danny at the famous or perhaps infamous Las Vegas sign.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeV3h3Th7jSVwDCxDgvgTqIONOq2rnSARqQvUK0sgFA3tIhL8H19tUwfDljo97adm3M0ZbBU3ZqXAjVwDpYoQGz-WvlxpiMP106pT52Ov04LpmifEWO7q4s8zclse3gfODuG6dYIAH/s1600/Picture+206.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607514569507493394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeV3h3Th7jSVwDCxDgvgTqIONOq2rnSARqQvUK0sgFA3tIhL8H19tUwfDljo97adm3M0ZbBU3ZqXAjVwDpYoQGz-WvlxpiMP106pT52Ov04LpmifEWO7q4s8zclse3gfODuG6dYIAH/s320/Picture+206.jpg" /></a><br />The badonkatonks at the Vegas sign. Such a wonderful trip!! Thanks Lovios for letting us crash the birthday weekend. It was spectacular. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>xoxo</div><br /><br /><div>Lil Devy</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>P.S. Didja hear the news? Scroll down to the previous post... I'M PREGNANT! Sorry couldn't hold it in. Pregnancy hormones are making me carazy.<br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-56676253097317083672011-07-13T21:35:00.003-06:002011-07-13T21:55:39.485-06:00Dexter has news....<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629047683078953506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZ7i33yZs22CNhIHfRTqhhJB12B7HcRxqxccKeyB7uOQvndbsKu6zaBqaf4_XJTmamBgqhm3YDrRujrpUIwpn7Jqu4R8GucaSA9wmb4jBl8AFSC-bJdoPOz5iwTtMwylKVTcSpfoo/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" />That's right. The badonkatonkas are expecting babe #2..</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629047693282480770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZB_1nc1eVbXhWa3GZFtC3lh9MZpeE8MAMiaxFzX7L45dk0BMVzrKGbaYPdoPNe3R2ykSkhqrQfxl34sO4spj44b16yWp0Km0QcJsKbkk21GbPr_ae8GmCqHjlypfnLI8iCnwC9wO/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" />Dex is delighted about the news. Actually he was mostly excited because he finally got to be outside. Mommy has been sick and trying to keep this outta control 18-month-old in bed with her all day long.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4yd6dUmJT7RdbcwAtqd0gus2LipvS_mINJNFEypFNlbcKgLM6kwYLU4KymqPLc_fxnaJDmJxSfwntd6c-feythSjUEIdp3EFDVqYik0Oocb5gUCiepFR08sX3D0J6W9PXnsoaVip/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629048462231907810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4yd6dUmJT7RdbcwAtqd0gus2LipvS_mINJNFEypFNlbcKgLM6kwYLU4KymqPLc_fxnaJDmJxSfwntd6c-feythSjUEIdp3EFDVqYik0Oocb5gUCiepFR08sX3D0J6W9PXnsoaVip/s320/IMG_3189.JPG" /></a>It's now been changed to February 26th. Which means, based on the last birth, I will hopefully have the baby February 15th. Fingers crossed. I really don't want a leap year kid.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-14799341350793947602011-05-16T20:04:00.005-06:002011-05-16T20:55:12.505-06:00Gaga<div align="center">I am finally getting around to blogging about Gaga. It was forever ago but felt like only yesterday. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Pictures....</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505622196133666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-sADJk8ekgV3C6lWZSPKjTj6h9x72qFHySwnsmo-AWUJxF6fD8DyYBQINn5YkYWAEx56D6AINSZJQGUPvaz751TWXpQ0Y3SrvWgv-M-xu0IbqyR4EoJYbKuuR4TN7XTaDOsBVpG7/s320/DSC01401.JPG" />The gang getting ready to be Gaga'd. Oh man we had no idea what we got ourselves into!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505641729398754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZxMf2qnK4H4mypIlkMW5hNzz32t3BW2OxIPkRIW_K0zLM6i4bBIPQ8kR9cXhjTZHq4gLPF1RoiJ8UuKvaBFg1HuIaL64036VZg3RSLbIpEd5GotgVKZO4HeIFhgVnfv-QLZGHuG0/s320/DSC01408.JPG" />Before the concert we ate at a place called Tin Angel. Or Tin Roof. Or Tin Angel Roof. I dunno... It was something about Tin. I had a plate of mushrooms and one spare rib. I wish I had proof because that is what I seriously had.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505637759195074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7_AYAqkHmK33oJOuQ4ZZwHWbJqHcOoB8hMesLnDuMdilE4xtyB-p8voZFrbFoMaO99lVvoZm2xxsUvatwSQmTLGYsioiVBI3B-tHSYNcK8twfGQFV_DWX68Wf8eCsiXytqEmFyf1/s320/DSC01407.JPG" />Devon & sisters happy to be eating and gaga-ing.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505625994615154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZwAXKCNiEueh0Qh2G4b56Cbdh900Gzhwy1cfnpd8pNcpR2PNDb0atNLTeZYPkMfkr4jUR3gyD-L3MW0NAgxCUs98x5F0Mjf4rNAYGQSg1HUxYXRGqhLKYF4tS-1vRezvSBV4y7Ls/s320/DSC01403.JPG" />The best part of that place. The kid-tinis! They were actually only semi-okay but I love me some mocktails! I had dreams of becoming a Coyote. As in Coyote Ugly. As in Tyra Banks. I make some mean mocktails. My signature is a cherry in every drink. That would have been my Coyote name. <em>sigh..</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506220392077362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixG9i-9ZNyNZUma5K8NEVe4sXNNcU39mWBcbR_s27f5F-_xhNzGYsppBj469Si3iQZruWIkuzXx-w0yPoHhd_8RM1-ChIRI_cPdQ3NOuFABemh8tP643bfuksY9-fr_a8zeuV57ZmV/s320/DSC01413.JPG" />Scissor Sisters on the big screen. Interesting fact- They aren't sisters. One of them is male. Pretty sure.. Like 75% sure it was a boy. The other 15% of me is thinking about that leather unitard he wore.