<?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-3688399020371418602</id><updated>2011-10-25T13:43:25.191-04:00</updated><category term='raggedy andy'/><category term='raggedy ann'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='goth'/><category term='homemade costume'/><category term='costume'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>that's what she said....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-1147016351508666383</id><published>2011-10-19T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:10:52.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raggedy ann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raggedy andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade costume'/><title type='text'>halloween town</title><content type='html'>halloween is just around the corner. every year i stress over what i'm going to be. i like to be as creative as possible. here's a pic of justin and me from halloween 2008- goth raggedy ann and andy. last year i was a carebear. this year, who knows? i'm open to ideas. what are you dressing up as this year? what was your favorite costume growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" a218="" realloveisforever="" action="view&amp;amp;current=halloween-1.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a218/RealLoveIsForever/halloween-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1147016351508666383?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1147016351508666383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1147016351508666383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1147016351508666383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1147016351508666383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-town.html' title='halloween town'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-6026358249173939109</id><published>2011-02-02T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:45:32.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>that is all. i hate my new layout, but at least it's a change from the neon yellow and orange. ah well....i'll play with it more later i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-6026358249173939109?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6026358249173939109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=6026358249173939109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6026358249173939109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6026358249173939109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2011/02/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2408567152020333422</id><published>2009-10-27T06:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:18:56.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Just Everything Matters</title><content type='html'>Heart pounding.&lt;br /&gt;Faster. Harder.&lt;br /&gt;Bam!Bam!Bam!&lt;br /&gt;Against my chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's that intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knees weak. &lt;br /&gt;Gasping for breath.&lt;br /&gt;I reach out.&lt;br /&gt;And the world is a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel vision.&lt;br /&gt;White noise. &lt;br /&gt;A kaleidoscopic mix of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;All I see is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the fog.&lt;br /&gt;The brush of your hand on mine.&lt;br /&gt;Electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hot breath against my lips. &lt;br /&gt;An instant.&lt;br /&gt;A soft whisper. &lt;br /&gt;Sends chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise.&lt;br /&gt;You're gone. &lt;br /&gt;And I awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-2408567152020333422?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2408567152020333422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2408567152020333422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2408567152020333422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2408567152020333422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-just-everything-matters.html' title='When Just Everything Matters'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-6830635455577420308</id><published>2009-08-31T10:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:51:39.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate myself for loving you.....how true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SpvwcwlX1YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RHIAO2s07Ao/s1600-h/broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SpvwcwlX1YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RHIAO2s07Ao/s400/broken_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376154957065475458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wishes I'd never met you. Sometimes. People always say it will hurt less the next time, but that's just a lie, at least for me. How can I be so stupid? You say you love me (as a friend), that I'm such a wonderful person, blah, blah, blah, BLAH. It's just noise. There's definitely something fundamentally wrong with you. You say there's no chemistry between us. Love is not fireworks and music playing every time you see someone. It's not the Hollywood ideal at all. Love is being there for each other when times are hard, seeing someone at their worst and still wanting to be near them, caring, laughing, being silly, being best friends, wanting what is best for someone even if it's not what's best for you. We have that. Why do you get mad when someone tries to set me up on a date? Why do you get pissed off when I talk to a guy I dated 7 years ago? Why, why why?!?! If you don't want to be with me, then you have to let me be with someone who does. You say you're my best friend. If that's true, then you should want me to find the perfect person. The person who does want to be with me. The person who loves me no matter what. A best friend would tell me that you're just using me as a companion and that I deserve better. A best friend would want to kick your ass for allowing me to feel the way I do. For being selfish enough to say you don't want me, but then get angry if someone else does. All these mixed signals and gray areas have really taken me to dark place. A place I thought I had escaped when I met you. I thought God brought us together for a reason. I trusted you with my heart, with the darkest secrets in my soul, with everything I had, and you have destroyed me. I know this doesn't sound fair or rational. It's how I feel. I know I haven't done anything wrong, other than be a fool. All I want is for you to be happy. If I don't make you happy, then why do you keep me around? Why don't you just let me go? I could understand better if we'd only ever been friends, but it's as if we've had a relationship in reverse. The end result