<?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-7977866973724015426</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:43:33.683-07:00</updated><category term='cinnamon chip muffin top'/><category term='Port Warkwick'/><category term='Please Explain'/><category term='Sweet Tea Addiction'/><category term='What Not to Wear to the Movies'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='Mommyhood'/><category term='stream of consciousness'/><category term='Fin Steakhouse'/><category term='Munchies'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='Lady Gaga Kermit Suit'/><title type='text'>aiko's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts on marriage, motherhood, movies, music, munchies . . . and more. My husband and I have been married since 2002 and we have two amazing children. I love a great flick and I LIVE for good food! Seriously! I photograph everything I eat. I believe there is a vast difference between being a lover of music and a liker of songs; One is passion and the other . . . well . . . isn't. I am truly inspired by life and hope to inspire others with my life. Thanks for stopping by . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-2190205026409761858</id><published>2009-10-01T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:50:20.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>explanation necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SsV4aGYoYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FshlhAhe3i4/s1600-h/Lady+Gaga+after+2009+VMA+performance+red+lace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SsV4aGYoYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FshlhAhe3i4/s320/Lady+Gaga+after+2009+VMA+performance+red+lace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387844919004520866" 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/7977866973724015426-2190205026409761858?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2190205026409761858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=2190205026409761858' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/2190205026409761858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/2190205026409761858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/explanation-necessary.html' title='explanation necessary'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SsV4aGYoYaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FshlhAhe3i4/s72-c/Lady+Gaga+after+2009+VMA+performance+red+lace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-448621456613365178</id><published>2009-09-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:17:33.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DWTS Season 9 - Episode ONE [Guys]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SrhPUO_N-RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEfaIG7ulz4/s1600-h/first+episode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SrhPUO_N-RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEfaIG7ulz4/s320/first+episode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384140563560659218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dancing with the Stars is back!! yay!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;New season and more stars than ever before. i am super excited about DWTS &amp;amp; SYTYCD being on at the same time. lots of bloggin with be taking place . . . so without further ado, here is my recap of the Guys performances, i would love to hear your take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aaron Carter &amp;amp; Karina Smirnoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(finished the night in 1st Place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aaron is adorable, now that's out of the way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i adore Karina and i always want her to make it to the final three (or at least stay on the show as long as possible). Last year she got gypped with her partner, so i am glad to see that she got a decent partner this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (22)- not bad. Aaron is super athletic and he has some skill. good first dance. i was shocked that Lin gave them an "8".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Chuck Liddell &amp;amp; Anna Trebunskaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aww, he's so cute when he smiles. wait, are those stitches on the side of his head? ok no it's actually a tattoo on purpose on the side of his mohawk. it's a good thing he can mutilate people, i think that will reduce the amount of teasing he will receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (16) - um. it was awful. it was really bad, i mean he seems sincere and i love Anna's red hair, but c'mon, it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Dacascos &amp;amp; Lacey Schwimmer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i thought it was so funny when i heard that Mark was going to be on DWTS i thought it was hilarious BUT i think he might really have the potential to win. i knew Lin was going to dislike the martial arts influence, but it was great. shut up Bruno &amp;amp; Lin, it was the poor guy's FIRST DANCE!! GEEZ! i am also a huge fan of Lacey's, so i hope they stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (21) - decent first score. i think he was as good as Aaron . . . if not better. i wonder if they get to pick their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ashley Hamilton &amp;amp; Edyta Sliwinska&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i really don't know much about Ashley Hamilton except that his dad looks like a tanning accident. now Edyta, can i possibly love all of the dancers? Edyta might be my favorite female dancer. Whenever she dances i rarely ever see her partner, not since Jason Taylor has she had a really great partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (15) - wow Bruno! a "4"! it was pretty bad though. that sucks because i really wanted Edyta to stick around. it looked like Ashley gave up halfway through the dance. i wouldn't be surprised if they were one of the two couples to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Donny Osmond &amp;amp; Kym Johnson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i love Kym! her accept is so cute and she's extremely pleasant. i love how her hair extensions appear and then disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (20) - wow Donny. he's quite the showman. and he has great timing and rhythm, i guess that little show of his paid off =)  i think he just became one of my faaavooooriiiites! oh Lin. he's a killjoy tonight. "no kung fu and down with the razzmatazz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Louie Vito &amp;amp; Chelsie Hightower&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;isn't he cute. that's about all he seems to have going for him though. he's a cutie and smile is magnetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (19) - oh boy. he's painful to watch on the dance floor. clearly his publicist told him this would be good exposure, i guess bad exposure is better than no exposure at all. at least he's charming and he &amp;amp; Chelsie have good chemistry. the judges liked it, buuuut i thought he was stiff and did a lot of stumbling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Michael Irvin &amp;amp; Anna Demidova&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok she's the newbie. Michael is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; (13) - a lot of unnecessary tongue. he looks huge in his costume on the floor. i blame Anna, i think she's gonna struggle. i agree with the judges and i was thinking it throughout the dance, i always feel bad for stars who get new choreographers|dancers because they don't know the judges and they don't have experience teaching newbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tom DeLay &amp;amp; Cheryl Burke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;first Cheryl - i love you Cheryl! Cheryl will always be my first favorite and she looks amazing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok. oh boy. i do not appreciate the close ups on Tom's buttcheeks. i don't know that i've ever seen Cheryl look so uncomfortable with a partner, but she looks as uncomfortable as i feel watching her dance with Tom DeLay. i would love to know who thought that having Tom DeLay be a contestant on DWTS was a good idea!! What in the Ham Sandwich!! ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cha Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; ( ) - gross. yuck. puke in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**New** Relay Dance - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Someone please explain why they were dancing to "Get Busy"????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ashley Hamilton &amp;amp; Edyta Sliwinska&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; - same as before. not looking good for Edyta 8-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Chuck Liddell &amp;amp; Anna Trebunskaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;better than the first dance. i like Chuck. i don't want to see him go home this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Donny Osmond &amp;amp; Kym Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; alright now! good stuff! well deserved win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Louie Vito &amp;amp; Chelsie Hightower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; yay! he's so little, he did a good job though. good job Chelsie with the choreo too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**New** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Relay Dance - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Viennese Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aaron Carter &amp;amp; Karina Smirnoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; boy you better watlz. just don't do that thing with your lips. he's super poised, but a little too tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark Dacascos &amp;amp; Lacey Schwimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; i think the judges shook him up b/c he didn't look totally confident. but he did a great job. he had great extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tom DeLay &amp;amp; Cheryl Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; again, uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Michael Irvin &amp;amp; Anna Demidova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; aww, he stepped it up. much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&amp;amp;&amp;amp;suggest&amp;amp;note_id=149732304120"&gt;Facebook Note&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/janseenaiko"&gt;Follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&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/7977866973724015426-448621456613365178?