</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506237070441890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-I8TPd57d9eXXnQX6wziaKZR7vbf3NuUAwvYSXIBjG5t2vbMIpeqfYdWyYY5jCHPdNXbdqO4uRe36CfvsTm4yVDvaYnH7uWyDyFSEF7kq0ehQa5-NgWnkpwyersDeK5_rTNkdj-Nk/s320/DSC01416.JPG" />The three of us at the concert. Devon, myself, and my second chin. Has Paris Hilton taught me nothing?!? I should know how to pose for a camera that is below me. For shame.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506229921542178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSQZCntlJcsj6c5qo8TihJE51aEyCOwYtiuUAt85mzxjrngV_TAGJ0iIz_pv35rFgKy80p6UtfSSi_PjZHweGviopsoZL1kuT6_H0AoY7ZDTKQgnLkdlF4aP9S_UTT4qJW1zaxcSv/s320/DSC01417.JPG" />One of the fifty gaga videos of the night. She kept getting bigger and bigger. Carazy.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506245012418546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTJP5NT6yE3nKq67r7Ui3MdyC8CDxOpfYjO-wXENWjCaGAVa45gWAZfQWHp8jvR_rCkEHzclk8uMLZ7mhemq3-JzD_GoiPxBxBbe2b785Y_7wFe5TRyJ95qfvDMEivPbT2pQWuAcr/s320/DSC01424.JPG" />The Lady herself. Well on the big screen. Still counts, I was in the same room as her.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506251490416690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfO7FgiaN6ibx2HSUjCWcMKjq7uXhUiOdkTyFWYtpYZ6vA1kOw-GTnylTXHRAUWGtlXxbT14xpYPlZu9v_5bh5K8yjHImNUyb7w869FrstvMBsCFNkYp7-BD5mo39Sl7kiM2mMrRk/s320/DSC01425.JPG" />Ahhh flames! Her piano playing is literally on fire.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Everyone in the group had very mixed emotions about the Gaga. Her concert was very preachy and very gay. But I can't hold it in any longer... I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even when I looked over to see my mad faced husband plugging his ears because it was just too loud for him. Whatevs, it just made me dance harder. Especially when she sang Born This Way. Devon doesn't like equality so naturally he hates that song. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFtzeUbhkMBFhIdFky4Ux4UeiKJDK4XKkxO8vanlfdAwMldLP_XV29cXQVngNtoS5Gnfg-TCAcP4bH0xBWYvgPd3EE3fFZm41cJ73UTxqD5LW3mYLlbvBpYuNRTQYkLkRRSW4SZ4s/s1600/DSC01427.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506514705102770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFtzeUbhkMBFhIdFky4Ux4UeiKJDK4XKkxO8vanlfdAwMldLP_XV29cXQVngNtoS5Gnfg-TCAcP4bH0xBWYvgPd3EE3fFZm41cJ73UTxqD5LW3mYLlbvBpYuNRTQYkLkRRSW4SZ4s/s320/DSC01427.JPG" /></a>And this is what we came home too.<br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607506512656139362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTIJaceS-PeL8kqWZ2zcffwrxGLd6smHBcw5-UQKPIEksXRkcqwQXb0kn4K6nF6gSluN6qOq6PH61oXv4m1LZSgDXPPWJJPCjpYO1FRKHRnd18F04ZeqEiZPassYHTRaur93OF4v9/s320/DSC01426.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Look how sweet!! Thanks Gma Linda for watching our little monsters while we could go be little monsters. It's a Gaga thing....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-32474314316093620562011-05-10T21:35:00.003-06:002011-05-10T21:53:57.655-06:00It's your lucky day....<div style="text-align: center;">We are not making the blog private...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lil Devy is up in arms about it. Me trying to hide that baby of ours.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So come one, come all... No it's not a picture of Dexter with his Mike Tyson tattoo. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's better...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyH6cbGtlrnc66B5bhwWzuDLpZLlQGwb_DXKqISJhxsfYKvuntrqknTxURP3KeweJ_daH06Tohf28pU_jh5BYooAwDNLnKd_GxYYIMnYoBfNarXL3eEaI9o738O3m2_rukvOTH8tY/s1600/IMG_2469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyH6cbGtlrnc66B5bhwWzuDLpZLlQGwb_DXKqISJhxsfYKvuntrqknTxURP3KeweJ_daH06Tohf28pU_jh5BYooAwDNLnKd_GxYYIMnYoBfNarXL3eEaI9o738O3m2_rukvOTH8tY/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605297653755874706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There you go Lil'Devy. Public for the whole world to see!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But thanks to the few who gave me their emails. I'll be sure to include you in all the chain mail I get. Just messing... Unless you believe that if you don't send that one email in the next 27 seconds, your uncle's, sister's, cat's, neighbor's, cousin will DIE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Devy Girl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-23091001560903096042011-04-20T09:55:00.002-06:002011-04-20T09:58:55.963-06:00None Of Yo Business (aka going private)<div align="center">Hey all.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I hope you enjoy the last leg of my 30 day blog challenge. I finally finished it and you can look at the last 3 days below.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I've let you all into my life and now I want ya'all out!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Not really. But I am going private because I plan on making the next 30 posts just pictures of Dexter and don't want no creeps creepin on them.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">You know the drill. Comment with your email if you want in. And if you've seen my baby then you want in. I've got a picture of him with a self made Mike Tyson tattoo. It's glorious.