is ultimately the same though. I get hurt. It's not fair. You should be hurting as much as me. We've been inseparable for over a year and for what? If you just wanted a friend, you should have said that then. I may have liked you, but I would've gotten over it. Instead, you let me go on thinking that one day maybe something might grow from it. You call me your girlfriend to your co-workers, "because it's easier than explaining". Your family calls me your girlfriend. Your friends call me your girlfriend. Everyone says we're such a great couple. Everyone sees it, but YOU. This sucks, because we're not a couple, and we haven't had a fight and "broken up". A break-up is one thing. I could cry and ignore your phone calls and go get drunk with my friends. This isn't like that though. You're the friend whose shoulder I want to cry on. Who do I turn to? And if we don't "break up", what becomes of us? My feelings aren't going to go away. They're real and raw and ever present. I don't know if I can just be your friend. The thought of seeing you with someone else breaks me. I'll never be able to put all of myself into a relationship with someone else as long as you're around either, because I'll always wonder 'what if'. I'll wonder if I'd just waited a little longer, maybe you were starting to realize you wanted to be with me. And 'is he going to get mad' and any number of other things, because that's how my twisted mind works. I feel like I can't let you go, but I so desperately need to. I wish you would just end it. One way or another. Put me out of my misery please. I've really never hated myself more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-6830635455577420308?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6830635455577420308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=6830635455577420308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6830635455577420308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6830635455577420308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-myself-for-loving-youhow-true.html' title='I hate myself for loving you.....how true'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SpvwcwlX1YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RHIAO2s07Ao/s72-c/broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2651620608979272812</id><published>2009-05-18T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:42:52.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the past. it's done. it's unchangeable. move on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat as necessary until it sinks it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-2651620608979272812?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2651620608979272812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2651620608979272812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2651620608979272812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2651620608979272812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/re-post.html' title='Re-Post'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-7787530358474793528</id><published>2009-01-19T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:52:41.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drum Major for Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I would like to post an excerpt from one of his sermons. He truly was an inspirational man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following words were part of a sermon given by Dr. King at the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, Georgia, on February 4, 1968.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a man — and I just want to talk about him a minute, and maybe you will discover who I'm talking about as I go down the way (Yeah) because he was a great one. And he just went about serving. He was born in an obscure village, (Yes, sir) the child of a poor peasant woman. And then he grew up in still another obscure village, where he worked as a carpenter until he was thirty years old. (Amen) Then for three years, he just got on his feet, and he was an itinerant preacher. And he went about doing some things. He didn't have much. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. (Yes) He never owned a house. He never went to college. He never visited a big city. He never went two hundred miles from where he was born. He did none of the usual things that the world would associate with greatness. He had no credentials but himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. They called him a rabble-rouser. They called him a troublemaker. They said he was an agitator. (Glory to God) He practiced civil disobedience; he broke injunctions. And so he was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. And the irony of it all is that his friends turned him over to them. (Amen) One of his closest friends denied him. Another of his friends turned him over to his enemies. And while he was dying, the people who killed him gambled for his clothing, the only possession that he had in the world. (Lord help him) When he was dead he was buried in a borrowed tomb, through the pity of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen centuries have come and gone and today he stands as the most influential figure that ever entered human history. All of the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned put together (Yes) have not affected the life of man on this earth (Amen) as much as that one solitary life. His name may be a familiar one. (Jesus) But today I can hear them talking about him. Every now and then somebody says, "He's King of Kings." (Yes) And again I can hear somebody saying, "He's Lord of Lords." Somewhere else I can hear somebody saying, "In Christ there is no East nor West." (Yes) And then they go on and talk about, "In Him there's no North and South, but one great Fellowship of Love throughout the whole wide world." He didn't have anything. (Amen) He just went around serving and doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, you can be on his right hand and his left hand if you serve. (Amen) It's the only way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I guess we all think realistically (Yes, sir) about that day when we will be victimized with what is life's final common denominator—that something that we call death. We all think about it. And every now and then I think about my own death and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. And every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don’t want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. (Yes) And every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize—that isn’t important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards—that’s not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question. (Amen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison. (Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity. (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. (Amen) Say that I was a drum major for peace. (Yes) I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. (Yes) I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. (Amen) And that's all I want to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-7787530358474793528?