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/448621456613365178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=448621456613365178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/448621456613365178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/448621456613365178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/09/dwts-season-9-episode-one-guys.html' title='DWTS Season 9 - Episode ONE [Guys]'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SrhPUO_N-RI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JEfaIG7ulz4/s72-c/first+episode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-7069453167774642191</id><published>2009-09-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:57:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fter working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; aaalll night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on Thursday so I could take off Friday . . . our Labor Day Weekend finally began on Friday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kids had been counting down the days until we could go to King Dominion in Doswell. Devyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was very concerned that it was going to rain on Friday, so I taught him how to use my &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/mobile/pda/iphone/"&gt;weather channel app on my&lt;/a&gt; iPhone to check the weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXgInD3DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ivd5QJJd2HU/s1600-h/kids+at+kings+dominion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXgInD3DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ivd5QJJd2HU/s320/kids+at+kings+dominion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378951768492674402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We arrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at Kings Dominion at 12 noon and hit the rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Devyn still isn't tall enough to ride all of the major rollercoasters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like the Dominator, Volcano or Drop Zone, and he was disappointed, but he still had a blast. Ari was pretty bummed that she couldn't do everything her big brother could do, but we did ride the Scrambler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one wanted to eat it seemed except for me! Kings Dominion has a few must eat items, the Cinnabon, the Corn Dog, the Funnel Cake, the Dippin Dots Ice Cream and the Frozen Lemonade! I only got to partake of the Funnel Cake and Corn Dog on this visit, but you should do all five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would suggest a stop at Starbucks either wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en you first get there or as you're exiting the Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; AND for a family of four, buy the souvenir cup with the unlimited refill wristband for $15. With drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;costing almost $4 a pop, you are able to drink all day for $15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After we left the park we stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.noodles.com/"&gt;Noodles and Company!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was our first time. My husband always takes the longest to decide what to eat, so I was most worried about him, but we all made our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;selections . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXi-QGz2eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BCQ_NmuGXvk/s1600-h/Ari+with+Mac+n+Cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXi-QGz2eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BCQ_NmuGXvk/s320/Ari+with+Mac+n+Cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378954889067223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had the Macaroni and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. . . of course =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with a side of Organic Chocolate Milk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She was well pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXv3PNacAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ku51oKAq4Zc/s1600-h/Devyn+with+Pad+Thai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXv3PNacAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ku51oKAq4Zc/s320/Devyn+with+Pad+Thai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378969062218559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; selected the Pad Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. . . against my advisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told him to get the Macaroni and Cheese too, instead of trying something new. But he didn't listen to me. His Pad Thai was delicious, but his little 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;year old taste buds weren't feeling it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He did however love his bottled Root Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His favorite drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXk50E9z4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MQqjH-M764I/s1600-h/Lees+Stroganoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXk50E9z4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/MQqjH-M764I/s320/Lees+Stroganoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378957011847073666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had the Stroganoff with  grilled chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned the plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXlYmIgvJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TWgIcqoufdQ/s1600-h/caesar+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXlYmIgvJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TWgIcqoufdQ/s320/caesar+salad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378957540679793810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started with the Caesar Salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was quite delicious and hand an ample amount of Caesar Salad Dressing. I usually have to ask for more dressing when I have the caesar salad at restaurants, but not this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DELISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXlh7hAfWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Orf2pg1ydHk/s1600-h/noodles+%26+co+mac+n+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXlh7hAfWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Orf2pg1ydHk/s320/noodles+%26+co+mac+n+cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378957701038505314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I had the Wisconsin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese too with the Parmensan encrusted chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they had one of my favorite drinks, Sparkling Grapefruit Izze!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXn5xAGywI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1SPRv0MxWRE/s1600-h/devyn+bowing+to+shihandai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXn5xAGywI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1SPRv0MxWRE/s320/devyn+bowing+to+shihandai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378960309556267778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday was a big day for Devyn. He had his green belt testing Saturday morning. Daddy &amp;amp; Devyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;left early so Devyn could get to the dojo by 7:30 a.m. Ari and I got there around 8:00 a.m. and we were told that advanced testing can take FOUR HOURS!! No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXoScUFOXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CT14901qtwo/s1600-h/green+belt+devyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXoScUFOXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CT14901qtwo/s320/green+belt+devyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378960733499636082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after 4 1/2 hours of testing, Devyn received his Green Belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are all so proud of him. He is super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;committed to karate and works really hard. I think karate has truly taught him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; discipline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and dedication.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his testing we rushed home and then hit the road for Dinwiddie County to see Lee's mom &amp;amp; her husband in Ford. We finally arrived at my mother-in-laws by almost 3:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.m. and we hung out with Annie, Brad, Amanda (Lee's sister) and the dogs for a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kids got to meet Katie, Annie &amp;amp; Brad's newest dog. Cinnamon ran away one night, she was Brad's baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;girl and I could tell that he missed her, but he's been able to transfer some of that love to Katie. Amanda brought Baxter, so the dogs ruled the house!