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-45998183929801839572011-04-20T09:30:00.003-06:002011-04-20T09:54:54.715-06:00day 30<div align="center">day 30: photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Alright so I've taken some pretty good photos in the last few days with my small camera but now I can't figure out which cord to use to plug it into the computer. I've tried to shove 5 different ones into the camera but it's not working. And my SD memory stick isn't picking up my SD so no picture today. Just imagine me but with dark hair now. And I got bangs!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Onto the three good things that have happened.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">1. My baby has gotten even more awesome. I know right?! He has broken the barrier of what is awesome. He's basically a kid now and talks and talks and talks.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">2. Even though my baby is more awesome, we did leave him for a weekend to take a much needed vacay with just couples and no kids. We slept in til 9 o'clock and it was fantastic. And Lil' Devy is a pro at craps. Basically paid for our entire trip just by rolling those hard eights and easy sevens. I don't know how to play that game.... I however lost 4 dollars because I played $1 slot machines.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">3. School is almost over and I am happy. I believe that online classes are the hardest ones because you get more busy work and I've got a baby (well kid now, he's so mature) pulling on my computer cord until I pay him some attention. Oh it'll be a nice 3 week break until I go back for summer semester.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Finally finished this 30 day shred and I think I nailed it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">You probably won't be hearing from me for a good three months.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-85741258486397004602011-04-20T09:12:00.002-06:002011-04-20T09:30:11.238-06:00day 29<div align="center">day 29: put your ipod on shuffle. what are the first ten songs?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This is gonna be interesting. I have two ipods. Well an itouch and a classic because I'm nostalgic and can't let go. So I'm gonna alternate between the two because I know if I just use my itouch it'll only come up with Glee and Christmas songs.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">1. Start of Something New- V.Hudge & Zac Efron</div><br /><div align="center">Yes it's from High School Musical. I'm not embarassed. Okay yes I am.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">2. Close- Pete Yorn</div><br /><div align="center">I went to one of his concerts because Ben Kweller was opening. I think I've got all his CDs on my touch and don't even let him get to the first note before I change it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">3. All My Friends Are Insects- Weezer</div><br /><div align="center">From the Yo Gabba Gabba: Music is Awesome! CD. And no I don't listen to it if Dexter isn't around... Alright yes I do. I love the Jack Black song.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">4. Come on Over- Christina Aguilera</div><br /><div align="center">I know this song in Spanish because of that time Christina Aguilera decided to be really Spanish.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">5. Lollipop- Ben Kweller</div><br /><div align="center">I love BK and this song was on mine and Devsys wedding video. So sweet.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">6. My Freeze Ray- Neil Patrick Harris</div><br /><div align="center">It's from Dr. Horribles Sing Along Blog. And I think I've mentioned that in like 15 of my blog posts so if you haven't seen it yet then you best be looking elsewhere.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">7. All These Things That I've Done- The Killers</div><br /><div align="center">I believe I mentioned it was a favorite song of mine. Still is.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">8. You Give Me Something- James Morrison</div><br /><div align="center">I love this song and it's the only song I know by this guy. But it's a keeper.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">9. Coconut Telegraph- Jimmy Buffett</div><br /><div align="center">My first concert was a JB one and I believe I was 8. Coincidentally that was the first time I smelled pot. Ahhh I'm a parrothead for life.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">10. It's Good to Be In Love- Frou Frou</div><br /><div align="center">Yes it sure is Frou Frou.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So that's my ipod on shuffle. I shuffled it more than once because I didn't want every other song to be some version of Rockin Around the Christmas Tree. I've got like seven of those. I love Christmas music and I think day after Halloween is when you start listening to it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-33151999177471637562011-04-20T08:35:00.002-06:002011-04-20T09:12:24.324-06:00day 28<div align="center">day 28: something that stresses you out</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Trying to blog consistently for 30 days.