<?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-14913132</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:05:32.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Italian</title><subtitle type='html'>I knew that looking back and all the times I had cried would one day make me laugh.
What I didn't realize, was that looking back on all the times I laughed would one day make me cry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-116935895990678411</id><published>2007-01-20T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:04:04.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that crazy girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1444/1365/1600/764068/myjorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1444/1365/320/162119/myjorge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&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;For those of you that have asked yourself, "what happened to that crazy girl?" I'm still around. Quick update for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just got back from  M-I-SS-I-SS-I-PP-I.  Short quick trip home for a wedding and a baby shower (different people).  I do have pics, but you will have to hold your horses or check out &lt;a href="http://gigglegirl25.blogspot.com/2007/01/wedding-and-baby-shower.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sheri's blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for those.&lt;br /&gt;My next trip will be to visit a close friend....Jorge!  I can't wait. I haven't seen him in entirely too long.  Friday I am flying to Phoenix, to visit Jorge and spend some time with a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking of this mysterious person....isn't he a doll?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-116935895990678411?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/116935895990678411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=116935895990678411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116935895990678411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116935895990678411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-is-that-crazy-girl.html' title='Where is that crazy girl?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-116809932127810356</id><published>2007-01-06T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:00:36.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I don't blog at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have pictures, and as soon as my computer returns to it's rightful owner (from the fixer-uper people) I will gladly post something/ anything. Really, it's not that I've fallen off the planet or anthing, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since I don't have any pics to post how about some good-ole-reflection on the past year, in the spirit of the new year. (contain the excitement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I posted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A list of things I would like to do before I'm 30. (only 5 short years away)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(now only 4 more years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dance in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(still a no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. See the Nutcracker.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(one day....one day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Learn to balance my checkbook on a semi-daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(not so much, but I checked my account enough to notice a fraudulent charge; I give myself half-credit for that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Take a cruise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(nada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Get a new car.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Pay off my student loans, (or put a big dent in them).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(not gone, I'll be a lot closer in 4 yrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Get a dog.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Fall in love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(no hurry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Have amazing seats at a concert.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;simple no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Visit NYC.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(not yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Go skiing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(it will happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Learn to take a compliment.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(i've gotten better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Fly first class.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Exercise regularly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Sheri, you are gonna have to make me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Participate in Habitat for Humanity.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(not yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Travel overseas (Greece, Italy, Ireland...)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(trip planned for March...Ireland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Buy a house.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Get a season pass to Six Flags. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(nah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Successfully throw a surprise party for a friend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(kinda, not really, absolutely no credit for this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Learn to think before I speak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I really should bump this up to the top of my list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm doing so well on my list, but I've still got time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-116809932127810356?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/116809932127810356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=116809932127810356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116809932127810356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116809932127810356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-i-dont-blog-at-work.html' title='No, I don&apos;t blog at work'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-116311589868461010</id><published>2006-11-09T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:48:18.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup....oops, I meant Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/deva%27s%20new%20head.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/deva%27s%20new%20head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things to catch-up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got a hair cut.  I felt it was time. Woke up one day...it may have been&lt;br /&gt;a rash decision, but I liked the spontaneity f it allo, not to mention I like the haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/SnowWhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/SnowWhite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to a Halloween/birthday party with an old friend I hadn't seen in&lt;br /&gt;forever.  It was a good time, not to mention I got to dress up. I went as&lt;br /&gt;Snow White, Thomas went as Prince Charming- Texas Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bought a new ride. I know, I know, It was about time to put the Escort to rest.&lt;br /&gt;She was a good car, but it was time for a change...hmmm, could this be the season for changes? Not sure if I like that idea. I like comfortable, familiar things, maybe I should slow down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sport was upgraded to  Camry. I don't have a pic yet. Just another thing to add to my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Started a new schedule at work (anyone who knows me well, knows that this is BIG news).  So far, so good. If it works out, could be a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Christmas tree is up. Yes, you heard me right. The tree has been up for a week, and I'm loving it!  It is an instant-mood improvement. I'm sure you will be hearing more on this. Can anyone guess what my favorite holiday is?  Trick question...if you guessed Christmas, you wrong...Thanksgiving and it right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the horse races...yet another good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to listen to me ramble...and pictures to say a thousand words right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Went home to visit with the family and the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/IMG_0071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Sheri's Dad made some yummy Jambulaya and we rode around their new land....very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/IMG_0085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/IMG_0085.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     Celebrated Casey's birthday. This is one cool/fun girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-116311589868461010?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/116311589868461010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=116311589868461010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116311589868461010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116311589868461010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/11/ketchupoops-i-meant-catch-up.html' title='Ketchup....oops, I meant Catch-Up'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-116025546464893233</id><published>2006-10-07T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:18:37.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betterment of the state</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love Texas, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a few suggestions for the betterment of the state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweeten your tea. Not that hard. Hot Tea + 1 cup sugar, then stir -----&gt; Sweet Tea! It is some good stuff and you Texas folks are missing out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Boiled peanuts. I know, it sounds a bit strange. Boiling water + lots of salt and seasoning = yumminess and a good snack while you're watching the RANGERS play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; What is the deal with beef BBQ....try pork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEC foot ball &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(do I need to say more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For everyone back in Mississippi, let me introduce you to something that I've found in Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes the air moves and it causes trees to sway. It is called WIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MS could teach them what humidity really is, but TX could better explain the wonderment called wind.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, MS could learn a few things about a winning football season...geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-116025546464893233?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/116025546464893233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=116025546464893233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116025546464893233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/116025546464893233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/10/betterment-of-state.html' title='Betterment of the state'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115942244920996596</id><published>2006-09-28T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:48:18.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Huckleberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/jana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/jana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Jana, I told you it would take forever for me to post anything about Idaho. Please believe that it was for lack of a great time. In fact, it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I've long since returned from my trip in Idaho (going on a month now) and have failed to post any pictures, tell any funny stories, or even brag about the amazing weather (no humidity = good hair day).&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet....here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee is good (starbucks is over-rated).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idaho is under-rated. It is absolutely gorgeous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camping is fun. (camping without s'mores isn't really camping)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like hot air balloons (not so much the other kind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brothels = fancy word for prostitution or motels you pay by the hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huckleberries very similar to duct tape (1001 uses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good friends and lots of laughs recipe for wonderful vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Plane ticket = $300.&lt;br /&gt;Diet coke at the airport = $3&lt;br /&gt;Magazine for the plan = $4.50&lt;br /&gt;Not sitting next to the annoying guy = $priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-115942244920996596?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115942244920996596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115942244920996596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115942244920996596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115942244920996596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-huckleberry.html' title='My Huckleberry'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115626548574961906</id><published>2006-08-22T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:51:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Placing Blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would really like to blame my absence on my work schedule or even that I work too much. Can't really do that, seeing as I really only work as much as everyone else. I could blame my absence in MySpace that has me spending catching up with old friends, but I've even been slacking there as well. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got it!&lt;/span&gt; I'm just lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My sister told me that she sits around at working, checking my blog 2-3 times while she's there, and would really appreciate an interesting read. Maybe, that's my problem. There is nothing interesting for me to update everyone on. Here are some randomness for ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I bought a new cell phone (really cute/similar to a razor). Still have the same number, but I'm considering getting  a TX number soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I dyed my hair (DARK brown, with touches of deep red). You really can't tell anymore, but I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm going to Idaho very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Need to plan a trip home soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I am planning a trip to Ireland in the spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My favorite tv shows are Grey's Anatomy and HOUSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I've had a ridiculous amount of car problems lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; My usual bedtime approaches 2 am most days. (when I work evenings) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm considering a tatoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I am listening to the Veronicas right now.   (2 Italian sisters that are a bit punk, and sing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, there was my attempt to blog...maybe I'll just add pics (just another thing I've neglected). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-115626548574961906?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115626548574961906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115626548574961906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115626548574961906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115626548574961906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/08/placing-blame.html' title='Placing Blame'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115349254909434885</id><published>2006-07-21T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:43:06.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay focused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stay focused on what you are looking for, and don't get distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, as many of you know, I am very indecisive (somehow that seems like an understatement). Anything from what to wear, what to eat, how to get from point A to B, all of these decisions are questions that I can't easily answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I've lived on my own for years now, I make important decisions daily.  So why in the world do I sweat the small stuff?  Am I that terrified to make the wrong decision that I refrain from making any? (i think this is it exactly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stay focused on what I want, don't get sidetracked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;What!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   I have to know what I want!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Quick somebody tell me what that is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I might not be able to tell you what I really want out of work, life, or even love, but I've got a great idea of what I don't want.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-115349254909434885?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115349254909434885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115349254909434885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115349254909434885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115349254909434885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/07/stay-focused.html' title='Stay focused'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115133596764466371</id><published>2006-06-26T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:32:47.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I asked a friend if I could borrow his post so that I could get a reaction from the "non-myspace crowd".   But I, also, am very curious to see what others have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, for some reason, I felt the urge to think about love. What is romantic love? Is it something magical? Is there one person in the world that each of us is destined to find? What makes it so special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here's my take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendship + Sexual Attraction = Romantic Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me explain. Both friendship and attraction are required for the development of romantic love. It could be that, over time, you become sexually attracted to one of your good friends. But more commonly (especially for the guys, I think), you know right away that you are attracted to the girl, and romantic love blossoms as the friendship grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that this has surprising implications. Obviously, this view denies that there is anything magical, spiritual, or foreordained about love. It is an entirely human condition with no supernatural explanation needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It also implies that in a long relationship, love can wither either through loss of friendship or attraction. Though rare, it seems at least possible that a relationship could continue after loss of friendship if the sexual attraction is strong enough. Much more commonly, though, sexual attraction is lost first, but the relationship stays strong because the bond of friendship remains. I believe that many mature marriages fall into the category of friendship rather than full romantic love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More controversially, this view accepts the possibility that someone could truly and wholeheartedly love many people at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, where does this leave marriage? Before I asked Diane to marry me, I asked myself, "Is she the one for me?" According to this analysis, that is precisely the wrong question to ask. There is no "The One." There are potentially many (and perhaps none) that would be compatible with someone for a lifetime. This leads us to the scandalous implication that polyamory (literally, "many loves") is a perfectly legitimate expression of human feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Frankly, this belief bothers me a little, and I think it bothers Diane more than a little.  This belief leaves out a proper account of jealousy.  Evolutionarily, we are a predominantly monogamous species.  It is natural for us to feel jealousy when we sense that our partner is attracted to someone else.  Is it possible for humans to overcome the predisposition to jealousy? Or are we so hard wired that it cannot be avoided?  Is the liberal/hippie ideal of "free love" ultimately incompatible with human nature?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So...am I on to something here? Or is my point of view undermined because its implications are so radical? Come on, everyone has an opinion about love. Let me hear yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-115133596764466371?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115133596764466371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115133596764466371' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115133596764466371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115133596764466371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-love.html' title='The Meaning of Love'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115056103369467139</id><published>2006-06-17T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:17:13.