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7787530358474793528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=7787530358474793528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7787530358474793528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7787530358474793528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/drum-major-for-peace.html' title='A Drum Major for Peace'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-8627621174281330757</id><published>2008-12-18T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:15:35.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SRHHe1nvLqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bnROc3SwKsM/s400/we-hold-tt081106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265208771976572578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1150255082642396426?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1150255082642396426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1150255082642396426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1150255082642396426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1150255082642396426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-did.html' title='Yes, We Did!'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SRHHe1nvLqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bnROc3SwKsM/s72-c/we-hold-tt081106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-1261932539557541142</id><published>2008-10-23T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:48:04.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=cc65ed650d" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=cc65ed650d" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/ron_howard"&gt;Ron Howard&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1261932539557541142?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1261932539557541142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1261932539557541142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1261932539557541142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1261932539557541142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantastic.html' title='Fantastic'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-5483875444713152562</id><published>2008-09-02T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:20:07.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This awesome kid, Justin, has gotten me hooked on  http://xkcd.com/. It's hilarious. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SL08l18MtJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7bkH0qTndxs/s1600-h/the_end_is_not_for_a_while.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SL08l18MtJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7bkH0qTndxs/s400/the_end_is_not_for_a_while.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412162161521810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-5483875444713152562?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5483875444713152562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=5483875444713152562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/5483875444713152562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/5483875444713152562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-awesome-kid-justin-has-gotten-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SL08l18MtJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7bkH0qTndxs/s72-c/the_end_is_not_for_a_while.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-4156164896227490731</id><published>2008-07-29T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:06:16.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SI-ShthBvNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2UHzJ_J3yoE/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SI-ShthBvNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2UHzJ_J3yoE/s400/n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228558800251894994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's not the most practical place for a tattoo. Yes, I'll have to find clever ways to cover it while I'm working, but that's fine with me. I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-4156164896227490731?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4156164896227490731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=4156164896227490731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4156164896227490731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4156164896227490731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-ink.html' title='New Ink'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SI-ShthBvNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2UHzJ_J3yoE/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2000258500226258224</id><published>2008-07-07T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:59:46.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife</title><content type='html'>Hmm...Gorgeous singer? Check. Awesome vocals? Check. Killer riffs? Check. Catchy lyrics? Check. Yup, Avenged Sevenfold continues to rock. I &amp;hearts; them. I guess I'll always be a sucker for the rocker boys. There are probably worse habits I could have. ;) Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8akxHCUBLk&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/I8akxHCUBLk&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/3688399020371418602-2000258500226258224?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2000258500226258224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2000258500226258224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2000258500226258224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2000258500226258224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-4442075128756139093</id><published>2008-07-04T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:24:10.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a safe and happy Fourth of July. I will be watching the Twilight Zone marathon on SciFi and catching up on some much needed R &amp; R. Fireworks, beer, and being stuck in traffic are over-rated. ;) However you spend your fourth, be safe and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-4442075128756139093?