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favorite part of the visit was the Brownie Sundae! Amanda made Brownies and no one ever bakes for me (and even though she didn't bake for "me"specifically), it was quite a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXpQ4KYnTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dpzwonmWW1Y/s1600-h/Ari+with+lotion+on+her+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXpQ4KYnTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dpzwonmWW1Y/s320/Ari+with+lotion+on+her+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378961806127045938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we got home Saturday Ari had another "shower lesson" . . . she is in the process of learning how to give herself a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afterward I left her to moisturize with Cocoa Butter . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mommy, did I get it all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess she still needs to be supervised when it comes to creams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started the morning with a Venti Sweetened Black Iced Tea from Starbucks. If you haven't tried their sweet tea, you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Saladbar: i am starting another blog entitled "Sweet Tea Spots" check it out!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then i went on to church. Great service as always, then off to my fish treatment with Jasmine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXqS5W3YkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKFLwnphYnM/s1600-h/fish+treatment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXqS5W3YkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKFLwnphYnM/s320/fish+treatment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378962940319195714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was sooo excited, because the first time i went to have my feet done, it was quite an experience. (to the left is the photo from my first Turkish Fish Treatment Experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time I was a little disappointed. The Turkish Fish were really small and they did not touch my feet at all. To make up for it, they gave me a pedicure instead and I ended up paying less than I had planned to pay.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'll give them another shot in a few weeks. I schedule my "Chocolate Pedicure" for later on this month. I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home to bake cookies, Chocolate Chip. Then I started watching "The Secret Life of the American Teenager." I am totally hooked now and I watched SIX episodes back to back of the first season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep Sunday night not to awaken until 3p on Monday afternoon!! Can you believe it?!?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The calm before the storm I feel, because school is upon us and now it's time for homework and projects and soccer and karate and dance all at the same the time. And now my husband is going back to school in a week. I feel like I deserved my all day rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXpWnhd1WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IJoXApoHFhQ/s1600-h/Ari+sippin+choco+milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXpWnhd1WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IJoXApoHFhQ/s320/Ari+sippin+choco+milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378961904739669346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then this evening we went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love going out to eat with my family and it's one of the greatest treats to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone enjoyed their Labor Day Weekend as much as we did! Happy Back to School All!&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/7977866973724015426-7069453167774642191?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7069453167774642191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=7069453167774642191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/7069453167774642191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/7069453167774642191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-2009.html' title='Labor Day Weekend 2009'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SqXgInD3DWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ivd5QJJd2HU/s72-c/kids+at+kings+dominion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-5080476332943106144</id><published>2009-08-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:02:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my children and God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SolUGxpMofI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5uEk1sKtBTU/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SolUGxpMofI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5uEk1sKtBTU/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370916505998107122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i've come to realize something. there is one thing that my children and God have in common. no matter what i look like, or how bad my breath smells, or what i may have done and how silly i act, or if i make a mistake, or if don't have the prettiest smile, or the skinniest frame, or if i'm the best singer, or if i wear the cutest outfits with the hottest new shoes, or if i washed the dishes and cleaned the bathroom, or if i cooked a 6 course meal the night before, or if i met every deadline dished out to me, or if i remembered to do everything that everyone asked me to, or if i returned every phone call or text message or email that i received in a day, or if i attended every event that i was invited to, or if i have a pimple or perfect skin, or if i went to kick boxing class or not, or if i wear make-up or not, or if i have a really bad case of gas, or if i "don't feel like it," or if i'm happy or if i'm sad . . . one thing i've come to realize is that none of these things affect how much my children and my God love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They just do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-5080476332943106144?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5080476332943106144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=5080476332943106144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5080476332943106144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5080476332943106144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-children-and-god.html' title='my children and God'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SolUGxpMofI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5uEk1sKtBTU/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-3800474224510693450</id><published>2009-08-14T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:56:38.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon chip muffin top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>breakfast yumminess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went to Panera this morning to get my favorite blueberry muffin and can you believe they told me it would be a 25-30 minute wait?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i went where i knew there would be no wait! FARM FRESH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not only did get a blueberry muffin but i also took a chance on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cinnamon Chip Muffin Top"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVsdOqiccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zC-qiYYJQkQ/s1600-h/Cinnamon+Chip+Muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVsdOqiccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zC-qiYYJQkQ/s320/Cinnamon+Chip+Muffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369817380117705154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i put it in the microwave for 10 seconds and it was heavenly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carla &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;applauded&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MyG (my little Twinkie) said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YUM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go get one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-3800474224510693450?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3800474224510693450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=3800474224510693450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3800474224510693450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3800474224510693450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/breakfast-yumminess.html' title='breakfast yumminess'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVsdOqiccI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zC-qiYYJQkQ/s72-c/Cinnamon+Chip+Muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-5244000724594261614</id><published>2009-08-14T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:39:52.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Tea Addiction'/><title type='text'>the Perfect TEA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have found the PERFECT TEA!! no jokes! real talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been on the quest for the perfect tea that i can make at home for about . . . my ENTIRE LIFE!! anyone who knows me knows that i am a true tea drinker. don't get me wrong, i love coffee, but there is absolutely NOTHING like a great glass of iced tea, perfectly sweetened. Not too sweet, not too dull and none of that fake artificial sweetener crap! that's for babies! give me real sugar in the raw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, enough with the exclamation points, down to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i really like Chick-Fil-A sweet tea. but there are only really two CFAs in my area that do it right, the one on Coliseum Drive in Hampton and the one on Jefferson Avenue in Newport News. Last summer Starbucks introduced a "Shaken Iced Tea" to their menu board. I was a little skeptical at first, but i manned up and tried it. i immediately fell in love. it's so yummy, perfectly sweetened, perfectly chilled . . . i downed that puppy in like 10 seconds flat. BUT - it was seasonal, so they removed it from their menu at the end of the summer and in it's stead was an Iced Black Tea option. Not the same. I couldn't figure out how they did it, but the Iced Black Tea seemed to be post-sweetened instead of pre-sweetened like the "Shaken Iced Tea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i bought a box of the Black Tea, because the barista at my local Starbucks told me that what i purchased was what they were using to make the "Shaken Iced Tea" . . . and i believed her . . . **pausing for effect** well SHE LIED! it was not the same. Black tea has such a rich flavor and it was too strong, it felt like i was sucking on tea leaves! GRACIOUS! so i gave up and just went back to dropping $1.73 at CFA whenever i needed a fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then my friends, they brought it back! Earlier this spring the "Shaken Iced Tea" returned!! GLORIOUS DAY! and along with came this beauty . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVZzSB6S-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xJQabWQmyTI/s1600-h/Black+Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVZzSB6S-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xJQabWQmyTI/s320/Black+Tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369796868257237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right TAZO released an ICED Black Tea brew! this has been out for a little while, but i wanted to share with everyone what i use to fulfill my desires for sweet tea. it's a lot less expensive than the $2 i drop everytime i need to . ..  fulfill my desire . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Video Blog soon to come of how i make my tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Tea Drinking ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-5244000724594261614?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5244000724594261614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=5244000724594261614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5244000724594261614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5244000724594261614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect-tea.html' title='the Perfect TEA!!'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoVZzSB6S-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/xJQabWQmyTI/s72-c/Black+Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-8502820258352097486</id><published>2009-08-13T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:40:33.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Not to Wear to the Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>What NOT to wear to the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoSNv3JTa_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GMuO_nYsr7Q/s1600-h/What+not+to+wear+to+the+movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoSNv3JTa_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GMuO_nYsr7Q/s320/What+not+to+wear+to+the+movies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369572509128813554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Club AMC is in the HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's Tuesday Night, you can't possibly be hittin' up the club after this . . . you ARE however, going to be sitting in the dark for 2 hours, who is going to see your outfit Miss Lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*smh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(PS-those shoes are fierce though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[have you seen a ridiculous ensemble at the theater lately? if you do, take a picture and email it to me at janseenaiko@gmail.com . . . you might see it on my blog. silly movie outfits must be stopped! only you can prevent cinema wardrobe malfunctions!]&lt;/span&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/7977866973724015426-8502820258352097486?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8502820258352097486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=8502820258352097486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8502820258352097486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8502820258352097486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-not-to-wear-to-movies.html' title='What NOT to wear to the Movies'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoSNv3JTa_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GMuO_nYsr7Q/s72-c/What+not+to+wear+to+the+movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-6508058046948642962</id><published>2009-08-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:41:19.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Warkwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fin Steakhouse'/><title type='text'>Daddy turned 50 . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my daddy turned 50 on Tuesday, August 4th and it amazes me how much like 50 he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/span&gt; look! I have to be honest that I have no worldly clue what FIFTY actually LOOKS like, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ut I do recall being in elementary school and thinking that 50 was the age that old, wrinkly people turned right before they died. And now look at me, I'm celebrating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dad's 50th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and he's so far from death it is amusing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fin"&lt;/span&gt; in Port Warwick for lunch. Now, I have to admit this was a rebellious selection on my part. I have heard so m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRcOOAG5FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JINcoLYDbNg/s1600-h/Fin%27s+Calamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRcOOAG5FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JINcoLYDbNg/s320/Fin%27s+Calamari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369518055078945874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;any bad things about "Fin" . . . seriously I have not heard one person say they like the restau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rant, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have visited the website [&lt;a href="http://www.finseafood.com"&gt;finseafood.com&lt;/a&gt;] and I know that they are owned by the same comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that owns &lt;a href="http://www.schlesingerssteaks.com/"&gt;Schlesingers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.opus9steakhouse.com/"&gt;Opus 9 Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt; (bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h fabulous eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;establishments). I wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;try it, so I suggested it and my family tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sts my choice in restaurants, so Fin is where we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;found ourselves on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ordered the She Crab Soup and Yajima (my sister) ordered the Calamari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRcNuKICMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PlioO6Qcwio/s1600-h/Fin%27s+She+Crab+Soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRcNuKICMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PlioO6Qcwio/s320/Fin%27s+She+Crab+Soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369518046531029186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRbGI_eoaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/49mmndJAb2s/s1600-h/Fin%27s+She+Crab+Soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both were super! Their She Crab Soup, by FAR, is some the best She Crab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;VERY, VERY long time. There was a generous amount of lump crab meat and it was not very bony. I would go back just to have a bowl of that soup. The calamari was also very fresh. My little Ari even treated herself to some of her Auntie Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ige's Calamari, and she's a food snob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRc5DklfLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UuoiUrRYfFE/s1600-h/Fin%27s+Chicken+w+Crabmeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRc5DklfLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UuoiUrRYfFE/s320/Fin%27s+Chicken+w+Crabmeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369518791013530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;en came the entreé's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Now my mom had scallops and she raved about them and made a happy plate. My dad an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d G-pa had steak, they said it was good, but they didn't do backflips. My grandma had the world's largest salad. No lie, the hugest salad I've ever seen. Devyn (my son) had a Cheesesteak Sandwich that he left almost fully intact on his plate, but he demolished the french fries. And . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my hubby and I had the Chicken Topped with Crabmeat with a side of Sour Cream &amp;amp; Chive Potatoes. I had a side of steamed broccoli and Lee had the side of steamed vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The finishing touch was a free slice of some sort of chocolate decadence. My daddy doesn't eat cake (yes I know, it's crazy, but that's a whole other blog entry) so we passed his birthday cake (free I might add) around the table until it finally made most of it's way into Devyn's tummy (remember he was pretty hungry).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So all in all, I was pleased. Maybe it was because my expectations were low, maybe it was because the restaurant really isn't as bad as everyone makes it out. I would return to Fin, for the She Crab Soup, Calamari and they have an amazing glass of brewed Sweetened Iced Tea. These days it is a rarity to find a restaurant that offers pre-sweetened Iced Tea, so that in and of itself was a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So here are the Magic Three Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would I go again?