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball----Rock and Fire Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so glad I have a talented &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; She made us some really cool t-shirts for the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.texasrangers.com"&gt;Rangers&lt;/a&gt; game this week. Wish I could say the game was my motivation for going, but those who know me, know it is all about the food. Dollar dog night....yummy in the tummy...throw in some cheese fries and my night is made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1554.jpg" alt="" 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/14913132-115056103369467139?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115056103369467139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115056103369467139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115056103369467139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115056103369467139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/baseball-rock-and-fire-baby.html' title='Baseball----Rock and Fire Baby'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-115013175370075457</id><published>2006-06-12T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:03:19.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;My family (everyone except the brother) is coming for a visit this weekend and will stay for  a few days. Last visit, I didn't get to spend alot of time visiting because I was working, but this time I have 4 days off....let the good times begin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-115013175370075457?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/115013175370075457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=115013175370075457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115013175370075457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/115013175370075457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-out-texas.html' title='Look Out Texas'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114964130990786477</id><published>2006-06-06T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:49:22.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beep beep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't ya just love a good night's sleep..... I woke up rested, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beep beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;treated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself to a pedicure, bought beep beep a new outfit, and finished a really great book. I'm relaxing beep beep and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beep beep&lt;/span&gt; waiting for my roommate to return from work. We are going to me some really good friends for dinner (probably Joe T's) and a fun night out with the girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beep Beep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I get to sleep late tomorrow morning, hang out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEEP BEEP&lt;/span&gt; by the pool, and grill some yummy food. I just love it when my friends come to town.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on a pager ruins the best of dreams.  Don't ya think? If I had my choice of shifts at the hospital, I choose the one that does not summon me with an incessant beeping noise (way worse than an alarm clock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/pager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/pager.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't stress enough ... the pager is not a toy. Please do not page me for the sake of telling me that I have an order anxiously awaiting my arrival. I promise, I'm not playing on the internet or chatting it up with my friends. 30 minutes for lunch, that's it. I will return shortly and be more than happy to attend to anything that needs my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beep beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to sound negative. I love me some nurses (Luke, Kristi, Darla, Faith) but pagers are the pitts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114964130990786477?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114964130990786477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114964130990786477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114964130990786477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114964130990786477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/beep-beep_06.html' title='beep beep'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114956375118060094</id><published>2006-06-05T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:15:51.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New vocab word for the day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twinkie&lt;/span&gt;. Twinkie (a.k.a. twins) it is when 2 people are dressed alike/similar. Examples: two guys wearing red collared shirts (or stripes) =twinkies. Guys may not prefer this terminology, but that does not change the before stated definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_1519.jpg" alt="" 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/14913132-114956375118060094?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114956375118060094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114956375118060094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114956375118060094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114956375118060094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/vocab-word.html' title='Vocab Word'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114951546137914717</id><published>2006-06-05T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:51:01.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I know, I have a lot of blogging to catch up on. So, let me start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I spent two weekends  in MS  at my parents house. The first weekend was a trip to spend some quality time with the family, hang out with the sisters, unwind from a long week at work. Nothing like food and a &lt;a href="http://stickit.movies.go.com/"&gt;chick-flick&lt;/a&gt; for quality girl time.  Megan (on far right) after much deliberation, decided to chop off 10 inches of her hair and donate it it &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love. &lt;/a&gt; For those that don't know about this organization, they use the hair for hair-pieces for children suffering from medical hair loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0415.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture I took after the first section was cut. I think Megan got a bit unsure about it as she stared at the pile of hair in her hands. I think by the end she realized that she still had plenty of hair left, and she lost about 5 pounds with just a hair cut, not to mention a great cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a successful bonding weekend with the sisters, and the cutest lil man ever. Meet Gavin, the hardest sleeper in the world.  I held him and played with him and he slept through the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second trip  home was a very brief visit and was for the graduation of my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Sadie%20Baby.jpg"&gt;youngest sister&lt;/a&gt;.  With only 15 graduates total, it made for a relatively short ceremony.  If it had been any longer my stomach might have starting feeding on my internal organs. Fortunately, I don't think my growling stomach drowned out any of the names being called.&lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you with two final pictures from this trip home.&lt;br /&gt;The first is Woo and Sadie, the other is Sadie and I.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0433.jpg" alt="" 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/14913132-114951546137914717?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114951546137914717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114951546137914717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114951546137914717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114951546137914717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114948003116550808</id><published>2006-06-04T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:00:31.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just for laughs</title><content type='html'>This video is best with sound. Sit back and enjoy the &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;EVOLUTION OF DANCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114948003116550808?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114948003116550808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114948003116550808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114948003116550808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114948003116550808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-for-laughs.html' title='just for laughs'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114721806593027609</id><published>2006-05-09T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:41:05.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; will ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bake you cookies when your week has been nothing short of crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meet you for lunch just because they want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will tell you when you are acting dumb, selfish, or just acting ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make you laugh so hard that it physically hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sit in silence, comfortable silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Support your dreams, even the crazy ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let you make your own mistakes, but wish you didn't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Protect you from the harshness of others when they can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen to you vent about your week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only want the very best for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will hold your hair when you are sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold your hand (literally) while your heart breaks then wait patiently for the healing to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#000099;" &gt;Friends do this without thanks and not expecting anything more than your friendship in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You can never have enough of these types of friends. I'm very blessed to have people that I can call my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; and it is not a word to be taken lightly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114721806593027609?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114721806593027609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114721806593027609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114721806593027609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114721806593027609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends_09.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114704335693261791</id><published>2006-05-07T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:02:41.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday nite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;I sit in anticipation for 9:16pm- the time at which I hit play in the tiVo and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; begins to play. I sit and listen for the first few lines. The cliche saying that we've all heard, in one way or another, hundreds of times. Then I spend the next hour waiting to see what special twist or explaination they can give. Here are some of my faves from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;"We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Franklin really meant. That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowing is better than wondering&lt;/span&gt;, that waking is better than sleeping, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"We're adults. When did that happen? And how can we make it stop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"I believe, for the most part, love is about choices. It is about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending, most of the time. And that somtimes, depite all your best choices and all your best intentions, fate wins anyway. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"Communicaton. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How neat! Wake up in the morning to hear a few lines that will set up the lesson the day will reveal. I doubt any of these would be in my opening morning credits, but it is cool to think that maybe it could. More than likely my opening lines would say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go back to bed."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honest relationships are found through trials"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next time you sit down to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:yellow;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or any other show for that matter, pay attention to the opening lines...it is good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cue the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114704335693261791?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114704335693261791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114704335693261791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114704335693261791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114704335693261791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-nite_07.html' title='Sunday nite....'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114619043991545083</id><published>2006-04-27T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:13:59.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-Post College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can't believe it. I've been out almost a year and couldn't be happier about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm thankful everyday to be out of school. It was nice, but I don't want to go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My college experience wasn't horrible, but it wasn't all fun and relaxing. If I had to be in class 4-5 hours a day, there was another 4-5 hours of studying that waited on me when I got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not any more! I feel like now I actually have a life now. My life might not be filled with daily fun and excitement. My non-working hours belong to me, and not to any looming studying. I go to work and come home, no work comes home with me. I spend my day actually practicing things that I spent the past 4 years studying, talk about an educational pay off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I might not ever get to have another "Spring Break", but the wonderful thing about being part of the real world is that I can take vacation....and THEY PAY ME FOR IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114619043991545083?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114619043991545083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114619043991545083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114619043991545083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114619043991545083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-post-college_27.html' title='Life-Post College'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114592377597090334</id><published>2006-04-24T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:56:58.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games</title><content type='html'>This weekend, while Sheri headed home to see the new baby, I decided to spend my time hanging out with some friends from work. We refer to ourselves as the "newbies". We started working at Harris Methodist around the same time last year. Kinda hard to believe I've been a part of the work force for almost a year now. Anyway, I thought&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1458.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_1458.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was about time I introduced you to these wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ed and Diane.&lt;br /&gt;They've been married 3 or so years. I've never met any couple that loves to spend so much time together, and handle it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other cute pair is Jessica and Trevor. Married almost 2 years, they are expecting their first child this October. These are some wonderful people.  It is all about fun, games, and enchilladas.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1455.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_1455.1.jpg" alt="" 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/14913132-114592377597090334?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114592377597090334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114592377597090334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114592377597090334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114592377597090334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and Games'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114583870818326796</id><published>2006-04-23T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:33:10.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm exhausted!</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. 100% worn out. I am a people pleaser, or I try to be, and it is down-right tiresome. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of those people&lt;/span&gt; that feel the need to have approval from others and try so hard to get everyone to like me.  Is this arrogant of me to want such things, convinced that if given the chance I would surprise everyone? It's time to throw in the proverbial towel, it is impossible for me to keep up with the ever-changing hoops that I feel I must jump through.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I retreat back into my comfort zone and curl up for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114583870818326796?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114583870818326796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114583870818326796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114583870818326796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114583870818326796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-exhausted.html' title='I&apos;m exhausted!'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114485806521400666</id><published>2006-04-12T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:07:45.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New-Age-MYSPACE-Cult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Really, it's not that I forget to blog or even that I don't have anything to say. I sit down at my computer a few times a week to write but without actually posting anything. I have numerous drafts, things I was unclear how to word, or unsure of the content, and interest. Is this a compulsive side of me that I am discovering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; has become ever popular. Although I've been a member for almost a year, it isn't until the past month that I have actually participated in this new-age-myspace-cult. I wake up in the morning and think, "I wonder if I have any new friend requests". Very sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But this MYSPACE fad has become a place where people can reconnect with old friends, connect with work friends, and collect bunches of random friends for numbers sake. Unfortunately, this isn't a great place to hide from any people that you haven't seen in years, and don't really care to forge a re-connection. Thankfully, I haven't run into this too many times thus far and have even managed to find some that I've wondered and thought about over the past years. So, this thing can't be all bad....right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114485806521400666?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114485806521400666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114485806521400666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114485806521400666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114485806521400666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-age-myspace-cult.html' title='New-Age-MYSPACE-Cult'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114479953532063253</id><published>2006-04-11T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:54:32.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BP is wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;BP is wrong. There aren't many instances where this holds true, but sitting directly next to your girlfriend/boyfriend in a truck is WRONG. There is a reason that they started making trucks with consoles...Stay on your own side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope I haven't offended anyone, just had to get that off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114479953532063253?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114479953532063253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114479953532063253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114479953532063253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114479953532063253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/04/bp-is-wrong.html' title='BP is wrong...'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114342681261712721</id><published>2006-03-26T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:12:58.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Letters</title><content type='html'>While I was at home I decided to go through a chest of old memories. It's contents mainly old photographs and drawings. Within this chest was a much smaller box that I had gone through great lengths to tape and package as to ward off unwanted onlookers. &lt;br /&gt;The box was metallic green, no bigger than a "bread box", and tape on all edges plus some. Very intriguing....I knew the context of the box, but not the contents. It was a "cry box" from years ago. Curiosity got the best of me. I flipped through numerous envelopes not bothering to take the time to look inside. Whatever happened to good old-fashion letter writing? I don't know if I replied, or even if my responses were saved, but it was still a very interesting journey to flip through these hand written notes.