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4442075128756139093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=4442075128756139093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4442075128756139093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4442075128756139093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-1415068405918277152</id><published>2008-06-12T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:46:25.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>The past does not equal the future. &lt;br /&gt;Because you may have failed a moment ago,&lt;br /&gt;all day today, &lt;br /&gt;or for the last six months,&lt;br /&gt;or for the last sixteen years,&lt;br /&gt;or for the last fifty years of your life&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is &lt;br /&gt;what are you going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthony Robbins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1415068405918277152?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1415068405918277152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1415068405918277152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1415068405918277152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1415068405918277152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-524547999357723076</id><published>2008-06-10T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:11:21.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sara Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SE6nfE_SsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yajBwFF6aDg/s1600-h/babyteddyred22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SE6nfE_SsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yajBwFF6aDg/s400/babyteddyred22.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285971271234290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an aunt again! My big sister just gave birth to her second awesome bundle, Sara, yesterday. Both mother and baby are doing well. I'm sure my nephew, Duncan, is very excited to be a big brother! Hopefully I'll get to see them before they're both all grown up. For now, I'll be content with picture messaging. :) Congratulations to a beautiful family. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-524547999357723076?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/524547999357723076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=524547999357723076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/524547999357723076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/524547999357723076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/sara-lane.html' title='Sara Lane'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SE6nfE_SsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yajBwFF6aDg/s72-c/babyteddyred22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-7820123904404005368</id><published>2008-06-05T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:56:17.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An original quote by me :o)</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day, we are all simply human. No better, no worse, than anybody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-7820123904404005368?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7820123904404005368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=7820123904404005368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7820123904404005368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7820123904404005368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/original-quote-by-me-o.html' title='An original quote by me :o)'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-3950342635789932521</id><published>2008-05-22T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:06:15.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Deux Hee Hee</title><content type='html'>This is too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/11/97/22/119722_901270ee3c5384fst6j852.JPG" width="500" height="574" 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/3688399020371418602-3950342635789932521?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3950342635789932521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=3950342635789932521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3950342635789932521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3950342635789932521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-deux-hee-hee.html' title='Part Deux Hee Hee'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2774320048909139332</id><published>2008-05-22T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:54:35.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Look-a-likes</title><content type='html'>More like Celebrity Look-a-don'ts, but it's good fun. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/K/storage/site1/files/11/73/32/117332_276187170c5384ohuno589.JPG" width="500" height="578" 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/3688399020371418602-2774320048909139332?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2774320048909139332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2774320048909139332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2774320048909139332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2774320048909139332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrity-look-likes.html' title='Celebrity Look-a-likes'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-8890540760251806621</id><published>2008-05-22T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:17:07.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>“We are sisters. We will always be sisters.Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.” -ELizabeth Fishel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers - but never blame yourself. It's never your fault. But it's always your fault, because if you wanted to change you're the one who has got to change." -Katharine Hepburn&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct." -Letty Cottin Pogrebin&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"If kisses were the water I would give you the sea, If hugs were the leaves I would give you a tree, But if love was time, I would give you eternity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-8890540760251806621?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8890540760251806621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=8890540760251806621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/8890540760251806621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/8890540760251806621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-9008367647346996870</id><published>2008-05-15T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:12:13.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my faves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/3688399020371418602-9008367647346996870?