&lt;/span&gt; - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would I take a good friend their for his or her birthday?&lt;/span&gt; - I don't know, it really depends on the friend, but it doesn't quite rank up there with "special restaurants I must take all my friends to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my final rating?&lt;/span&gt; - My final rating is 3.5 Forks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-6508058046948642962?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6508058046948642962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=6508058046948642962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6508058046948642962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6508058046948642962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-turned-50.html' title='Daddy turned 50 . . .'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SoRcOOAG5FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JINcoLYDbNg/s72-c/Fin%27s+Calamari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-2330439012846509191</id><published>2009-07-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:42:02.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Explain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga Kermit Suit'/><title type='text'>please explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/Sm5ft8bJjlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zeKuHg2QB98/s1600-h/lady-gaga-kermit-suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/Sm5ft8bJjlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zeKuHg2QB98/s320/lady-gaga-kermit-suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363329449163591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-2330439012846509191?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2330439012846509191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=2330439012846509191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/2330439012846509191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/2330439012846509191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-explain.html' title='please explain'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/Sm5ft8bJjlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zeKuHg2QB98/s72-c/lady-gaga-kermit-suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-4459675262769367129</id><published>2009-04-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:42:26.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munchies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bunnies</title><content type='html'>so i arrived home around 845p after a delicious meal at CPK with Terra and we made a pit stop at MELT, you MUST go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meltgelato.com/images/header/new-header-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 119px;" src="http://www.meltgelato.com/images/header/new-header-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hold on while i put on my iPod and warm up my last two slices of shrimp scampi pizza**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIXOn06Pz70/SFbcBmdZZxI/AAAAAAAADjs/u3JgAI1tXDI/s800/Shrimp+Scampi+Pizza+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIXOn06Pz70/SFbcBmdZZxI/AAAAAAAADjs/u3JgAI1tXDI/s800/Shrimp+Scampi+Pizza+500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;ok, ready. so i get home to my poor, dejected husband sitting on the couch on the laptop. he looks so sad and i ask him what's wrong, so he tells me about the rough evening he's had with the kiddies and he proceeds to tell me this story about Ari and the chocolate bunny. Well this morning i talk to Ari and Devyn and after putting all three stories together this is what i've concluded . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was upstairs taking a shower and Devyn yells upstairs . . . "Dad can i have some candy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy yells downstairs something unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devyn decides that means "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;he proceeds to eat a blue ring pop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy finishes his shower and he calls Devyn upstairs to brush his teeth and "blue-mouthed Devyn" shows up ready to go. So Daddy is like, what in the world? and Devyn says, "you told me i could have some candy." and Daddy says, "no i didn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy calls Ari upstairs to brush her teeth and she shows up covered in a chocolate bunny! WHAT IN THE WORLD? she has eaten the ENTIRE CHOCOLATE BUNNY . . . all by herself. my Ari, who only eats: Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese, French Fries, Roast Beef Sandwiches from Arby's, Chicken Nuggets from Wendys &amp;amp; Pizza . . . HAS DEVOURED AN ENTIRE CHOCOLATE BUNNY. so now frustrated daddy puts all the kids down for the night early because they're trippin. he proceeds to sit on the couch and finds his hand is in chocolate . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around this time i walk in the door to his disgusted face. BUT I BROUGHT HIM ICE CREAM FROM MELT . . . YOU HAVE TO GO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltgelato.com/"&gt;MELT GELATO WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i question Ari on her behavior and she of course breaks down into tears and when i ask her why she ate the Chocolate Bunny, she says she didn't know. obviously she was totally helpless, the chocolate bunny must have been calling her name and then i remembered something . . . ever since the Easter Basket came home on Saturday Ari has been talking the Chocolate Bunny . . . and caressing it . . . she would stand the box up and lay on her back and stare at it while kicking her feet in the air . . . all the while smiling . . . and now i realize she was planning her attack . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-4459675262769367129?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4459675262769367129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=4459675262769367129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/4459675262769367129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/4459675262769367129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-bunnies.html' title='Chocolate Bunnies'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIXOn06Pz70/SFbcBmdZZxI/AAAAAAAADjs/u3JgAI1tXDI/s72-c/Shrimp+Scampi+Pizza+500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-6418942124686606157</id><published>2009-02-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:46:36.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream of consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>choose love, not war</title><content type='html'>bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go with bitterness on this one.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why we hurt those that we love . . . or at least claim to love. but it does seem that we always smile in the faces of those that are not truly close to us, but have done us wrong. however, when it comes to our closest friends or family, we have the easiest time doing them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am going to go with bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;and plain old insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that at some point in these short lives that we live that we would learn to hold those that we love near and dear. to treat them with the utmost respect. not to speak to them in anger, calm down first and speak with a clear mind. hold our tongue when we want to say things that sting. fight the desire to retaliate. in the end, what does it matter anyway. don't stay mad. say you're sorry. even if you didn't do anything. who cares who was right. you're both wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;aiko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-6418942124686606157?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6418942124686606157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=6418942124686606157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6418942124686606157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6418942124686606157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2009/02/choose-love-not-war.html' title='choose love, not war'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-5845724098180889928</id><published>2008-12-10T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:28:41.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner &amp; a movie</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning with every good intention. the goal:have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a night of baking cookies and studying for my bible study lesson i was already pretty groggy, but i pressed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could write about my exhausting day . . . but i'd rather write about my peaceful Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding what type of sushi roll to devour can sometimes prove to be tricky. I had already decided last week, when i originally made my date to meet up with a good friend for sushi and a movie that i was going to partake of a Sweet Heart Roll. YUM!! now the dilemma was deciding if i wanted gyoza or shumai and what roll would compliment my Sweet Roll on my bamboo platter. i ended up enjoying a Sweet Heart Roll, a Crunchy Roll and Shumai. i can taste it now . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to see "The Secret Life of Bees"&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic film. i laughed . . . i cried . . . i talked to the screen. Teen Dakota was amazing. Jennifer Hudson did an incredible job in her second film, if her Oscar wasn't proof enough that she is going to be around for a while, this movie definitely did. I was so proud of Alicia Keys and her diesel portrayal of June Boatwright. I want to know how they made her bald though. It really looked like they cut her hair. Finally Queen. Oh Queen. She was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i give the Secret Life of Bees a FIVE out of 5 buckets-o-popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-5845724098180889928?