&lt;br /&gt;In this box were also what I call "letters I'll never send'. It seems that I've always done this....when you have so much to say, but nothing that ever needs to be said outloud, just write it down. Get it all out. Once the burden has been unloaded, you decide what happens.  Save it?  Burn it?  Rip it into thousand of little pieces. Amazing stress relief. &lt;br /&gt;What is the point, is there one?&lt;br /&gt;Good, old-fashion, snail mail is good and usually a welcomed surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Letters that you will never send, don't hurt people's feelings and provide great stress release.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114342681261712721?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114342681261712721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114342681261712721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114342681261712721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114342681261712721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-letters.html' title='Old Letters'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114342588063123665</id><published>2006-03-26T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:18:00.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>I'm back...  This weekend I went home to spend some time with the family. Although I was only there for a short visit, it was exactly what I needed. I got to spend some quality time witth the sisters. They picked me up from the airport Friday, we grabbed lunch together, and then went to get manicures together. The rest of the night was spent laughing at/with each other and watching movies. Saturday morning I got my hair cut, ran errands, then spent time with dad grocery shopping and cooking. Felt like home. As always, it was hard for me to leave, but I'm glad to be back here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114342588063123665?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114342588063123665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114342588063123665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114342588063123665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114342588063123665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114292066116932279</id><published>2006-03-20T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:11:26.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised....</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay, this list took some deep inward thinking...okay, maybe not that much.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the obvious napping, reading, and watching girly movies, here are some tangible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;things that make me like life just a bit more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Not as indepth as &lt;a href="http://sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sheri's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; list, completely superficial/shallow list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pops&lt;/span&gt;, R&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s Pi&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Tamales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *3 of my favorite candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hot coffee&lt;/span&gt;- vanilla/hazelnut served in a oversized mug that I can wrap my hands around *aka* a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also quite fond of diet coke and diet dr. pepper with a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fingernail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs- secret is out, this girl likes hot dogs.....must have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;relish&lt;/span&gt; to be considered a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla ice cream- with or with out warm brownie underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braeburn apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles that smell like coffee or clean laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking on clean laundry- fresh from the dryer clean/warm sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mac&lt;/span&gt;-N-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny jokes (laffy taffy jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppies, big or small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No traffic on Rosedale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, lots of it and as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cake with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bananas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good book- Oprah has a decent list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while I'm awake, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt; while I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, the color &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; puts me in a great mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts and sweat pants (summer or winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New socks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114292066116932279?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114292066116932279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114292066116932279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114292066116932279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114292066116932279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-promised.html' title='As promised....'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114288735547210567</id><published>2006-03-20T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:42:35.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mood...</title><content type='html'>My mood greatly depends on the weather and the amount of caffeine that I have had...how sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114288735547210567?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114288735547210567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114288735547210567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114288735547210567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114288735547210567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mood.html' title='My mood...'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114212107059655690</id><published>2006-03-11T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:40:13.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom or Catchy Phrase?</title><content type='html'>I've fallen short when searching for interesting things to write about. I've fallen into my routine of daily tasks that I crave to keep my sanity, but where has all the excitement gone. Once upon a time I used to be a fun person. Now it seems that I've lost my fun. So now I sit back and ask myself, what happened to the "me I used to be". I know that part of me is still there, it just seems to have taken a backseat to the routine that I'm so fond of. Shame on me of excepting this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with my personal rant for the time being, I would love to get some feedback. Over the years people have passed down lil tidbits of advice in all sorts of situations. Of all the things that I've heard, there are some that I recall over and over, and I would like to share them with you. Please feel free to add to what I have, I would love to hear the small phrases that have stuck with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0817.jpg"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always says...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds a bit weird, but it is all about focus. Daydreams can get the best of me at times. Another quote and possibly my favorite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be Intentional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...don't leave things to chance, interpretation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/640/100_09421.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Margaret Buell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;always says... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty years from now are you going to remember sleeping or spending time with your friends having fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Bet she wishes that I would forget about that one. There is plenty of time left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/C/03/19/85/image_785193.jpg"&gt;Rocky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has repeatedly said... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make someone a priority when you are only an option to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0614_0028.jpg"&gt;Lucas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my humorous brother, says... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't play with the big dogs if you pee like a puppy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure that he never imagined that I would consider this &lt;em&gt;words of wisdom&lt;/em&gt; but perspective is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114212107059655690?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114212107059655690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114212107059655690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114212107059655690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114212107059655690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-of-wisdom-or-catchy-phrase.html' title='Words of Wisdom or Catchy Phrase?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114211857832585777</id><published>2006-03-11T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:19:55.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Sunshine</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Saturday. Woke up to sunshine this morning. Went to breakfast with Sheri and took a lil drive to the airport to drop off some friends. I got to spend some quality time with my roommate before she leaves for her spring break. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Don't' know what the rest of the day has in store, but it is off to a great start. Ordering a pizza, watching the O.C., and reading for the rest of tonight sounds like a wonderful prospect...I'm pretty sure that makes me a nerd by every since of the word.&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Baby will be here tomorrow night, which should provide me with lots to share throughout this week.&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave you today, I would like to share a laugh that was shared with me today....Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Prayer&lt;br /&gt;May the fleas of a thousand camels&lt;br /&gt;infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day&lt;br /&gt;and may their arms be too short to scratch... AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114211857832585777?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114211857832585777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114211857832585777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114211857832585777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114211857832585777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on Sunshine'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114166558098203614</id><published>2006-03-06T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:35:58.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry for the prolonged absence. In networking all of the new toys to the internet, and setting up the cool gadgets, my wireless internet quit on me.&lt;br /&gt;Quick review/highlights of the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri's entire family, including the almost brother, came to visit. It is always a good time when family comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still working nights. I met up with some people from work Thursday night.  We went to Baker's Street Pub and Grill. Hopefully, I can post those pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;I worked this weekend, but still managed to have some fun despite my nagging cold. Saturday, was another meeting of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marymarthas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Marthas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In short, we cook, we eat, we talk. It is lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday, our life group met up to watch the Oscar's. Check out this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sheriann.blogspot.com/"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These guys are always entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114166558098203614?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114166558098203614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114166558098203614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114166558098203614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114166558098203614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/03/re-cap.html' title='Re-Cap'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-114055195416973247</id><published>2006-02-21T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:59:14.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Side Up</title><content type='html'>I've fallen into the pattern of staying up late and sleeping late. This doesn't suit the morning person inside me that wants to be up when the sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;With this schedule the weeks seem to fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Today Sheri is leaving for Austin for a conference. Her family, everyone but the 7 cats, are making the journey to Texas. It seems that just a few weeks ago they were here visiting....oh wait they were here just a few weeks ago. They just can't get enough of Texas. I'm excited about their return visit, and the others that have decided to join them this time around.&lt;br /&gt;Time for work again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-114055195416973247?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/114055195416973247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=114055195416973247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114055195416973247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/114055195416973247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunny-side-up.html' title='Sunny Side Up'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113979954044683021</id><published>2006-02-12T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:59:00.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TrueLove.com?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are so many online sites that promise the perfect match. Is there any truth to this? Can these internet sites find your soulmate, I think not. It is hard enough to find your soulmate face to face, seeing the truth first hand. Adding in a computer and a third party couldn't possibly make this dating thing easier. In lieu of my attempt to re-join the world of dating by going on a semi-blind date, I thought I would share my frustration and hope that someone has insight from or wisdom to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago a friend of mine, Graham Bilello, wrote this about the dating game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;....and there came a day in which every man must batter up, get back in the game, and play it well, for it is simply a game, a game in which all people must play with caution, confidence, and wit...a game in which we shall conquer the very confusing beings of the opposite sex...the game is scary,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once in, we want out&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;once out, we feel like losers&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;get off the bench and play ball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I guess considering the " dating game" .....but I'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kicking and screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113979954044683021?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113979954044683021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113979954044683021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113979954044683021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113979954044683021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/02/truelovecom_12.html' title='TrueLove.com?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113968141287409506</id><published>2006-02-11T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:40:38.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've never been one of those people that gets real involved with the Olympics. I'll make a point to tune in occasionally to watch the year's new outstanding athlete. Well, this year has started out a bit different, considering my Olympic-crazed roommate. Last night I sat down to watch the opening ceremonies, which I found to be quite interesting and absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;After the fist 20, of what seemed like 400 million countries walking in for the parade of Nations,I start to doze. I am awakened by the strangest comment by one of the announcers. To be sure I heard this correctly, I replayed the segment (thanks to tiVo). So, there begins by list of comments and observations while watching the ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very confused on the music selection for the presentations of countries...the cheesiest American 80's music. Selections such as Sweet Dreams by Annie Lennox, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor (a personal favorite), Video Killed the Radio Star by the Buggles. If you are going to go 80's put in some Styx, Guns N' Roses, Bangles, Def Leppard, Duran Duran, Journey...I think the song selection could have used a bit of work, but it was very entertaining nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Poor Girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(long pause)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She got hit with the ugly stick a few too many times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Background: The announcers are watching France parade in Olympic stadium. They are commenting on France's rising star athlete. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Announcer: &lt;em&gt;You know, he also dated Ms. France.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Flash to another (not very attractive) athlete. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Announcer: &lt;em&gt;Uhh..That's not her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Announcer (talking about Georg Hackl): Ya gotta love the nickname "the Speeding White Sausage." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I bet he gets picked on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Germany....Looks good to me. -Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Italy.......Looks good to me.&lt;/span&gt; -Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Albania....Looks really good to me. -Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri's new fascination with &lt;a href="http://www.bodemillerusa.com/BodeMiller.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bode Miller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lead to a t-shirt idea.... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BODE-licious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for the t-shirt design, check out &lt;a href="http://www.sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;her site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113968141287409506?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113968141287409506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113968141287409506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113968141287409506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113968141287409506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/02/open-ceremonies.html' title='Open Ceremonies'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113954052777279844</id><published>2006-02-09T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:34:37.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting the Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know, it's about time I updated this thing. Tonight Sheri is staying late for a meeting and to catch up on some work. So, I'm spending time with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do I do when I spend time with myself? First, I put on some good music and grab some nail polish. I know what you're thinking, a completely girly thing to do, but it works for me. Once the toes are painted, put on my jammies and journal. If the mood strikes I'll pick up a good book or a sweet movie. So far it's been a great night, a little quiet, but satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks ahead.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be working a bunch of nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sadie is coming to visit in March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lil might be coming to visit this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not much excitement right now, but I'm not complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did you know that my favorite day of the week is Thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113954052777279844?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113954052777279844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113954052777279844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113954052777279844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113954052777279844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/02/painting-pigs.html' title='Painting the Pigs'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113892091324524167</id><published>2006-02-02T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:55:13.