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9008367647346996870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=9008367647346996870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/9008367647346996870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/9008367647346996870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-disaster.html' title='One of my faves'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2500678629035993852</id><published>2008-05-08T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:22:37.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if you don't agree, I know that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SCMMcbzYGrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dCdsqMlMU5k/s1600-h/4180~I-Am-Posters%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SCMMcbzYGrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dCdsqMlMU5k/s400/4180~I-Am-Posters%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198012077554801330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-2500678629035993852?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2500678629035993852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2500678629035993852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2500678629035993852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2500678629035993852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/even-if-you-dont-agree-i-know-that.html' title='Even if you don&apos;t agree, I know that...'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SCMMcbzYGrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dCdsqMlMU5k/s72-c/4180~I-Am-Posters%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-4349396180262738905</id><published>2008-05-03T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:45:00.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ab-Fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SBxsLrNB0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/lwOk7URIA1I/s1600-h/a4217.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SBxsLrNB0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/lwOk7URIA1I/s200/a4217.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196147017910440162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what today is. An absolutely fabulous day. Even though I'm stuck at work, everyone has been as nice as can be. Plus, it's gorgeous outside. I may just go for a walk after work and soak up some sunshine. Wherever you are, I hope you are enjoying an equally beautiful day! Happy Saturday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-4349396180262738905?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4349396180262738905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=4349396180262738905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4349396180262738905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4349396180262738905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/ab-fab.html' title='Ab-Fab'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/SBxsLrNB0OI/AAAAAAAAADo/lwOk7URIA1I/s72-c/a4217.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-631708178005347756</id><published>2008-04-28T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:24:01.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Darcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love Pride &amp; Prejudice. It may be the perfect movie. There's action, drama, heartache, reconciliation, travel, almost unrequited love. It is delicious. And what woman doesn't want her own Mr. Darcy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4C6JkCCUIo&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4C6JkCCUIo&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&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/3688399020371418602-631708178005347756?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/631708178005347756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=631708178005347756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/631708178005347756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/631708178005347756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/mr-darcy.html' title='Mr. Darcy'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-6702070107398066242</id><published>2008-04-23T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:03:33.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you've ever seen &lt;em&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/em&gt;, then you'll remember this song. Gary Jules does it for the movie, but it's been covered by many different artists. I dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all around me are familiar faces &lt;br /&gt;worn out places &lt;br /&gt;worn out faces &lt;br /&gt;bright and early for the daily races&lt;br /&gt;going no where &lt;br /&gt;going no where &lt;br /&gt;their tears are filling up their glasses &lt;br /&gt;no expression &lt;br /&gt;no expression &lt;br /&gt;hide my head i wanna drown my sorrow &lt;br /&gt;no tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;no tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;and i find i kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;i find it kind of sad &lt;br /&gt;the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to take &lt;br /&gt;when people run in circles its a very very &lt;br /&gt;mad world &lt;br /&gt;mad world &lt;br /&gt;children waiting for the day they feel good &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday &lt;br /&gt;and i feel the way that every child should &lt;br /&gt;sit and listen &lt;br /&gt;sit and listen &lt;br /&gt;went to school and i was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;no one new me&lt;br /&gt;hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;look right through me &lt;br /&gt;look right through me &lt;br /&gt;and i find i kind of funny &lt;br /&gt;i find it kind of sad &lt;br /&gt;the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had &lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to take &lt;br /&gt;when people run in circles its a very very &lt;br /&gt;mad world &lt;br /&gt;mad world &lt;br /&gt;enlarging your world&lt;br /&gt;mad world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-6702070107398066242?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6702070107398066242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=6702070107398066242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6702070107398066242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/6702070107398066242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/mad-world.html' title='Mad World...'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2411226285968050563</id><published>2008-04-17T00:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:10:05.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Nights....