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5845724098180889928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=5845724098180889928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5845724098180889928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5845724098180889928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday-woes.html' title='dinner &amp; a movie'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-8357390343003288063</id><published>2008-12-08T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:43:38.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan loves the kids!</title><content type='html'>ok, so i'm trying to meet my blog-a-day goal that i set for myself that i am starting to think was slightly unrealistic. but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thought for the day is . . . "cherish the time you have with your children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that seems simple and cliche, but as i was dropping my kiddies off at school this morning and we performed our morning ritual: Devyn kisses me on the cheek and throws his arm around my neck and says, "bye mom. have a good day." and i say i love you! have a good day devyn." then comes little Ari in her mousy little voice, "i love you mommy. have a good day. bye! i love you!" and she kisses me on my cheek, then she shoves her cheek into my mouth for a kiss. i suffocate a little. then they both hop out of the car and hit the sidewalk. one rolling a back pack, the other struggling with a back pack that is as big as she. Ari stops and turns around and waves at me then she blows me a kiss and blow her one back. and then all of a sudden everything just stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was as if the earth stopped spinning. the wind stopped blowing. and even for a second my heart stopped beating and i felt a sadness. i felt time leaving me. i caught a glimpse of my family watching Ari walk across the stage and receive her high school diploma and i was wondering where time had gone. where their lives had gone. how it all just flashed by me in an instance. and just a tear was about to cascade down my cheek . . . i snapped out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to jump out of the driver's seat, run and grab my babies and squeeze them and never let go so that they would stop growing. i managed to keep it together as they walked into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might be watching a stupid kiddie movie or awful disney program together tonight though. all of us on the couch . . . under one blanket. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-8357390343003288063?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8357390343003288063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=8357390343003288063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8357390343003288063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8357390343003288063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/12/jan-loves-kids.html' title='Jan loves the kids!'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-5874831212776642596</id><published>2008-12-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:00:33.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blogging Goal</title><content type='html'>well the purpose of this blog was to flex my writing muscles because i have been out of practice for almost 10 years now. that's so crazy to say. but honestly i have. i have whipped out an poem here and there, but nothing super serious. so if i am going to take this writing a book thing serious then i need to buckle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new blogging Goal is to blog everyday. i know you're thinking i am crazy because my current frequency is like once every two or three or four weeks! yikes! but i am going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is either to write first thing in the morning, or last thing before i go to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this may mean that i can't get on facebook or youtube first thing or that i may have to stop playing Diner Dash 10 minutes earlier, but i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; going to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-5874831212776642596?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5874831212776642596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=5874831212776642596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5874831212776642596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/5874831212776642596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blogging-goal.html' title='my blogging Goal'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-6146870051002596413</id><published>2008-11-21T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:53:28.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new toys!</title><content type='html'>it is a beautiful day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today my new toys arrived in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW PRINTERS!! I am so excited! words cannot express my excitement. It's been four years since my mom and i embarked on the journey that is CCC Graphics . . . and Printing and now four years later we have all new printers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited about what God has in store the shop next year. i feel increase baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;www.cccgraphicsandprinting.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-6146870051002596413?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6146870051002596413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=6146870051002596413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6146870051002596413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6146870051002596413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-toys.html' title='new toys!'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-3147668533935616304</id><published>2008-11-21T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:45:31.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Gym | 08NOV21</title><content type='html'>you know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another beautiful Open Gym Video Creation by jan &amp; BER!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch4SKrd2tAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch4SKrd2tAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww yeah. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-3147668533935616304?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3147668533935616304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=3147668533935616304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3147668533935616304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3147668533935616304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-gym-08nov21.html' title='Open Gym | 08NOV21'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-6851417458700812879</id><published>2008-11-05T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:00:22.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>So as suspected, the McCain|Palin campaign will continue to unravel before our very eyes now that the United States of America has elected Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about summarizing the NEWSWEEK article, then I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEWSWEEK has also learned that Palin's shopping spree at high-end department stores was more extensive than previously reported. While publicly supporting Palin, McCain's top advisers privately fumed at what they regarded as her outrageous profligacy. One senior aide said that Nicolle Wallace had told Palin to buy three suits for the convention and hire a stylist. But instead, the vice presidential nominee began buying for herself and her family—clothes and accessories from top stores such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus. According to two knowledgeable sources, a vast majority of the clothes were bought by a wealthy donor, who was shocked when he got the bill. Palin also used low-level staffers to buy some of the clothes on their credit cards. The McCain campaign found out last week when the aides sought reimbursement. One aide estimated that she spent "tens of thousands" more than the reported $150,000, and that $20,000 to $40,000 went to buy clothes for her husband. Some articles of clothing have apparently been lost. An angry aide characterized the shopping spree as "Wasilla hillbillies looting Neiman Marcus from coast to coast," and said the truth will eventually come out when the Republican Party audits its books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Palin aide said: "Governor Palin was not directing staffers to put anything on their personal credit cards, and anything that staffers put on their credit cards has been reimbursed, like an expense. Nasty and false accusations following a defeat say more about the person who made them than they do about Governor Palin."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;McCain himself rarely spoke to Palin during the campaign, and aides kept him in the dark about the details of her spending on clothes because they were sure he would be offended. Palin asked to speak along with McCain at his Arizona concession speech Tuesday night, but campaign strategist Steve Schmidt vetoed the request.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonishing. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't resist posting this recording. SIX MINUTES!! She talked for SIX MINUTES! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbEwKcs-7Hc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbEwKcs-7Hc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think . . . she could have been our Vice President. You can't tell me that every vote doesn't count. SCARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-6851417458700812879?