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to January?</title><content type='html'>It seems that just a few days ago I was reminding myself to write the year as '06, and now we are already two months in this new year. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stop the world I want to get off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much on my mind, the internal struggle trying to get out. My roommate is so very wise. &lt;a href="http://sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;Her blog today&lt;/a&gt; was exactly what I needed to hear. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Just breathe."&lt;/span&gt; It seems easy enough, but at times can prove to be a task. I'm glad I have someone trying to keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113892091324524167?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113892091324524167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113892091324524167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113892091324524167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113892091324524167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-happened-to-january.html' title='What happened to January?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113857438896675200</id><published>2006-01-29T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:44:00.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah can do it...why can't I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A list of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;....seems easy enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. A Good pair of shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Good conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Sappy romance novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Sunday afternoon naps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. Thunderstorms while I sleep  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6. A dream that is so good, that I hate to wake up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;7. Movies with happy endings   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. Laughing so hard my and stomach hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;9. Dancing till my feet hurt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113857438896675200?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113857438896675200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113857438896675200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113857438896675200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113857438896675200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/oprah-can-do-itwhy-cant-i.html' title='Oprah can do it...why can&apos;t I.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113850538467201280</id><published>2006-01-28T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:34:21.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology is great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/tivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/tivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me. Sheri's brother-in-law, Dan, informed me of the latest &lt;a href="http://tivo.com"&gt;TiVo&lt;/a&gt;. Not only does it have the normal TiVo functions, it is also records DVD's. I didn't think that it could be improved, but I was so wrong. Dan you are awesome! Now I just need someone to show me all the nifty features. I'm totally psyched about this new toy.&lt;br /&gt;My other new toy is a &lt;a href="http://www.logitech.com/index.cfm/products/productlist/US/EN,crid=2203"&gt;web cam&lt;/a&gt;. My parents and I are getting web cams so that we can see each other when we talk. (I will also be able to see the puppy). I'm not really sure about this, but it may turn out to be quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113850538467201280?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113850538467201280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113850538467201280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113850538467201280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113850538467201280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/technology-is-great.html' title='Technology is great!'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113832302927761668</id><published>2006-01-26T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:50:29.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open wide...take a bite of my foot</title><content type='html'>This week, and last week for that matter, I have found myself, on more than one occasion, eating my words...my foot...and anything else that prevents me from saying the right thing. Good intentions are there, but it just doesn't come out in the way in which it was intended. I hope this foot-in-mouth disease clears up before I really do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;So, for everyone I have offended, ticked off, or upset please accept my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri's parents are coming to town this weekend and I'm very excited! We've been waiting for them to come check out the new place since June.&lt;br /&gt;Texas Welcomes You Pape Family.&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling for something to write about these past few days and have fallen short yet again. Better luck on my next attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113832302927761668?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113832302927761668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113832302927761668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113832302927761668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113832302927761668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/open-widetake-bite-of-my-foot.html' title='Open wide...take a bite of my foot'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113743148796032080</id><published>2006-01-16T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:46:10.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Mavs Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/AA%20big%20screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/AA%20big%20screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really sure what to expect from the Mavs game. I'm not a huge basketball fan, and don't pretend to be, but it was fun. Sheri and I took the train all the way to American Airline Center in Dallas (best parking spot in the place)&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, first stop was to pick up our tickets. Next stop, the Fan Shop....and that's where I made my discovery. I saw the name Dampier on the back of a jersey. Immediately my mind recalls the name Erick Dampier, a popular name in basketball when I attended Mississippi State. Sure enough, it was the same Erick Dampier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Side story: The year I turned 21. He had returned to MSU for a visit. Anyway, long story short, I had my (not completely sober) picture taken with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/eric%20dampier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/eric%20dampier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.... I walked out of the FAN SHOP with a t-shirt. As I stepped inside the bathroom to slip it over my head, I hear how he is a scapegoat for something completely unbeknownst to me. Afterall, I was a fan for all of 5 minutes before hearing this story. Sadly, I pulled my jacket tighter so no one would make questioning looks as to why I was showing my support.&lt;br /&gt;Within the first few minutes of tip off, the jacket was off, and the number 25 was showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to check out the place, which by the way is very nice, ate wonderful junk food, and managed to see a decent game before catching the next train home. Great time all around. Sheri has posted more pics on her blog, chem them out &lt;a href="http://www.sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Mavs%20game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/Mavs%20game.jpg" 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/14913132-113743148796032080?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113743148796032080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113743148796032080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113743148796032080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113743148796032080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturdays-mavs-game_16.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Mavs Game'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113738270737608800</id><published>2006-01-15T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:38:27.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie, Sadie Pretty Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Sadie%20Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Sadie%20Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've introduced her before, and I'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;This is my youngest sis, Sadie.&lt;br /&gt;I need a laugh, ya got one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait to report on my weekend, at the Mavs game.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit off tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113738270737608800?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113738270737608800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113738270737608800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113738270737608800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113738270737608800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/sadie-sadie-pretty-lady.html' title='Sadie, Sadie Pretty Lady'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113704718123682532</id><published>2006-01-12T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T05:57:38.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 going on 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/deva%20with%20glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/deva%20with%20glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has a list of things they want to do before a certain point in their life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my list of things I would like to do before I'm 30. (only 5 short years away)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dance in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. See the Nutcracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Learn to balance my checkbook on a semi-daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Take a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Get a new car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Pay off my student loans, (or put a big dent in them).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Get a dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Fall in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Have amazing seats at a concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Visit NYC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Go skiing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Learn to take a compliment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Fly first class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Exercise regularly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Participate in Habitat for Humanity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Travel overseas (Greece, Italy, Ireland...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Buy a house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Get a season pass to Six Flags.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Successfully throw a surprise party for a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Learn to think before I speak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't anything too extreme. I think I have set very reasonable goals. Now, it's time to get started on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113704718123682532?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113704718123682532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113704718123682532' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113704718123682532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113704718123682532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/25-going-on-30.html' title='25 going on 30'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113682850118890685</id><published>2006-01-09T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:41:41.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Playa Maya</title><content type='html'>It has become one of my favorite restaurants since I've moved here. Today I learned something else about La Playa Maya that I would like to share with you...Their leftover are fabulous too. I might have learned this sooner, but what can I say, I usually clean my plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113682850118890685?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113682850118890685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113682850118890685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113682850118890685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113682850118890685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-playa-maya.html' title='La Playa Maya'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113670131630557825</id><published>2006-01-08T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:24:08.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA</title><content type='html'>Being from Mississippi, the joys of IKEA were completely unknown to me before today. I've never seen anything like it. In fact, today was not only my first trip to IKEA, but also my second. You heard me correctly. We liked it so much that once was just not enough for this mind to comprehend. After making our first purchases and loading them into the car, we returned for round two.&lt;br /&gt;I left with a computer desk, a kitchen table, and a cabinet. A very successful day (and I mean an ALL day extravaganza). I need sleep to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what I'm talking about, there are no words, &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It is similar to Pier One, but as big as Sam's Club, with fantastic prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113670131630557825?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113670131630557825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113670131630557825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113670131630557825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113670131630557825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/ikea.html' title='IKEA'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113657088978972417</id><published>2006-01-06T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:08:09.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson Cooper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meet your #1 Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Anderson"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Anderson%27s%20%231%20Fan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113657088978972417?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113657088978972417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113657088978972417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113657088978972417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113657088978972417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/anderson-cooper.html' title='Anderson Cooper...'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113626354843307149</id><published>2006-01-02T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:45:48.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mississippi Girls....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wish you a wonderful New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New year, New things, New beginnings&lt;br /&gt;I've gradually been working on ridding myself of old things that need to be forgotten and forgiven. I'm giving myself a new chance, and I'm giving others the same. Everyone has an idea of who they should be, who they want to be and now is as good a time as any to take the first step. I'm not making resolutions, for surely they will soon be forgotten. I can say with certainty that I will make mistakes and that lessons will be learned. It will be fun, there will be tears, and it will be frustrating....wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113626354843307149?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113626354843307149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113626354843307149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113626354843307149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113626354843307149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2006/01/mississippi-girls.html' title='The Mississippi Girls....'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113581336142556016</id><published>2005-12-28T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:46:45.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve with the lil ones....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these cute kids in their matching PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable cousins, Drake and Sara Kaitlyn. The guy in the middle is my brother, Luke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113581336142556016?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113581336142556016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113581336142556016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113581336142556016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113581336142556016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve-with-lil-ones.html' title='Christmas Eve with the lil ones....'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113517423768783817</id><published>2005-12-21T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:23:42.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week before Christmas, and all through the house...</title><content type='html'>I'm very fortunate that I did not have to work Thanksgiving or Christmas this year, much less get a week off to spend with my family this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; morning and presented the family with a bundle of candies, chocolate covered everything. Sheri has introduced me to the candy-making business. Not to hard to do, and yummy in the tummy. Sheri, my family thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, I went shopping with my mom and sisters...very unproductive morning, but quality time laughing and poking fun with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, while the rest of the house sleeps, mom and I are headed out on our own. Should be a full day of exhausting shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, Megan and I are....you guessed it, shopping for mom. Thursday night is game night with the Jones Family (the boy-friend's family). I'll be sure to get pictures, maybe I will be able to catch the long awaited proof that Brian and Megan cheat in spades and Phase 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; is the company&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/christine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/christine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; party. Sheri's parents, every year, have this huge Christmas party which includes ribs, a ton of potato salad, and more yummy goodness. It is always a good time, not to mention that I get to visit with people that I haven't seen since last year's party. No telling what will happen forklifts, shopping carts, nothing is impossible. This is Christine driving a forklift last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113517423768783817?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113517423768783817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113517423768783817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113517423768783817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113517423768783817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/week-before-christmas-and-all-through.html' title='Week before Christmas, and all through the house...'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113470080602167851</id><published>2005-12-15T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:40:06.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for my pup to meet the newest addition to the clan, meet Bella.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_1279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/bella.jpg" 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/14913132-113470080602167851?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113470080602167851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113470080602167851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113470080602167851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113470080602167851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/matchmaker.html' title='Matchmaker'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113444679718716575</id><published>2005-12-12T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:06:37.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_1320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pics from Vegas. I have alot more on a real camera, but those might take some time to post.&lt;br /&gt;One of the last days Kelsey and I decided to check the headquarters for M&amp;Ms and Cola.  Pretty cool place, and we got our picture with the polar bear. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share this interesting art thingy inside our hotel/casino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113444679718716575?