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">It's clearly not working and I only had 3 days left!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">It's been a busy month and the badonkatonks haven't been home any weekend in April.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I know you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for day 28.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So sorry to keep you waiting.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Oh and school/work stresses me out as well. Just thought I'd throw that out there.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-76081510006118532622011-04-04T10:30:00.000-06:002011-04-04T10:33:01.849-06:00day 27<div align="center">day 27: a picture of you last year and a picture of you now</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Last year.... </div><br /><div align="center">I didn't really document a lot of my face last year on account of pregnancy turning me into an adolescent acne proned teen so this is the best I've got...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591756884781174482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IVEe9CxQgSzcoolFhZbBmBCUGOL5EEPIVZehJuc6RM5KxZznbyzCuZVDAGmwEG_pxqUQa5F_R1UUMvy9GeKLOMFfKBfv3C7c77kM50EJn8McjBgahDN-prUTyQwfhr2du1Wo8qki/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+457.jpg" />This is me sporting a BumpIt. C'mon it was last year... I was so young then and wasn't in the right mindset.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Now this year...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN8a-n0qfbgt1dVjU5Y63OrvpWQa2NH1U_s_fRqR97JfLMYRo2vEJIqKHitH8jWpzpluw8Pu4x7yUY4MEG4im6kemEFQVa35Z6Bmv7T2cnWsHvniShMbpP2OrN6uBJIvSO9ShBEZO/s1600/DSC01408.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591762239709262034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN8a-n0qfbgt1dVjU5Y63OrvpWQa2NH1U_s_fRqR97JfLMYRo2vEJIqKHitH8jWpzpluw8Pu4x7yUY4MEG4im6kemEFQVa35Z6Bmv7T2cnWsHvniShMbpP2OrN6uBJIvSO9ShBEZO/s320/DSC01408.JPG" /></a> Devon & I at The Tin Angel(?) before the Lady Gaga concert. My hair has turned into the ombre trend that isn't really a trend anymore. And it's ombred like 5 times over thanks to my at home hair coloring... I'm calling to get a hair appt as I type this... That's all. Only 3 more days of this challenge and now that I've shared so many intimate details about my life I'm probably gonna go private now just fyi. So if you want to keep reading my blog then show yourselves!! xoxo Devy Girl </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-21876054041686228062011-04-03T21:54:00.000-06:002011-04-03T21:54:37.595-06:00day 26<div align="center">day 26: a habit you wish you didn't have</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This is gross so beware. A habit I wish I didn't have is picking at my nails. This is really more for Devon then me. He absolutely hates this and anytime I do it when he is around he hits me. Ha not really, he actually gets all lovey dovey and holds my hand so I am obviously not able to keep doing my gross habit. He just wishes I would clip my nails like a normal person, but not in public because he can't stand that either. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-81799479761364347882011-03-29T19:13:00.000-06:002011-03-29T19:13:43.580-06:00day 25<div align="center">day 25: plans/dreams/goals you have</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Graduate college with my, what my sister calls it, fake degree. Whatevs. It still counts.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Finish decorating my house. We're on a budget ya know since we have house payments now, so Devon lets me get one thing every month. I'm so excited to finally get a mattress! Ha jk that was the first thing we put in our house. Even without a frame which is actually easier because you can just do a trust fall and land on the mattress. No jumping up to get comfy.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And.... I really wanna lose 3 pounds.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-90624664665832571532011-03-28T10:31:00.000-06:002011-03-28T10:32:07.684-06:00day 24<div align="center">day 24: favorite photo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNNWV4j3xLETa97YWyRsMf0qqZHWqk9JgSxllpb-BQ1hXa6lp5Kz0C2NutFg8UT6w5YIu141DRANqojWOFfvZrlv5aIk5TbURIDiuIEH51yrHU5xszj6tL9_5hWa0OJB4ACgUJOaX/s1600/Cailey%2527s+Camera+281.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584906872877311602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNNWV4j3xLETa97YWyRsMf0qqZHWqk9JgSxllpb-BQ1hXa6lp5Kz0C2NutFg8UT6w5YIu141DRANqojWOFfvZrlv5aIk5TbURIDiuIEH51yrHU5xszj6tL9_5hWa0OJB4ACgUJOaX/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+281.jpg" /></a> Do I even need to explain why??</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-19351241253793967382011-03-25T09:56:00.003-06:002011-03-25T10:05:08.874-06:00VOTE!<div align="center">Putting the 30-day blog challenge on the back burner today.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Because I want you guys to VOTE!