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6851417458700812879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=6851417458700812879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6851417458700812879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6851417458700812879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-3039366040075580681</id><published>2008-11-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:17:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SRCTE4bLjjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2nIN4H6fOKw/s1600-h/I+voted!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SRCTE4bLjjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2nIN4H6fOKw/s200/I+voted!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264869676471258674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly hopped out of my Pilot and briskly walked through the parking lot of the Catholic church across the street from the elementary school that is my polling location. I could feel a giddy smile cropping up on my face. I tried to suppress it so that I didn't look like a foolish, little voting virgin skipping to the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I placed my feet on the sidewalk, now less than 50 paces from the front doors, my joyous bubble exploded with the words &lt;blockquote&gt;"WE CAN'T LET THESE BLACK PEOPLE TAKE OVER OUR COUNTRY! IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL THE FAT LADY SINGS!"&lt;/blockquote&gt; I was no less than stunned. Immediately this alternate universe that I had created where everyone was voting for a candidate based on their credentials. Where people were voting for the party they believed was better qualified to do the job and not because of the color of their skin or maybe even their gender. Where REAL CHANGE was possible . . . all of this crumbled right there with those words of hate. I felt my body stop moving, and then I remembered that I live in an area that is predominantly Republican and sometimes VERY "old school." Her eyes met mine and for a second I could see the humanity in her . . . somewhere buried deep behind her glare. I chose to "just keep swimming . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fixed on several McCain|Palin signs and I was hoping to see at least one Obama sign in the sea of McCain. As I reached the front door . . . finally. Obama|Biden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the door I was a little perplexed, I wasn't sure which way to go. I saw two people in suits holding information, I started walking toward them and we made eye contact. Before I could open my mouth to say anything, they glanced away and continued their conversation without a greeting of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am. Did you need some help?"&lt;br /&gt;My eyes met the kind eyes of a woman standing a little further up.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, which door do we use?"&lt;br /&gt;"This one, right here. Here, have a sample ballot."&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated. The paper was blue. **phew** "Thank you so much."&lt;br /&gt;"God bless."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, you too!" My giddiness was restored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the hall, I felt my smile coming back. I looked at the drawings of families and pumpkins, I peered in the empty classrooms and gazed at the squares on the floor. As I tried to walk with my feet in each square and not step on the lines (that must be where Ari gets it) I realized that tears were welling up in my eyes. I looked at my brown skin and I thought of all of the people who had put themselves in harms way. People who had given their life, just so I could have this experience. Just so I could fill in bubbles on a ballot. One tear. Two tears. The floodgates were about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, what line is this?!"&lt;br /&gt;Why is she yelling? Can't she see I'm having a moment!?! GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure ma'am. I think there's just one line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw my face and my blue sample ballot and she stuffed her pink sample ballot into her purse and then turned to her friend and they started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that I would be standing in line for hours on end . . . but in less than 30 minutes I was sliding my ballot into the magical tallying device!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;I ROCKED THE VOTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-3039366040075580681?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3039366040075580681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=3039366040075580681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3039366040075580681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3039366040075580681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-aint-over-til-fat-lady-sings.html' title='it ain&apos;t over &apos;til the fat lady sings'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SRCTE4bLjjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2nIN4H6fOKw/s72-c/I+voted!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-8045351647759295772</id><published>2008-10-30T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:42:16.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olbermann's take on "Joe the Plumber"</title><content type='html'>Oh Olbermann . . . you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lStRFfjYCB4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lStRFfjYCB4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-8045351647759295772?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8045351647759295772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=8045351647759295772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8045351647759295772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8045351647759295772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/olbermanns-take-on-joe-plumber.html' title='Olbermann&apos;s take on &quot;Joe the Plumber&quot;'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-3417973970014457527</id><published>2008-10-28T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:28:24.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who thought Hip Hop on Dancing with the Stars was a Good Idea?</title><content type='html'>OMG! I can't believe what my eyes have seen!! Too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the producers of Dancing with the Stars thought that a Hip Hop routine was a good idea!!! I am in complete shock right now. First of all, I am so irritated that Cloris Leachman was still on the show! She should have either been the first, second or third to leave the show! Definitely before Toni Braxton. I would have rather seen more of Kim Kardashian or Rocco!! i love Rocco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now . . . this God-forsaken hip hop routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this dance was actually not the dancing . . . it was the beat boxing that Cody did in the beginning. &lt;b&gt;I almost didn't even notice that Corky Ballas (who is freakin' 47) did a spin on his back!! I actually had to rewind my TiVo to catch it because I was distracted by Cloris Leachman sneering at the camera (i think that was supposed to be her hardcore hip hop snarl).&lt;/b&gt; I am so embarrassed for Maurice, because about 2 eight counts in to the group portion of the dance, he's off beat and can't seem to get it together after that. He's standing right in front and he's doing his own choreography! So sad. &lt;b&gt;Poor, poor Susan Lucci. I don't even know what she's doing. FOR OUT LOUD CRYING!! THE WOMAN IS OVER 60!! WTH!&lt;/b&gt; Lance's mouth is opened the WHOLE time! oh Lance. &lt;b&gt;and Warren, what are you doing with your wrists?! yikes!&lt;/b&gt; Cody did alright, he did a good job hiding in the background. He tossed Julianne pretty high in the air and he managed not to kick anybody in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately even the stars looked uncomfortable on this one. there were points where Julianne, Lacy, Cheryl and Kim kinda seemed like "fly girls" and few glimpses of soul in Derek and Tony, but all in all . . . not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN_Sx_yG8Nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN_Sx_yG8Nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel for poor SHOTYME. don't feel bad, it was a loaded challenge man, teaching Hip Hop Choreography to amateurs and then to have it displayed on national television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-3417973970014457527?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3417973970014457527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=3417973970014457527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3417973970014457527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3417973970014457527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-thought-hip-hop-on-dancing-with.html' title='Who thought Hip Hop on Dancing with the Stars was a Good Idea?'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-6267118856903217072</id><published>2008-10-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:28:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POP TART Commercials -- a little morbid!</title><content type='html'>so this morning i am doing Ari's hair. whenever i say Ari, get your hair stuff, for some reason to her that means, turn on the TV. So i'm taming her mane and she's watching Fairly OddParents . . . commercial comes on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THESE POP TART COMMERCIALS??&lt;br /&gt;i know you've seen them. the ones that say "CRAZY GOOD!"