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113444679718716575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113444679718716575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113444679718716575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113444679718716575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-vegas.html' title='More Vegas'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113416325807951101</id><published>2005-12-09T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:28:51.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1316.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1316.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1315.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1315.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trip would be complete without a picture with Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;More pics to come, stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113416325807951101?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113416325807951101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113416325807951101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113416325807951101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113416325807951101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/vegas.html' title='Vegas'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113373233127006151</id><published>2005-12-04T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:38:51.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Bar, here I come.</title><content type='html'>I a matter of minutes I'm leaving for the airport...destination Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to catch you up on my week. Last day of residency was Wednesday. Thursday Sheri and I went shopping and managed to catch a movie. Friday, we babysat some kids from church, a night of hide-n-seek, coloring, and I Spy. My pup also had surgery on Friday. He managed to swallow a Christmas ornament, which hurt his stomach pretty bad, but he's fine now. &lt;br /&gt;Jana's wedding shower was last night. Very pretty, and the food was fab. The rest of my time this weekend was spent packing and sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure next week, I will have many stories to report. &lt;br /&gt;Should be a blast. See you when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113373233127006151?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113373233127006151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113373233127006151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113373233127006151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113373233127006151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/12/ghost-bar-here-i-come.html' title='Ghost Bar, here I come.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113341609303904687</id><published>2005-11-30T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:02:42.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a tablecloth or a collar?</title><content type='html'>So the picture isn't that clear, I think you get the point. It spands the entire upper half of my body. For those who are lost as to why I posted this ridiculous picture, it was in reply to &lt;a href="http://sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;Sheri's post&lt;/a&gt; on outfits we would never wear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1313.jpg" 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/14913132-113341609303904687?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113341609303904687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113341609303904687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113341609303904687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113341609303904687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-tablecloth-or-collar.html' title='Is it a tablecloth or a collar?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113332594098993782</id><published>2005-11-29T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:47:18.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are my beautiful, younger sisters. They are great people, spunky even. With each of these girls comes a VERY different personality but a killer smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sadie (left) is the youngest. She is sassy to the bone, very independent, and surprisingly sensitive. Don’t approach her with orders or criticism, she won’t stand for it. Be careful, what comes off as defiant and independent hides her very loving and sweet side. More people should take to the time to get to know this fabulous girl with a big heart, and contagious laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan (right) holds the title of “Most Gullible” in our family. She would give you every dime in her pocket and her left arm if she thought you needed it. She has a very tender heart, and temper that can make your hair stand on ends and frighten small animals. What she lacks in common sense she more than makes up for in brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, both these girls have smarts out the yang.&lt;br /&gt;So, am I protective of these girls….try me. There is no place on earth you could hide from the wrath-o-deva if someone were to try anything, but that is only if they would let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/meg%20and%20sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/meg%20and%20sadie.jpg" 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/14913132-113332594098993782?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113332594098993782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113332594098993782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113332594098993782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113332594098993782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/sisters_29.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113319072808977271</id><published>2005-11-28T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:12:56.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/jorge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas wedding to my best guy friend.....oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113319072808977271?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113319072808977271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113319072808977271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113319072808977271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113319072808977271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/speaking-of-george.html' title='Speaking of George'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113311318459861976</id><published>2005-11-27T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:39:44.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclaiming my life.</title><content type='html'>I know, I keep making excuses for my long absence.&lt;br /&gt;To inform all those who care... Now that the tears and frustration are on the decline, I can share with you some changes of the past month. After what can be termed as a very emotional and stressful time, I have decided to change jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been overly happy with the work situation and I decided to do something about it. Everyone involved has been very supportive and helpful, which as been the biggest blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working at Harris, but with a different job description.  It's a new start, in efforts to reclaim my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will return to blogging on a regular basis as my excitement for the upcoming holiday season builds.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my upcoming trip........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/vegas.jpg" alt="" 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/14913132-113311318459861976?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113311318459861976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113311318459861976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113311318459861976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113311318459861976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/reclaiming-my-life.html' title='Reclaiming my life.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113268504456130566</id><published>2005-11-22T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:44:04.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow afternoon Sheri and I are headed home for the holidays. We expect there to be some road delays, and we want to be prepared. We have the music for the trip, but we would welcome any suggestions for games or entertainment to pass the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113268504456130566?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113268504456130566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113268504456130566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113268504456130566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113268504456130566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113233003864294235</id><published>2005-11-18T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:07:18.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raviolli Day less than a week away!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Thanksgiving is my most favoritest holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with the family, eating until our face hurts, and then letting the food lull us to sleep.  This holiday has nothing to do with gifts, at least not with the kind to put under a tree.  Family is gift enough.  I'm getting very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113233003864294235?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113233003864294235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113233003864294235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113233003864294235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113233003864294235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/raviolli-day-less-than-week-away.html' title='Raviolli Day less than a week away!'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113218719544438890</id><published>2005-11-16T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:02:03.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to the Land of Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have escaped....I am on the run from my captors. Somehow I managed to break away from the band of rogue pirates that have held me captive and forced me to remain&lt;br /&gt;non-communicato from all my friends. Life was tough living among this band of thieves and vagrants, forced to live a life of slavery and solitude.&lt;br /&gt;I was without food and water for 3 days, forced to live off the dung of monkeys and small (slightly poisonous) berries.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while on the search for food, we came upon mythological sheep dog named Rodney. Rodney claimed to know a path that would lead me out of the jungles of Pinopole. Seeing as I was suffering from delusions associated with prolong starvation, I trusted the friendly sheep dog. Little did I know that Rodney was the leader of a secret society of estranged jungle creatures and were using me as bait to overthrow my previous captors. The first night, as I lay huddled in a corner, wrapped in rags used to mop the floors, I developed my plan of escape. As soon as the others gathered at the river in the morning for their morning chant of "Circle of Life" I would flee to the outer edges of the jungle and hitch a ride.&lt;br /&gt;All went according to plan, except that the first car that stopped to carry me to freedom we my original captors....my luck. Luckily they had themselves eaten too many of the poisonous berries and were all very ill. This was my chance. I could run and leave them behind, but my conscience would not let them suffer. I quickly administered the antidote that I always keep in my pocket for occasions such as this. Everyone was so grateful, that they let me go. And now, after all this time, I have found my way back to blogging again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113218719544438890?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113218719544438890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113218719544438890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113218719544438890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113218719544438890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/return-to-land-of-blog.html' title='Return to the Land of Blog'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113142948103774744</id><published>2005-11-07T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:58:01.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School.....kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started my month long adventure at a clinic in Fort Worth. It is always interesting and nerve racking to start working at a new place. It feels like the first day of school, wandering around lost, hoping that someone will notice the absent look on your face and politely point you to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about feet? I can't say that i'm completely disgusted by them, but I'm not crazy about touching the feet of strangers, even if it is for the greater good of their health.&lt;br /&gt;People with diabetes have many problems with foot care. They lose feeling in their feet, step on something, and it becomes infected without them noticing until they start smelling funk. This is not somthing that is particularly good on an empty stomach, or on a full stomach for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that is what I'm doing this month. I'm sure that this environment will provide many interesting stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113142948103774744?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113142948103774744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113142948103774744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113142948103774744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113142948103774744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-of-schoolkinda.html' title='First Day of School.....kinda'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113123240134913864</id><published>2005-11-05T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:13:21.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>I wish I could blame the craziness of life for not posting anything lately, but that just isn't true. I'm lacking a sense of direction, and with that comes the feeling of being lost. Not such a great feeling. I have spent the past while doing much reflection on where I am, where I want to be, and how to get there. I'm putting too much emphasis on expectations and not on what is really important. Problem identified, solution to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Sheri and I made the drive home for her to surprise her dad for his birthday and for me to....be happy. If you don't know by now, I'm crazy about my family. They are great, each one with very different personalities, faults, and uniqueness. There is never a dull moment at the Sandroni house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113123240134913864?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113123240134913864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113123240134913864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113123240134913864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113123240134913864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/11/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113046113223409027</id><published>2005-10-27T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:45:19.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know, but you have no idea</title><content type='html'>Just get to know me, that's all I ask. Then judge if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, those that need to see this never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER ONE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Name: Deva Maria Sandroni&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Deba, Weva, Dirty, Dee, Deva Lou, Boo&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 27, 1980&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Cleveland, MS&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christianity&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER 2&lt;/span&gt; - On the Inside&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Italian and Irish&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look like: I look like my dad and act like my mom&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses: a good book, chocolate, feel good movies, TiVo, puppies&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: balloons and I'm not crazy about spiders&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: loaded with anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday, Today &amp; Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your most over-used phrase: "tell me something" and "hmmm"&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: most days I'm asleep by 11:00&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite missed memories: college football games, games with the fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;/span&gt; Your pick&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: group is great, but can't complain about the single date&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Saucony....shocks aren't comfortable and don't even get me started on lady foot locker&lt;br /&gt;Favorite candy? Reeses pieces and Blow Pops (watermelon)&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: I'm trying to get off coffee. Monster energy drinks are my source of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;/span&gt; Do You?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Curse: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sing: yes, but I can't carry a tune&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Motion sickness: yes, even though I was told that I would grow out of it&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive: yes&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: freak maybe, but not so much the health part&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: We are beyond just 'getting along' with each other. They are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: Only when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: drumsticks on the steering wheel of my car is the closest thing to an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: EVER, are you mad.....maybe not today&lt;br /&gt;Eaten and entire box of Oreos: Chips Ahoy's not Oreo&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: yummy&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Yes,I was in drama in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating : yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: maybe not skinny dipping, but very scantly clad...pharmacy party in middle of October....not ideal weather&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: no&lt;br /&gt;Been caught 'doing something': parking....by a security guard&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: Yes, but I don't like that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;/span&gt; Getting Older&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: I don't want to jinx myself, but hopefully within the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;Number and names of children: currently none, but wouldn't mind a few&lt;br /&gt;Describe your dream wedding: small wedding, big party, lots of dancing&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: a dang good pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER EIGHT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Funny Moment: North Carolina McDonalds "the day the tomagottchi died"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy Moment: Graduating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sadest Moment: burying a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hurtful Moment: I'm not sure I want to share that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Scared Moment: following ambulance after my dad had a heart attack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Proud Moment: recognition by Assistant Dean of Pharmacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moment you wish you could take back: hurting someone's feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;/span&gt; In a partner&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: dark&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: short&lt;br /&gt;Height: I'm kinda tall...what can I say, tall is good&lt;br /&gt;Best articles of clothing:  button up shirts with jeans, I like the preppy look, but I don't spend too much time thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAYER TEN:&lt;/span&gt; In the numbers&lt;br /&gt;Number of drugs taken lately (including vitamins): 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that you own: I have no idea, IPods are the new thing, and I love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of times your name has appeared in the newspaper: not sure, but 28 entries if you yahoo search my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of this helps you get to know me. I was very honest in my answers. Sheri posted something like this earlier and I completely ripped her blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113046113223409027?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113046113223409027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113046113223409027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113046113223409027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113046113223409027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-think-you-know-but-you-have-no.html' title='You think you know, but you have no idea'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113036871237694854</id><published>2005-10-26T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:11:02.