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588047372040191090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk_ZrWsCYKwZczcV34GUhKpvXWzI0hkX7Mfp_oNSLv7xqqH38yVKVHAfhxkrf9ifQbBEqk-umj_Cjv3h1KdOjCz0BrrPX4IvZ07zR_a_7TRgtocj1GlXyk93ckCnclKmEi7HBZVdb/s320/dexter+baby+idol.jpg" /> <p align="center">I entered this picture in 97.1 zht's Baby Idol. I don't know why it's called Baby Idol because there is no singing required. Oh man if there was though... I just bought Dex a microphone and he has found his calling.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Anyway, if his picture wins then the badonkatonks get to go on a San Diego vacay! And Dexter gets a playset that's 3x bigger than our backyard. Okay we don't really have a backyard but we could probably fit it in our basement.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">So go <a href="http://www.971zht.com/pages/babyidol11/">here<br /></a>and vote for picture #77 which is our handsome Dexter.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">And tell all your friends. If you link this post on your blog then you get good vibes.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">xoxo</p><p align="center">Devy Girl</p><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-19809880600209689212011-03-24T19:02:00.001-06:002011-03-24T19:02:51.411-06:00day 23<div align="center">day 23: favorite recipe</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh man I have a lot. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me want food like all the time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">They are all from my mother. She is an amazing cook. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I always say she's Martha Stewart without the jail time. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's not that funny, I sorry.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But I'm burnt out today and only feel like watching my child try so hard to just get the chocolate bottom of the samoa cookie. It's hilarious. And he's reading my people magazine. Like mother, like son. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yes, yes I'm mom of the year. You don't have to tell me twice.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">xoxo</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-48954318302362652042011-03-22T21:06:00.001-06:002011-03-22T21:06:27.199-06:00day 22<div align="center">day 22: a place you've traveled to</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That'd be CHICAGO!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwyvnb5gibQL5hKgslM_p8vZZijb-OV2zsrdjtTqIL93bAmk_D3sNO7EZBFnfHPS-psv5mWq9Gxd7uDGbcKNl49eRKtdT5Z3zwIGtdHo3eNF5AKB8E-8iaHMTzcCXd1LHa-Td4ort/s1600/Cailey%2527s+Camera+672.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104438413578210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwyvnb5gibQL5hKgslM_p8vZZijb-OV2zsrdjtTqIL93bAmk_D3sNO7EZBFnfHPS-psv5mWq9Gxd7uDGbcKNl49eRKtdT5Z3zwIGtdHo3eNF5AKB8E-8iaHMTzcCXd1LHa-Td4ort/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+672.jpg" /></a><br />Tada!!<br /><br />While Devon was courting me, he decided to go sell alarms in Chicago for 4 months. Well he couldn't get away from me that easily because I wasn't gonna pass up a trip to the magnificent mile shops.... Oh and to see my soon to be fiancee. It's quite a magical place. It's like New York but much, much cleaner.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUELkqM0xaYOYy6vWggdZM2m-0BtmYHQ-xQUHzh8alXGKtWBW9b5zbX6-ASQ-PIU8gvACT5Le5BEJFaAYy2_-pVZ_63Xh_rjMVUk4fVW9ZXlI5JXlrxdFnXImqulYLgcYi_mQqGji/s1600/Cailey%2527s+Camera+680.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104427223516322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUELkqM0xaYOYy6vWggdZM2m-0BtmYHQ-xQUHzh8alXGKtWBW9b5zbX6-ASQ-PIU8gvACT5Le5BEJFaAYy2_-pVZ_63Xh_rjMVUk4fVW9ZXlI5JXlrxdFnXImqulYLgcYi_mQqGji/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+680.jpg" /></a>The Married With Children fountain. Love & Marriage... Dun da dun.. I don't know the rest of the song.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104413370113106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwOLt3C01z8bJsYl3GA7m1Z0Hjdvn-X3HzbV9cSr0ozQIYbkoUCnYljq67b-etQRc9LON3DEiKEcrrYm4SCgi0yjKErwVhJDO57ID4jJglmyfpCo7yAHvqDonD0Vz6Io12aCpLOlQ/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+693.jpg" />This was at Navy Pier. Also the night that Devon proposed to me. There were fireworks. Literally, they had a fireworks show and he popped the question.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-muUC3zMLJqlpfE8XukuVhoKPd7Po2g4Nr9wAmhBA7f2DQN8DqA5cYCiao8QUcwfJfi_qR7uBz6D9R1E0-aikGRaJr5sxrayWBrEqYlQCNkne6JtOaog-8_sI1eiFvJIf8Ze1VQZq/s1600/Cailey%2527s+Camera+731.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587104421650189634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-muUC3zMLJqlpfE8XukuVhoKPd7Po2g4Nr9wAmhBA7f2DQN8DqA5cYCiao8QUcwfJfi_qR7uBz6D9R1E0-aikGRaJr5sxrayWBrEqYlQCNkne6JtOaog-8_sI1eiFvJIf8Ze1VQZq/s320/Cailey%2527s+Camera+731.jpg" /></a> Eating at the John Hancock building on like the highest floor. It was berootiful.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Yep, Chicago will always be a place that is near and dear to me. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>xoxo</div><div> </div><div>Devy Girl<br /></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-33192237559920756892011-03-21T10:00:00.000-06:002011-03-21T15:07:53.941-06:00day 21<div align="center">day 21: your friends</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Having a scanner is so great. So many old pictures that I've come across with all my best girlfriends.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Let's start off with my best childhood friend.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">It's my girl Autumn Bushman. She and I were inseperable from 1st grade up until she moved to Vegas junior year. We did everything together and I've got so many pictures to back that up. For now I will only present you with three.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899326181279362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAWtVUgV7SyA_53Xwi7L_-ktcXhTXkuSyDCDvDxKRujcy_eGFA3LvcQ15CHqt8iB7PGxS-gmTZi6pd2kP9aQ1QsL1hnzVQJ6vetkRjSS-WAvKkPoIz_elkfRTQ-UhywvsIoT94NEX/s320/autumncaileydressup.jpg" />Playing dress up in Vegas I believe. We traveled the world together! Well a couple of states but as kids it was the world!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899320554036530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPYnE-Meea7RL9Sk2TLqYUuphZjk33xz6Qgd4aefgzkoneRO3b-gAZa3E2IJ0INZTW94HY181rDDWEFTj8U2XCM9EZ9wPcngo0TM4bMvBLUNhyphenhyphenmPyDwnzTn4hzkWLfwYFxhXu40lmv/s320/autumncaileybraces.jpg" />Braces and crimped hair. Aww to be 14 again.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899335279282322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIcWA-0792r38A-T0Rak_T1iFusl8bEKiyMgn5fY0EC2wOgpXyMAJ1EjpEJm6RGMEK7p8sJfALcPdEx5kLVexXUhb44PkEopwXU53wrqZekbWJ7nIjsg6hrILanKS5PI4qZBPQvVV/s320/drillautumncailey.jpg" />Here we are in New York for our drill team competition. Yeah we were on drill together. She cried when we both got the acceptance letter. Sorry Autumn, secrets out.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Now onto my fab five crew. Yes we had a name for our group of friends and I know you all did too so I'm not embarassed one bit.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899339004100978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjezOJz6n6ftNjso-oDvlKFHhmvJN1QU-LUQh3ss9VUeb1HhrNvddH3pIuIEcBp4ggfY6XtnW7K8r0DXrEhDGWLzgglrHNEy9WYmsRr3IXr5qqr2KaXT_9Labk2Q6rLSF3qD0-PyGQ1/s320/discodance.jpg" />Here we are at the disco stomp. Disregard the boys in the pic. They are not part of the fab five. The fab five are from l to r: Katie, Lizzie, Cailey, Kaitlyn, Melissa</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sometimes we would have honorary members to fill in for Melissa. We were mean. Forgive us Melly Belly!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899774078370914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zzY-pZHMDo9jp_a8jHeIL_HPcwG-m0xQosDHETfsX0-JN9bAHNXQAE-zx-v4KiSeAIZQM9DG9rpQrJtfpRyr-7gJOa7hDdFhY18nz-D9O31B_qutHZXQcyeqvJYfBqky37R2XEIG/s320/lizcaizmushrooms.jpg" />Out to eat before Dogpatch. We decided to go with just girls and dress up as the "Men @ Work" crew. It was probably the best dance I've ever been to. Anyway, I got mushrooms on my pasta and Liz was so disgusted she made me cover up my food with a napkin so she didn't have to smell it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899773990523586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-16P35iFpnvM6OzWXg_QxEG1-ogQSg92hVyXw8DSn0eDcVGsD3sI4OAjUyEeZT7KkDMLs1_yl-zIuC_LHgc3yQL-WYF8woLrm06iSrVFeKuLOW3Q3jN4asTqj4SejM0giCp2vr1xU/s320/eggmelcaizmakeover.jpg" />This is when Kaitlyn and I gave Melly a makeover and she told us to refer to her as Rozlyn the entire night. Or, ya know, Roz for short.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584900488886870306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuBbNQAcTaIUa9kz1-W8rzfITJZhxwa7ouyBCRph1_p4p0FnuRblPN2bo1Ui7OMuSVevdDckyahkxdd6t5blNJl8eAc32ZPUgAQQTTg8auehs-HpP7YO2C40AsXna7YlvHo_Z_nbM/s320/fab+five+%2540+senior+dinner+dance.bmp" />Fab five before the senior dinner dance. All dolled up natch.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899328677506706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEwc50jeC-6CykCA4nXXveqvdtvzjkuLT1QRV5hfnfjnvMg0BfeDhBBsRHnY8pbh2X3BXT2Wyq50mP-Ixb41qbnx9ibjghJruvEVWh55tQKHiYxUOsjonDyjrTs3efG4JnQvmNVM9/s320/ciao+adolescence.jpg" />This was at our "ciao adolescence" party. It was the best of times and the worst of times because my ipod got stolen and someone threw a glass table into my pool. Katie loved to invite anybody who was anybody so I blame her. But she got her camera stolen so I can't hate too bad.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Now onto my college day friends... Yes we had a group name too. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584905332726059234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4UWH7n2ixDC_tFywOUspHuaMXnCZ1y5FYBdgGivPtlnYNdSnlfFAgHl3SR51A8OG_c7qEXcQtvpthxsMEZn1a0m5Wo3s9cn9upvZBSNBe4JEOWBWSzEbr7ix2HJQhEmDCWQIQ6KR/s320/amazing+race+chicago.jpg" />Introducing.... The Amazing R.A.C.E!!! They be- and they all have blogs so I can highlight their names with their blog links- <a href="http://russannekyle.blogspot.com/">Russanne</a>, <a href="http://iloveflowersandlipstick.blogspot.com/">Aubrey</a>, <a href="http://www.badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/">Cailey</a>, & <a href="http://emilyjaneclark.blogspot.com/">Emily</a>.