&lt;br /&gt;the one i saw this morning has the little poptarts going Christmas Caroling. They are going door to door and each time they get to a new house, one or two poptarts are missing because the homeowners are EATING THEM! so by the time the lone little poptart gets to the last house, he's trembling as he's singing because he knows he's next, BECAUSE ALL OF HIS OTHER FRIENDS HAVE BEEN EATEN!!! so the lady invites him into her house to get warm, and she winks at the viewers as if to say, "YES. I'M DECEIVING THIS POOR, LITTLE, TALKING POPTART INTO THINKING I WANT TO HELP WHEN REALLY I AM ABOUT TO EAT HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pure madness and it really bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the one i saw on TV this morning, but here are some of the sadistic commercials they keep showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lCjLOo_Zdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lCjLOo_Zdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5lLtd3F5y4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5lLtd3F5y4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hilx46fpxbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hilx46fpxbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B2Qikj1GTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5B2Qikj1GTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKYcuxArHX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKYcuxArHX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sn6d93evng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sn6d93evng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-6267118856903217072?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6267118856903217072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=6267118856903217072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6267118856903217072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/6267118856903217072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/pop-tart-commercials-little-morbid.html' title='POP TART Commercials -- a little morbid!'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-8418843754815723986</id><published>2008-10-27T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:04:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry</title><content type='html'>ok- i was talking to Lee the other day and he told me that i never say that "i'm sorry." so this got me to thinking . . . i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i say i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt; . . . and he was like "nope, you never do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i really not apologize?what do i have to apologize for? i mean i'm pretty nice to people, if i bump into someone i say "excuse me" or if i call someone by the wrong name, i always apologize. so what is he talking about??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so now i am extra, super self conscious that i don't say "i'm sorry" i don't want to be one of THOSE ppl who are too prideful and never apologize. sooo . . . i gathered some information to make me a better aplogizer. i have decided to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper apology should always include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;table id="table2" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;a &lt;b&gt;detailed account&lt;/b&gt; of the situation&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;acknowledgement&lt;/b&gt; of the hurt or damage done&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;taking &lt;b&gt;responsibility&lt;/b&gt; for the situation&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;recognition&lt;/b&gt; of your role in the event&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;a statement of &lt;b&gt;regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;asking for &lt;b&gt;forgiveness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;a&lt;b&gt; promise&lt;/b&gt; that it won't happen again&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td width="30" align="right"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.perfectapology.com/image-files/arrow-bullet.gif" alt="Apology Bullet" width="7" border="0" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;a form of &lt;b&gt;restitution &lt;/b&gt;whenever possible&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sure is a lot of stuff, but i am dedicated to apologizing and doing it correctly. i will even teach it to my offspring. i will no longer tell Devyn to say he's sorry to his sister when practices karate on her. His apologies will now sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari, I kicked you in the stomach. I know that it hurt you when I kicked you in the stomach. I take responsibility for kicking you in the stomach. I recognize that you were just innocently standing there when I chose all on my own to kick you in the stomach. I regret that mommy saw me kick you in the stomach. Please forgive me for kicking you in the stomach. I promise that mommy will never see me kick you in the stomach again. Would you like to kick me in the stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7977866973724015426-8418843754815723986?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/8418843754815723986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=8418843754815723986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8418843754815723986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/8418843754815723986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-7879404579076349461</id><published>2008-10-24T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:42:39.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace made me mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SQIXF58jQzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6Upup6K7Ruw/s1600-h/40+years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SQIXF58jQzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6Upup6K7Ruw/s400/40+years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260792704943735602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MYSPACE MADE ME MAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was sent this awesome picture a little while back and i tried to upload it to my myspace pictures . . . well, i actually did post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;then i got this message from myspace that said that i had uploaded an inappropriate picture and that myspace had deleted it. they sent me all this information about their terms and blah blah blah . . . so i guess i violated some rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here's my thing, if you have a myspace page or if you've spent more than 10 minutes perusing through myspace profiles, then you've come across at least one or 2 million perverted images of half naked females flaunting their rears and fronts for all to see. if you have a myspace page with no security settings then you've reasons several dozen requests from online prostitutes and porn pages . . . but then i upload this image and myspace deletes it within in minutes of my uploading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you look at it and you tell me if it was inappropriate?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase you can't red the caption:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"A Powerful and Prophetic thought rendered by Robert Kennedy 40 years ago: He gave a speech to the 'Voice of America' all around the world and despite what was going on in the country, particularly in Alabama, Bobby Kennedy said this is 1968: 'Things are moving so fast in race relations a Negro could be president in 40 years. There's no question about it, in the next 40 years. There's no question about it, in the next 40 years a Negro can achieve the same position that my brother has. Prejudice exists and probably will continue to, but we have tried to make progress and we are making progress. We are not going to accept the status quo.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-7879404579076349461?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7879404579076349461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=7879404579076349461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/7879404579076349461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/7879404579076349461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/myspace-made-me-mad.html' title='myspace made me mad'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/SQIXF58jQzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6Upup6K7Ruw/s72-c/40+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977866973724015426.post-3864234107645649952</id><published>2008-10-23T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:24:22.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok-so i've got the myspace, the facebook, but i really don't blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;since i'm trying to get back into writing, i have decided that a blog would be a good place to flex my writing muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this blog will be about whatever i feel like writing about. no particular, focused topic, just the general stuff that goes through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i'm a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mentor, a teacher and just me . . . so we'll see where this goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-aiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977866973724015426-3864234107645649952?l=janseenaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3864234107645649952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977866973724015426&amp;postID=3864234107645649952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3864234107645649952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977866973724015426/posts/default/3864234107645649952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janseenaiko.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-virgin.html' title='blog virgin'/><author><name>Janseen aiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06710911550395423550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTvUMsuxNak/THL4TabxtGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYYNx7oIhKw/S220/fuzzy+gray+jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