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk food Mecca</title><content type='html'>As I've said before, Lil came to town this weekend. The girls (minus Christine) were reunited again. Friday night we headed downtown with no particular destination in mind. We checked out a few places then sleep got the best of us and we called it an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_11421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_11421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we spent the afternoon/night at the fair. This is a picture of Big Tex, from what I gather, he is the mascot for this event. It has been years since I've gone to the fair, but I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_11461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_11461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it more now that my priorities have changed. I'm no longer willing to wait in long lines for rides that aren't worth the wait. This time I went for food and wasn't let down. Jalapenos/cheese corn dogs and fried oreos, doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_11481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_11481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around all afternoon, ate whatever looked appealing, and had a grand ole time. Wish Christine could have been here, would have made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Sheri%20Deva%20Ferris%20Wheel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Sheri%20Deva%20Ferris%20Wheel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me and ,my roommate, Sheri, for anyone out there that may not already know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_11521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_11521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first,last and only ride that we rode all evening. Rumor has this ferris wheel is the largest in the nation (and it is freakin big.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113036871237694854?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113036871237694854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113036871237694854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113036871237694854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113036871237694854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/junk-food-mecca.html' title='Junk food Mecca'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113004582145429951</id><published>2005-10-23T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:37:01.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Deva%200211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/Deva%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Lil has been married for a year already! It seems that it was only yesterday we gathered for a bridal brunch and a day of primping, as we spent the final hours of Lil's singledom with laughs and tears of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;This year Lil is spending her wedding anniversary with Sheri and I since Andy is overseas. I know that we are no comparison to Andy, but I am so happy she decided to spend this time with people that love her bunches.&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary Melissa and Andy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113004582145429951?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113004582145429951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113004582145429951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113004582145429951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113004582145429951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-year-later_23.html' title='One Year Later'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113004568703011191</id><published>2005-10-23T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:57:51.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/all%20the%20girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/all%20the%20girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Deva%200171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Deva%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113004568703011191?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113004568703011191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113004568703011191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113004568703011191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113004568703011191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-113000519041871723</id><published>2005-10-22T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:19:50.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lil is in town from Abilene this weekend. I'm off this weekend, and we plan on having some serious fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sheri, Lil, and I are headed to the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Texas State Fair&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon for the ultimate in junk food. If you want anything fried or on a stick, they've got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been taking pictures so look for those in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-113000519041871723?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/113000519041871723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=113000519041871723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113000519041871723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/113000519041871723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112977109567627242</id><published>2005-10-19T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:05:32.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>Lately I've felt as if I'm so busy with my life that I haven't had time to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;What if there was no work, no pressing obligations, no responsibilities. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;My first response would be to do absolutely nothing. Put my feet up, watch movies, sleep late. Simple and lazy as it may seem, it is the ultimate relaxation I'm dreaming about as I drive to work each morning. But what if I didn't have work and other responsibilities....I would go absolutely mad. I wouldn't be able to enjoy my downtime.  Can't complain about life, but is it about time I started to enjoy it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112977109567627242?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112977109567627242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112977109567627242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112977109567627242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112977109567627242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life In The Fast Lane'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112959979034029984</id><published>2005-10-17T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:43:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Bird Flu</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't even joke about bird flu, that is some serious stuff. I learned a lot about myself Saturday night as I was lying on my bathroom floor, contemplating the calling an ambulance; I am the biggest baby in the world when I am sick. My ailments are gone and the only explanation is a bad reaction to a flu shot. Can't say that I will ever do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sleepy. Not even 9 a.m. but I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. How big of a loser am I? Don't answer that. Didn't your mom teach you if you don't have anything nice to say, keep quiet. I hope to one day have a story of sorts to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112959979034029984?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112959979034029984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112959979034029984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112959979034029984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112959979034029984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/surviving-bird-flu.html' title='Surviving Bird Flu'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112943572661018082</id><published>2005-10-15T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:08:46.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1100.jpg" 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/14913132-112943572661018082?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112943572661018082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112943572661018082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112943572661018082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112943572661018082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112927056789606115</id><published>2005-10-14T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:16:07.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I got home from work tonight and all I wanted to do was sleep, but it won't come. Turned on the t.v. but still not tired. Didn't feel like writing in my journal, don't really have that much to write about. I started reading entries from last October and this is what I found at the top of the page......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Strange how it is one year later and yet that quote is still very fitting is some aspects of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;I made it many nights on less than 5 hours sleep, those days are a thing of the past. I can't stay out like I used to (and that probably isn't a bad thing). I need to sleep and it just isn't happening. I am going to be feeling this all day tomorrow as I zombie through my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I used to think I was fun.  Is it gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112927056789606115?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112927056789606115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112927056789606115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112927056789606115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112927056789606115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112905548812660042</id><published>2005-10-11T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:34:19.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/ellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Tamarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/Tamarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thing are guaranteed to put a smile on your face, puppies and small kids. Here are some pics of my favorite lil ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112905548812660042?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112905548812660042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112905548812660042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112905548812660042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112905548812660042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/cutie-pies.html' title='Cutie Pies'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112890559214838771</id><published>2005-10-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:07:22.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Deva%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Deva%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Deva%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Deva%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Deva%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Deva%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous trips are the best.&lt;br /&gt;One year Sheri and I made a last minute trip to Florida to ring in the New Year with a friend. There have been numerous short roadtrips, but the most spontaneous trip ever was a trip to Clarksville, TN. I made up my mind, booked a plane, and arrived 12 hours later. It was so much fun, I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Last December I made another trip. It wasn't as spontaneous as the first, actually a lot of thought went into it, but well worth it. Within a week I had made up my mind, booked a ticket, and I was off, Destination Alaska. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen snow, real snow. The kind you can hold in your hand without it melting, the kind that covers the ground in a blanket of white, smothering all signs of the ground below. Alaska, another wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share some pictures of my trip as fall slowly creeps into the forecast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112890559214838771?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112890559214838771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112890559214838771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112890559214838771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112890559214838771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/destination-alaska.html' title='Destination Alaska'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112863438255762372</id><published>2005-10-06T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:33:02.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan and Brian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/megan%20and%20Brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/megan%20and%20Brian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of my sis and her boyfriend, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is my age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying that I'm old, or that he is old, just that it is unfair, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aren't they cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really strange to see my siblings date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112863438255762372?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112863438255762372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112863438255762372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112863438255762372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112863438255762372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/megan-and-brian.html' title='Megan and Brian'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112822821683354545</id><published>2005-10-01T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:25:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/sixflags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/sixflags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Friday rolled around I was faced with a difficult decision....sleep (which my body was craving) or fun (which my sanity was craving). I decided to take advantage of my weekend and fought the urge to crawl into bed.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Sheri and I joined some friends from church for a Rangers game. The Rangers didn't do well, but lots of fun was had by all. We were able to get a balcony to ourselves. We had amazing seats, good food, and great company. Sleep did not come until very late.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my day off and I took advantage of it. It was a beautiful morning and the weather couldn't be better, to stay inside would have been a waste. Sheri and I spent the day at Six Flags, for fright fest activities and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime you just have to fight what your body says and do what your mind needs...mental stress release. I'm glad I didn't sleep the weekend away....twenty years from now I'm not gonna remember sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the view from a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/14913132-112822821683354545?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112822821683354545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112822821683354545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112822821683354545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112822821683354545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/10/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112796240495298894</id><published>2005-09-28T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:01:55.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it come to suspenseful movies, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, and all other things scary I tend to run the other way. It is a struggle to watch LOST (which is sacred around this apartment)because it is just too much for this timid soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my "girlie," non-threatening, family shows any day of the week (basically anything on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewb.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WB network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering why I'm rambling about nonsense. Well, Halloween is approaching. Make no mistake, I don't like it. Candy is great, dressing up is even better, but it is the few nuts out there that ruin it for me. Strangely enough, Sheri and I are going to attempt to attend a costume party, and have been discussing costume options. Sheri as opened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheriann.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for suggestions so I shall do the same. (I didn't have a creative topic for the evening so I had to steal one.)&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for a blog topic or a costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I never claimed to know how to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I admit that I'm not the greatest, not even decent. Accept this and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112796240495298894?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112796240495298894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112796240495298894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112796240495298894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112796240495298894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112784651054575718</id><published>2005-09-27T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:29:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Drinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Boat%20Drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/Boat%20Drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we'll be sitting by the pool, sippin on boat drinks not worrying about Mondays, or cars, or work...just workin on a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For upcoming fun, check out this &lt;a href="http://www.bigtex.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112784651054575718?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112784651054575718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112784651054575718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112784651054575718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112784651054575718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/boat-drinks.html' title='Boat Drinks'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112770822497902810</id><published>2005-09-25T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:17:04.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not interested?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure you have heard of the book everyone is raving about&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I've decide to see what the talk is about. Hands down this book will make you laugh outloud. The sad part is that is it true...at least some of it is true. Brutal honesty when stating the obvious has me laughing on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can people really be that clueless?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've got stories that too closely correlate with many of these stories, so the answer would be Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I've learned my lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112770822497902810?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112770822497902810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112770822497902810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112770822497902810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112770822497902810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-not-interested.html' title='Just not interested?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112735790123218120</id><published>2005-09-21T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:18:30.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of Limited Capacitance</title><content type='html'>Big title meaning, the more you know, the more you forget. Your brain can only hold so much information. To learn new info, you must forget something else. So, why is it that instead of forgetting the words to old songs, I forget things that might actually come in handy down the road....It would be okay if I was ever on a useless trivia show or ever asked the lyrics to old 80's rap songs, otherwise I should start forgetting this useless info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112735790123218120?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112735790123218120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112735790123218120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112735790123218120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112735790123218120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/theory-of-limited-capacitance.html' title='Theory of Limited Capacitance'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112735614535320178</id><published>2005-09-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:38:26.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Box of Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Famous quote from the movie Forrest Gump, but what does it really mean. "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get." It implies that life is variety, ever changing surprises. But does this not also imply that regardless of the kind of "chocolate" that you get, it will be good. Because everyone knows that chocolate is good.&lt;br /&gt;As many can attest, the surprises that life has in store are not always good...or at least at first. Change is often unwanted, disrupting, and unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;Hind site is 20/20, another famous cliche, but also very true. Looking back on all the changes and surprises, everything eventually worked out for the better. So, I guess Forrest was right.