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584904627216098930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAwjZCGP9dqXbrQDUOQ7LC4SiNhJjblgrV0D00XgVnhGfHs0SluVqjNpRRki45secgi78MRrqy8-yqKisRWwoTnwn2XSvcFJeDysDhJ5Hz4PK03PSy4dx2sWujVas4UlMqqpyV2cO/s320/amazing+race.jpg" />Ahhh College!!! We had some fun times in King Henry 310. Of course this is actually in a car and we had fun times in their too. We have over 30 pictures of us making random faces. Another blog post I guess...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I love all my girlfriends and I wish I saw them all more often but grownup life is carazy! Everyone is super busy and out doing their own thing. I think I'll just plan a "ciao twenties" party to get all my crews together.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And I know I blogged about these ones in my family post but if they weren't my family I'd still hang out with them. Hence, they are totally my BFFs.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584900490859352258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNZuLN0Ewbq6ZQVVJvlBgwp070OO4YrGH3JV8JO7tSsYcF3hsNGBdtK4tX4EDJa_IwJ8Smpb0-hGELS8anp2HtXSC0xkkJHm8X_Wus6tMrQv0SI7fCdYrKh2QEkp_xzjEdhfcyRR0/s320/Simpable+Things+Gals.jpg" />The Madsen girlies. That's our crew name. Jk we don't have one. Which is weird because I love making group names..</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903008534705618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSEmPcBv4vrxHyTW2xCLKlLe3caGV-cbRDV1I4dChGqbrBv3U2bGzohdKc2p8q22kxp6UVzYdrOLeVHvDehCe9rCt_e1dGM4zREXD7XNTcFmSNu1LzlSeXRF0nC_HJDRW3n-NsVj_/s320/girls+in+st+george.jpg" />Just getting a leg up in sunny St. George.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903011582192978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_B8n0qtQjFpdUG0KguTmSQAL-XB96YJMtQ8vlqgoRGyq8BTHkRnmESfQlglpktF30Y5s_bxQih5y6werbvEfagopbsDEs-R0gQdT3COoB6cFLm7gPE1Xq1buyW7gulm5M_oRy5fm/s320/leg+up+simpable.jpg" />And a leg up at Simpable Things. We love holding up each others legs. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And of course my BFF and ever and ever would be this guy...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsFm6LEm3zKYji2Gh0AIdT_vKiwcDRJPODTdjisJvFLVuXt5ElhpTqSis59JHCfvy9adj0UILxLFpsCLH53LMgZk_5K4_QqmgGMAwTYZ6O6o_eFHvy46EpfLIpe_kTv1VqU1F_2Vk/s1600/devy+in+drag.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584905339013848642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsFm6LEm3zKYji2Gh0AIdT_vKiwcDRJPODTdjisJvFLVuXt5ElhpTqSis59JHCfvy9adj0UILxLFpsCLH53LMgZk_5K4_QqmgGMAwTYZ6O6o_eFHvy46EpfLIpe_kTv1VqU1F_2Vk/s320/devy+in+drag.jpg" /></a>I love him so much and he is my BFF because he lets me do things like 'this is what you'd look like if you were a girl.' </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And those are all my friends in a nutshell. They are awesome.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-17470850011904653102011-03-19T15:45:00.000-06:002011-03-19T15:45:27.121-06:00day 20<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">day 20: your favorite song</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">That's tough.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">I can't narrow it down.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">How bout I just name some of my favorite musicians/bands/what have you and my fav song out of their repertoire.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Here we go.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887410970642066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kKOwNsdxAGRPq-K5fBTaGyS3RpFYdJmK4hSvrwWlCy-dTMdbFr9nMWI_SP6H0d6QhFya2T8pI-Jm3fFvyGuPP44k2Jg6Di881yjoE4zdy3C6zyl8eI7NkuEpbPCYkZ5ZsmefJzcN/s320/ben+kweller.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Ben Kweller- Thirteen. Very romantic and everytime he sings it in concert he always looks up at the end. So I'm not quite sure if the song is about his wife or God. Either way it's sweet.</p><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887419514322674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaHx__uLwLOL5bUpr6PjKJuzHgzpAigTZNXu01XyevyMQXBGuFHpKp2leGnGMByW2mw5tDqoOiWvmTypA8NG4t0IYfxew3G3f9_EnhKvC68iOFLgeCBDxxdP3UFIqSFpmTIyuM8QE/s320/maroon+5.jpg" />Maroon 5- Secret. I feel bad because I haven't really been a devote fan but their first album I could listen to all the way through over and over again. This song especially.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584888496786249698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqwFiw_Ya8s0GPFCPAX-lo5Y-7asFfm2e31hhFnkcGTncQCuQuBrd_7GJmlCLvd1RzDIzJS5L8qUpDT4sYtXuC3Pi4S4zJdB4_AtXftPxGv8lccqBDHNb5COrCr16JBSsyWKRMBnd/s320/the+killers.jpg" />The Killers- All These Things That I've Done. I totally fist pumped everytime the part about having soul but not being a soldier started. Jersey Shores got nothing on me.