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Max for the deep thought for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112735614535320178?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112735614535320178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112735614535320178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112735614535320178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112735614535320178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-is-like-box-of-chocolate.html' title='Life Is Like A Box of Chocolate'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112717464857604084</id><published>2005-09-19T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:04:08.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I return from Puerto Rico weeks ago, and it seems that I am just now able to catch my breath. I brought home a cold, had to study for some wicked tests, throw in work and some insomnia and you have the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;My first weekend "free" and I decided to take a trip back to Mississippi. Came at a great time, I had something to celebrate. &lt;a href="http://www.tsbp.state.tx.us/dbsearch/pht_results.asp?pht_lic=&amp;pht_lnm=sandroni&amp;amp;amp;pht_fnm=&amp;pht_oth_name=&amp;amp;pht_cert_name=&amp;pht_pdoexp=-1&amp;amp;phy_city=-1&amp;phy_cnty=-1&amp;amp;phy_zip=&amp;amp;B1=Search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I PASSED MY BOARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I am a licensed pharmacist. Finally the years of studying, crying, losing sleep, and hardwok paid off. Who better to celebrate with than my support system throughout the years, my family. It was a great weekend. Quality time with the family, playing games, shopping, football, laughing. Good times. (Despite the blood clot in my leg from the hours of driving.) Long drive for a short visit, but well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;A trip home does a world of good. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Renews the soul&lt;/span&gt;. I realized although I wasn't really homesick before the trip, It is hard to leave the place and the people that I have felt comfortable with for many years. Very &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hard to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;, as always.&lt;br /&gt;I love Texas, and I plan on staying here a while. My future is here, but my family and my childhood are in Mississippi. For those that think that I am questioning the move here....sorry you can't get rid of me that easy (Brent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note....&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt;...Breathe (2am)...great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many hours in a car alone gives a girl lots of time to think, that could be trouble....stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112717464857604084?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112717464857604084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112717464857604084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112717464857604084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112717464857604084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112666495501358895</id><published>2005-09-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:13:00.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>It was love at first sight. These are pics of my pup. Okay, so technically he isn't MY pup, he's my mom's. He name is Sam and he WAS 4 lbs. of pure sweetness, now he is 6 lbs. of fur. This weekend I get to see him and I'm very excited. Nothing like family and puppy love to make a girl smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/pup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/pup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/funpup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/funpup1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Luke%20and%20Sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/Luke%20and%20Sam1.jpg" 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/14913132-112666495501358895?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112666495501358895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112666495501358895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112666495501358895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112666495501358895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/puppy-love_13.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112653268668003221</id><published>2005-09-12T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T08:44:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now introducing....</title><content type='html'>my church family. I have limited pictures at my disposal at work. I know this isn't the best, but it will work for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/DCCF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/DCCF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112653268668003221?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112653268668003221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112653268668003221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112653268668003221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112653268668003221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-introducing.html' title='Now introducing....'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112622139064137705</id><published>2005-09-08T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:28:04.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you guys forget?</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't mentioned it in a while, but the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART WALK&lt;/span&gt; is Sept. 24 and we are still accepting donations. It is difficult to ask for money for the heart association while we are trying to help those who were effected by Katrina, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUESS WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....now you can do both with one donation to the American Heart Association. They have decided to combine efforts. Of the money donated, they will be giving $1 Million dollars to support the Bush Clinton Support Effort. The money will provide health care to those injured or suffering from disease as a result of the hurricane. Come on people, this a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in guilting people into doing things (whatever)...I know I have some friends out there with a nice paycheck coming in every 2 weeks...and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm just saying&lt;/span&gt; that it is a good cause. I am reposting the details about the Heart Walk for those who are clueless as to what I am ranting about. For an update, he doesn't know it yet, but someone owes the heart walk $50 for cutting my hair. The deed has been done, 5 inches are gone, and for a good cause. ($1o per inch) Thanks Max. Website is listed below, or you can donate by contacting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Re-post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, on Thanksgiving day, my dad suffered a heart attack. Heart disease runs in my family and at the young age of 49, my dad suffered a heart attack that could have killed him. So, when I tell you that my latest project holds a special place in my heart, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;(I step on my soap box) Heart disease and stroke are the number &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 and 3 killers&lt;/span&gt; in the nation. This does not only affect the obviously unhealthy, overweight individuals. Heart disease is the number 1 killer of kids under the age of 15 (wow). So, I bet you are wondering how we can save lives if this is something that is hereditary. Well, there isn't much we can do to prevent this, but we can definitely so something to help.&lt;br /&gt;When someone has a heart attack, there is a window of about &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; If they receive CPR their chances of survival are drastically improved. On &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I will be participating in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a idea that hopes to raise money to teach CPR classes to high school seniors and business and to put life saving devices (defibrillators, the machine that shocks people) in business and on ambulances in rural communities. How confident are you that an ambulance will get to your loved one in 7 minutes? Knowledge is power. Equip people with the knowledge to save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;American Heart Association&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://heartwalk.kintera.org/faf/r.asp?t=4&amp;i=92788&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;u=92788-91760208&amp;amp;e=356197781"&gt;Donation site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112622139064137705?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112622139064137705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112622139064137705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112622139064137705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112622139064137705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/did-you-guys-forget.html' title='Did you guys forget?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112604865645486531</id><published>2005-09-06T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:31:02.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the law may win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easily the worst test I've ever taken. For those that don't like to hear complaining... .tune in another day. AHHHHH! No amount of studying could prepare me....Now it is time to get motivated to prepare for my boards. Sneeze, cough, cough. Let's hope that I knew enough that I don't have to retake that darned test, things could get ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diet Coke and Reeses Pieces, study food of champs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112604865645486531?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112604865645486531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112604865645486531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112604865645486531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112604865645486531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-fought-law.html' title='I fought the law'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112593945846389593</id><published>2005-09-05T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:57:38.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck, I think not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I met up with a friend and her husband for dinner. A study break well spent. After dinner we went for a lovely stroll downtown. It's a bug, It's the wind, No, it is bird poop. That's right. I couldn't make up something like this. My lovely stroll was ruined by a bird with bad aim (actually hit the center of my head, but bad aim none the less). This stuff only happens to me. People claim that it is good luck to get pooped on, but who are they kidding. Lesson learned, hitting the books again. No more study breaks for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112593945846389593?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112593945846389593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112593945846389593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112593945846389593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112593945846389593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-luck-i-think-not.html' title='Good luck, I think not.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112570884717328422</id><published>2005-09-02T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:58:03.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Girl.</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts in my head, so many things to be said. I'm not going to even begin to vent or discuss the sadness in the world right now. I'm going to be thankful that I have heard from my nearest and dearest friends and family and try to get through the next week.&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day Weekend...an extra day off...more like and extra day to study. I'm in the process of studying for my pharmacy board exam and the mother of all law tests. Trying so hard to stay focused, went all I really want to do is sleep and read. I was totally spoiled by my vacation. I'm finding it really hard to study, something that I spent 7 years perfecting...Something I actually had gotten pretty good at doing and now I'm falling short of concentration. It might actually help if I get off the computer.  Hmmm....good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112570884717328422?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112570884717328422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112570884717328422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112570884717328422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112570884717328422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/09/nerd-girl.html' title='Nerd Girl.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112535340626809019</id><published>2005-08-29T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:56:10.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies Smiling at Me</title><content type='html'>Puerto Rico was amazing and I have pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;After we arived on Thursday, we got settled and looked around the place. Nice doesn't beging to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_10221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_10221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we attended a welcome reception where we danced, ate, and had a good ole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_10181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_10181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to check out some local clubs. Thursday isn't a big night in any of the clubs, but we made our way to the dance floor. Everyone there knows how to Salsa. I'm not sure if I ever mastered that dance, but if all else fails get someone to twirl ya.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Sheri and I had dates...with the spa. As if I needed help to get more relaxed. It was wonderful. We then headed to Old San Juan to shop and sight see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_10271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_10271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was our day to snorkel. We sailed out to a great spot and dove right in. Stay tuned for pictures. Underwater cameras rock!&lt;br /&gt;When we returned, we checked out a nearby town. Authentic Puerto Rico. Saturday was our final night in Puerto Rico. More food, more dancing, tikki torches, beach...need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;The after party involved re-visiting a nearby club. Saturday night this place was hot! There was a local girl punk band playing that night. It was a good time. A very long night, that extended to the morning, but it was WELL worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Sheri and I discovered the hammocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_10461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_10461.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more details and pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112535340626809019?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112535340626809019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112535340626809019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112535340626809019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112535340626809019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-skies-smiling-at-me.html' title='Blue Skies Smiling at Me'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112475665127894933</id><published>2005-08-22T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:24:11.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On most days I can do a fairly good job at maintaining the "happy face" that most people see. Today, wasn't one of those days. Frustration took over, I found myself unable to smile. It was a great lesson in self control not to throw myself on the ground, kicking and screaming, two-year-old-style. Some people have called me a drama queen, and I don't deny this, I have my moments. And there might have been a time, in the not-so-distant past when I would have handled this in a manner much resembling a tantrum. Thank God times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday night a group of us from church headed to a Fort Worth Cats game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/Adam%20kissing%20Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/Adam%20kissing%20Ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Sheri and I paid a visit to the Movie Tavern. We watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dukes&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hazzard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was another movie night. We watched the new war movie &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Great Raid&lt;/span&gt;, which was a decent flick. I'm not a huge fan of war films, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had a small bachelorette party for a co-worker. We headed downtown to Pete's Piano Bar. I really enjoyed Pete's the first two times I've been. But it is starting to lose its thrill. I need a break. NO MORE PETE'S. Give me two months and I see if anyone out there would care to join me for group karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/comedy%20club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/comedy%20club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an overly exciting weekend, but that is fine by me. I can do low key.&lt;br /&gt;At least until Puerto Rico, just a few more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112475665127894933?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112475665127894933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112475665127894933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112475665127894933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112475665127894933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-most-days-i-can-do-fairly-good-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112440833960509624</id><published>2005-08-18T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:03:59.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Place In My Heart</title><content type='html'>Four years ago, on Thanksgiving day, my dad suffered a heart attack. Heart disease runs in my family and at the young age of 49, my dad suffered a heart attack that could have killed him. I can remember driving behind the ambulance, crying, and praying that my dad would be okay. My prayers were answered. My dad has fully recovered, but it has left a lasting impression on the rest of my family. So, when I tell you that my latest project holds a special place in my heart, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;(I step on my soap box) Heart disease and stroke are the number &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 and 3 killers&lt;/span&gt; in the nation. This does not only affect the obviously unhealthy, overweight individuals. Heart disease is the number 1 killer of kids under the age of 15 (wow). So, I bet you are wondering how we can save lives if this is something that is hereditary. Well, there isn't much we can do to prevent this, but we can definitely so something to help.&lt;br /&gt;When someone has a heart attack, there is a window of about &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; If they recieve CPR their chances of survival are drastically improved. On &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I will be participating in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a idea that hopes to raise money to teach CPR classes to high school seniors and business and to put life saving devices (defibrillators, the machine that shocks people) in business and on ambulances in rural communities. How confident are you that an ambulance will get to your loved one in 7 minutes? Knowledge is power. Equip people with the knowledge to save lives.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm starting to ramble. This is something that I could talk about for a while. To sum things up, I realize that most of you guys are students and don't have a lot of money, but I am asking for your support. You may not be able to contribute directly, but you might know someone who would be willing to give something (parents, coworkers, etc.). I know that everyone knows at least one person that has been affected personally by a heart attack. Please pass the word along. If you know of someone that you would rather me contact, I would be more than happy to talk with them.&lt;br /&gt;I have a donation site set up through the hospital and the minimum donation on the site is $25, but any amount can be given to me personally to submit.&lt;br /&gt;I know this was long, but I hope some of you found this of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;American Heart Association&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://heartwalk.kintera.org/faf/r.asp?t=4&amp;i=92788&amp;amp;amp;u=92788-91760208&amp;amp;e=356197781"&gt;Donation site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112440833960509624?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112440833960509624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112440833960509624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112440833960509624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112440833960509624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/special-place-in-my-heart.html' title='Special Place In My Heart'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112432224919149669</id><published>2005-08-17T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:54:29.