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887418498541026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNW0Vx3J_2t4DX1CEoaKFVP36-S8BXPW6pqnIDn7ewylSWqW8OPxh8RHZaAnItVG7lQlonudO-hsU3F9gjcavv6v32FuiHokeXT0cOgO0muTchuZUENLlNs_GKWL-4lhMga3rM24ep/s320/rilo+kiley.jpg" />Rilo Kiley- I Never. I know they aren't a band anymore but I still enjoy listening to their music every now and again. I love that guy from Salute My Shorts.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTHee6Vv7Tvea_sMXhWTnlZRyvvW5yEv0h3nQNY4-9g_-dsStHXYhRT87PquC4cRlllvvzbn_I6afiKT1IZS9WavgfiWXi1EeCSTXPPyCDq9wIqe557YlHjoXGdY9-i9nfqXCE12w/s1600/broadway+playbills.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584887424283468546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTHee6Vv7Tvea_sMXhWTnlZRyvvW5yEv0h3nQNY4-9g_-dsStHXYhRT87PquC4cRlllvvzbn_I6afiKT1IZS9WavgfiWXi1EeCSTXPPyCDq9wIqe557YlHjoXGdY9-i9nfqXCE12w/s320/broadway+playbills.jpg" /></a> I love musicals.. So any song from any of those I enjoy. Devon & I love singing duets but he usually ends up being the girl. It's weirdly entertaining.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Other than that I listen to what the radio tells me to listen to.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I hate myself for knowing every word to Pinks "Raise Your Glass." </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-89276803034770285502011-03-16T21:22:00.001-06:002011-03-16T21:24:33.298-06:00day 19<div align="center"> day 19: something you bought recently<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This thing.</div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882241089812450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCC-C24zaTcfijChCQgS0b7AlaO7s208BSzyH-xwacyfrGcmq-rz3_keHUD44XEPCOnN5t3MvmBUCNiM9yTV8qAvSvXn5s_1KcPW6E3JAlwmeSzw7Mwbzf1z6_g4IgjFkB2JpLihM_/s320/little+tyke+coupe+car.jpg" /></p><p align="center">And I hate it already.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center">Dexter absolutely loves the little tike car. Any playroom we've been in where this car is, Dexter will spend the entire time sitting in it. So naturally I ordered one for our own home. I've never hated something so much. I have some choice words for this car but my mom wouldn't be happy with them so I'll keep it to myself. But it's taken me 2 days to put together and I still can't get everything to click in place. The video instructions make it look so easy but that's probably because they got giant men forcing parts in place. I'm a teeny tiny woman. Well an average sized woman. </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882236288715138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9LT1M2oWU44x_aS4jNNq0gQ5f_JR-JTv75-VblIR5yhfEZVyMe4wi7w2VWP5gArrXIeOcfbZJ0f13Jd0k1TS39mc7LwnmDmxpfT83_wfHSKl8Mih2WPbFr3jJoGJ2j-54OP07iDm/s320/Picture+172.jpg" /> <p align="center">Here are all the parts that are still incomplete. Oh yeah that's just Dex grabbing the hammer. I guess he wanted to take matters into his own hands.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Having said that, it's probably the best purchase I have made for Dexter. Even in it's half made state, he loves playing with it. He just brings me the steering wheel every 5 minutes to put it back in the hole because I haven't screwed it in yet.</div><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584882237175410706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiilPQV-co-94Xsy-oLuKTh39kyPDm00Zg8GBlRhTiJkiUh9V6RY93ggXGlRPIvYZ5_iEisMqo1D6ubh1VbP4CXGvuCoB8ZymkLS3mNxveXEigN5qeoxT8x7H20YS_tWF70yjZ4NvZ/s320/Picture+171.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br />Poor babe playing with his half made car and unscrewed wheel.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Luckily when Daddy got home from his golf trip he managed to get everything to click within 2 minutes. I punched and hugged him at the same time.<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350444642745368663.post-58095341281901768472011-03-16T21:12:00.000-06:002011-03-16T21:12:12.807-06:00day 18<div><div align="center">day 18: what makes you different from everyone else</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I don't know if this makes me different but I think it's pretty weird.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">See....</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584880617095825218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFPwCbFpk7lGClb2UphpgLpsirieaTbHizddHYl_OBGjeVXi4xMuQGfVxpMz-cCPFHut4cl8Sxziz8CD3A1zFAFNkOpQjkfaZl1rfttNtWT2nM1yNBltnzTRG9yYJf1YLu62VOvni/s320/Picture+162.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'll explain.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">My right hand pinky can bend in a complete 90 degree angle. My left hand pinky cannot. No matter how hard I try I just can't get that left pink to lay flat. </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584880621125565314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVTWTdKtkL23lPuEvz8CpVkeP1ud_4gVfj0BjgVe4L5bxlBumwJFDD7s222JNqXjrR8WNvTmKiCtGpJXBMPYfTQOquH5FUYtd-o6v5_Bp1PQuN4aCVZ00dvVOOJYYjFYvL68xurJ0/s320/Picture+164.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center">It's weird. It's different. It's a fun party trick.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">xoxo</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Devy Girl</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0