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people grow up, some just grow</title><content type='html'>The topic for the day was going to be about my newest project, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart Walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I will postpone that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;By request, the topic is old boyfriends. Not really a subject anyone wants to talk about, in fact most people avoid. In fact, it really isn't a subject that I care to reflect on for too long.  Not to worry you won't have to listen to stories or any other male bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a relationships ends. The words, "let's keep in touch" or the dreaded "let's be friends" talk ends what you vested time and energy into. Let's be honest, you can't be friends or anything else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day, out of the blue, you hear from said "friend". It is strange that although you have closure (or so you thought) feelings seem to spring forth. Unwanted feelings of anger, confusion, and (dare I say it) jealousy. The trouble is, once these thoughts start so do all the memories, which can be the worst possible thing. During this reflection it is funny how you can only recall the good times. But let's not forget the reason that they represent your past, not present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone has their story to tell, each one to top the one before. These are learning experiences (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, growing up...it is a good thing. (#17 it is okay if you to wish birds to poop on his car everyday for the next year...) Some people grow up, some just grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for info on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart Walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;happening Sept. 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112432224919149669?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112432224919149669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112432224919149669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112432224919149669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112432224919149669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-people-grow-up-some-just-grow.html' title='Some people grow up, some just grow'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112425152581441141</id><published>2005-08-16T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:03:39.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid is, As stupid does.</title><content type='html'>I was emailing a friend tonight and thought I might share a bit of it with you. (the friend will have to endure these ramblings again).&lt;br /&gt;I 'm now 2 months into Texas living and I love it. I really think that I might stick around for a while and see all that Fort Worth has to offer. Work...I guess it is going well. It's strange, I've spent so long in college and preparing for my job/career and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I feel stupid&lt;/span&gt;. It is very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; at times. They can't teach you in class what years of expericence can. The worst feeling in the world is when someone or some situation makes you feel stupid or leaves you feeling useless. I'm not going to say that I don't like work, because &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;. It is a challenge. As many have witnessed or heard, the past 2 weeks have been less than fun at work. &lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt; busy. I'm hoping that once school starts that the craziness at the hospital will die down. Until then, I'll suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112425152581441141?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112425152581441141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112425152581441141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112425152581441141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112425152581441141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-is-as-stupid-does.html' title='Stupid is, As stupid does.'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112416557029506157</id><published>2005-08-15T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:12:50.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of swimsuit season</title><content type='html'>Tonight Sheri and I went shopping for swimwear for &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Puerto Rico &lt;/span&gt;(only a 9 more days).  We both felt the need to buy a new bathingsuit for our first scuba adventure. (I'm sure the fish won't even notice. ) Isn't vacation supposed to be about relaxation, it seems like we are doing alot of preparation, but I see it as excitement. &lt;br /&gt;We both got new  swim digs ...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;watch out boys&lt;/span&gt;. Then we did what any girl would do to celebrate the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;end of swimsuit season&lt;/span&gt;...went out for ice cream. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BEN AND JERRY'S&lt;/span&gt; ...yummy in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/sheri%20spoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/sheri%20spoon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with the spoon when you are done...lick it and and stick it to your nose of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/guess%20what%20flavor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/guess%20what%20flavor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what flavor? If you guessed &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brownie with a sliver of peanut butter cup&lt;/span&gt;, you are correct. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I'm talking about. Without a roomate, this would have been just another boring Monday night, after what could only be termed as a hellish Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Note** I am determined that this week will be better than last week, even though it has gotten off to a rough start.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112416557029506157?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112416557029506157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112416557029506157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112416557029506157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112416557029506157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-of-swimsuit-season.html' title='End of swimsuit season'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112407637553724578</id><published>2005-08-14T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:26:15.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it okay to lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/baseball%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/baseball%20girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about being honest (sometimes brutally), it truly is the best policy....most of the time. My theory is that you should NEVER ask a question that you don't want to know the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some situations where lying might be acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a creepy guy in short shorts and a safari hat asks you if the seat next to yours is taken...it is okay to fib. (This is also a situation where it would be okay to give a false name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your grandmother gives you an sweater with snowmen and jingle bells on it...go right ahead and say that you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sheri, "Does my butt look big in this?"..... Lie and make it convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mom calls you while out on a friday night and asks where you are....tell her the Library, she'll never know it is a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your BFF asks what direction Mr. Right was walking, it is okay to throw her off the track so that you can talk to him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Notice, these are all situations where no one really gets hurt. Honesty, still the best way to go. It is always better to know than not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112407637553724578?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112407637553724578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112407637553724578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112407637553724578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112407637553724578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-is-it-okay-to-lie.html' title='When is it okay to lie?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112372206194691071</id><published>2005-08-10T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:36:54.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the honesty</title><content type='html'>Someone told me that they don't really ready anything I write, they just look at the pictures. (thanks for being honest)&lt;br /&gt;I have hundreds of pictures so that shouldn't be a problem. I scrapbook and I like to take pictures. So if you see me out,get ready to &lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;, camera will be in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would start by posting some pics of my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_08801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_08801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Sarah (my long lost sister) and Sheri (my oldest friend). We went to a Rangers game with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_08712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/320/100_08712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Wes (shaved head), David, Liz, Rebecca. I work with Liz and she is engaged to Dave. When Rebecca was in town we met up and went out downtown.&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112372206194691071?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112372206194691071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112372206194691071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112372206194691071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112372206194691071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-for-honesty.html' title='Thanks for the honesty'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112363639922834125</id><published>2005-08-09T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:25:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just friends</title><content type='html'>I propose a question that dates back before &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can guys and girls be "just friends?"&lt;/span&gt; It is a simple enough question, and I'm not sure there is a straight forward answer.&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory (here she goes again with her theories). &lt;strong&gt;I think that they can&lt;/strong&gt; be just friends, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think it starts that way. One person will, inevitably, have feelings for the other. This is something that may not be mutual, but yet must be dealt with if this friendly relationship is to exist. Friendships with the opposite sex are different, whether you mean them to be or not. The hardest part is remaining friends when they start dating someone, something has got to change and usually the friendship suffers. Wait, I said that I thought they COULD be friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112363639922834125?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112363639922834125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112363639922834125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112363639922834125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112363639922834125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-friends.html' title='Just friends'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112347416077857187</id><published>2005-08-07T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:19:21.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you smell it?</title><content type='html'>It isn't here yet, but it is just around the corner. Fall will soon be here. Cooler weather brings one of my favorite times of the year -football season. I have my favorites (all of which are in the SEC, is there really any other conference worth mentioning?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSU&lt;/strong&gt;- gotta remain loyal to a former school, still in the rebuilding stages, but give 'em time&lt;br /&gt;Florida- my former favorite but check out my new team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUTH CAROLINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- new coach, good team, let's see what happens&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't know about my obsession, Steve &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Spurrier&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful coach and all around interesting person: Heisman winner, former offensive AND defensive coach for FL, qualified for the PGA tour but turned down to coach football. I won't say anymore, I'll let you read the bio on your own. By the way, if anyone to wants comment on the stint in Washington....please don't. Everyone makes mistakes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I like the city of San Juan.&lt;/span&gt; (cue the music) Just another thing I'm excited about.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Puerto Rico, here we come. In a matter of 16 days, Sheri and I will be boarding the plane bound for San Juan. Can they handle the likes of us, we will soon see. The Pape family has so generously invited me to participate on their "family" trip. Since Lynn and Dad can't go, I feel it is my duty to accept the invitation and go to Puerto Rico and have and much fun as possible then report my findings back to them.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri and I are pumped. Sheri has ordered travel books so that we are assured to hit the 'hot' spots. I'm sure that the spa and casino will have much to offer, but we must make use of every minute.&lt;br /&gt;Departure date is set for August 25 and I'm counting down the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/pr.jpg" 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/14913132-112347416077857187?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112347416077857187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112347416077857187' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112347416077857187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112347416077857187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-you-smell-it.html' title='Can you smell it?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112338552642488280</id><published>2005-08-06T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:40:00.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Living Alone?</title><content type='html'>As some know, I have kept a journal for many many years (since I was 6 years old). In fact, I still keep one. It isn't something I write in every day (my life just isn't that interesting). I just realized that in some form, this is also like keeping a journal (censored). Okay, enough of my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have had some quality "Deva time," my once favorite pasttime. I don't know if this makes me a loner, but I enjoy alone time (going to a movie, reading, cleaning). Sheri is home this weekend for a wedding, the apartment is quiet (maybe too quiet). This "deva time" isn't what it used to be and I don't like coming home to a dark empty apartment (and never have).&lt;br /&gt;I love my roommate! Let me take a few lines and tell you why I love roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roommates are the reason why Wal-Mart is open 24 hours, whenever you get the urge, there is always someone to tag along. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching television is way more fun when you can chat with someone during commercials or talk back to the tv. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is someone to ask for advice and opinions regarding clothes and decisions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roommates are the best person to vent frustration to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;With all that being said, I love my roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are curious about details of my weekend, there isn't much to tell. Friday night I had dinner with some friends and came home early. I was able to sleep late this morning and spend all day in my pajamas (i love that)! I have my Pharmacy Law test soon so I spent most of the day/night studying. I can't say that it was a fun weekend, but it allowed me to catch up on sleep and studying (and laundry).&lt;br /&gt;This week my schedule returns to normal (8-5). Maybe I'll even have something interesting to chat about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112338552642488280?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112338552642488280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112338552642488280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112338552642488280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112338552642488280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/joys-of-living-alone.html' title='Joys of Living Alone?'/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112312675686314267</id><published>2005-08-03T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:39:16.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/640/100_09421.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/320/100_09421.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112312675686314267?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112312675686314267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112312675686314267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312675686314267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312675686314267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/margaret.html' title=''/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112312650367740002</id><published>2005-08-03T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:06:30.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/1600/100_0614_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1444/1365/200/100_0614_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/640/100_08951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/320/100_08951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fam (luke, me, dad, mom, sadie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14913132-112312650367740002?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112312650367740002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112312650367740002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312650367740002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312650367740002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/fam-luke-me-dad-mom-sadie.html' title=''/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112312516801948617</id><published>2005-08-03T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:41:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/640/100_0870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/43/7167/320/100_0870.jpg" 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/14913132-112312516801948617?l=devasandroni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/feeds/112312516801948617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14913132&amp;postID=112312516801948617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312516801948617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14913132/posts/default/112312516801948617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devasandroni.blogspot.com/2005/08/rebecca.html' title=''/><author><name>Deva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18439831136229323212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/1933/640/devahead.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913132.post-112312394820841551</id><published>2005-08-03T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:31:49.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House guests</title><content type='html'>Over the past month Sheri and I have had many house guests. The first visit was from my friend &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and I met in pharmacy school and quickly became friends. In the words of Sheri, "She has smarts real good." She not only helped me with classes but also helped me keep my sainity, not to mention fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her short visit to Fort Worth, we hit the town. That was something that we did little (or none) of when in school. We headed to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Joe T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pete's Piano Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and let's not forget pool time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is really a cool gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next visit was from the Fam (minus one sister, Megan). We went to a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ranger's game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stockyards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unfortunately those were the only outings that I could participate in because of work. I miss my family, they are wonderful. (Megan, we will do something equally fun when you visit in October). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent visit (as I mentioned before) was from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the Tupelo girls. Margaret and I have been friends from back in the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mississippi State&lt;/span&gt; days. We spent many hours at the pool and the Chinese restaraunt. She is my road-trip pal, wedding date, and karaoke partner. She is the only person that loves to dance more than I do (she has the blisters to prove it). 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