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate working overnight. It's creepy. The fact that I work in a building under construction makes it even creepier. For instance, I just heard what I assume is a wood saw. It's 1am. Not the type of noise a gal wants to hear in the dead of night when everything should be quiet. Hopefully it's just some workers catching up on stuff and not Leatherface roaming the halls. ; ) I have the TV turned up pretty loud on TBS hoping the sounds of sitcoms will take the edge off. It looks like Soul Food is coming on. I've never seen it, so that should be a good distraction for a couple of hours. I should be home in bed. Not that I could sleep if I was. I've been up since 6am yesterday. I tried all afternoon to sleep and it wouldn't happen. I think I may have dozed off for about 45 minutes, but other than that I've been wide awake. Hopefully I'll make it to 7am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: 9 minutes into this movie and I already love the soundtrack. I feel like I'm back in middle school. I hope that makes some of you feel old! No diggity, no doubt. I loved that in 7th grade!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-2411226285968050563?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2411226285968050563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2411226285968050563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2411226285968050563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2411226285968050563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-nights.html' title='Late Nights....'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-1059118344608935240</id><published>2008-04-08T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:55:34.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since my *cough, cough* 26th birthday is coming up, I figured I would make a list of outlandish things I would like as presents if money was not an object. When I was little I used to look through the Toys R Us Big Toy Book, and somehow I'd convince myself that I had all the toys in it. It didn't matter that I didn't. All I cared about was staring at those pictures and imagining myself playing with everything in them. That was enough for me. So this list is going to be like my grown-up "Big Toy Book". (I almost said adult big toy book, but I was afraid I'd get some porn ads on my Google link. heehee) This is strictly self-indulgent and selfish, so don't get all judgemental over things on the list. It's supposed to be ridiculous. That's the point So here goes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAWN'S BIRTHDAY WISH LIST 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. New clothes- It has come to my attention that working so much and not doing much else has put a severe dent in my sense of fashion, so first and foremost I would like a new wardrobe. Head to toe. I used to have a great sense of style. Usually I was ahead of the game, which landed me in the eccentric/funky/punk category, but 9 times outta 10, I'd see stuff I'd been wearing for months in magazines labeled as the "must-have" or "hot new look". I was such a trend-setter. ;) I need my sense of style back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. New haircut/dye job- My poor hair really is pathetic, so I may actually spring for this one myself. I've been trying to grow it back out, but it looks so sad and lifeless. I need something with some bounce and a good colorist to give me low lights and highlights and texture. Yes! Also, a chic bob would be much easier to maintain, don't you think? My hair feels old. I think it knows it's turning 26. Moving on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Tanning bed package. A lady I work with said it perfectly: "Brown fat is prettier that white fat". So true. I am pasty pale and look sick due to lack of sunshine. I actually reflect light. I used to make fun of my sister for looking this way, and now it's my turn. Since I work during most daylight hours, my alternative is the fake and bake, so a tanning package would be great. For the health freaks, just think of it as therapy, because studies show that people who lay in tanning beds are happier. It releases some chemical in your brain like the sun does. It's actually used to treat depression! So you see, I'm getting perkier and prettier. Win, win. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. New seat covers for my sweet new ride. My baby is great, but someone ripped a hole in one of her seats, so of course I want to get covers for all of them so they match. Also, the matching steering wheel cover, visor CD case, etc. would be great as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. A new vacuum. My vacuum cleaner sucks. It didn't used to. It was a faithful friend and cleaner for years, but too much cat hair has finally put it on its last legs. Roger and I are getting a new one soon, but I figured I'd throw it on the list anyways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. A Louis Vuitton purse. Ah yes. This has been on my wish list for years. One day, dear Louis. One day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. D&amp;amp;G or Chanel Sunglasses. I had Louis Vuitton sunglasses, but they snapped in my purse. Otherwise, they'd be at the top of the sunglasses list as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. New shoes. I guess this really falls under the new clothes/wardrobe category, but I felt the need to differentiate. Anyone who knows me, knows I love shoes. They also know that it is very difficult and EXPENSIVE for me to find shoes. Thus, I am usually stuck with cheap shoes from whatever store happens to carry the same style in two very different sizes. Yes, people, my feet are freaks. Don't hate. Maybe Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik would make a custom pair for me. Wouldn't that be awesome?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. A tent and sleeping bag. You may think this has solely to do with Roger's love of camping, but don't be fooled. I used to love camping and hiking when I was younger, and I'd like nothing better than to sleep out under the stars somewhere away from everyone and everything. How peaceful that would be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. A trip to Vegas and a backer for my money. I can dream, can't I? I would go to shows and play poker and go to more shows. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. A birthday card that says exactly how you feel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. A puppy. Everyone can agree with this one. A puppy is the greatest present! How can you not be happy and excited to see a puppy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. An Ipod. I don't know if I could even work the thing, but it would be fun to try. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Date night. I'm talking advance notice with flowers (daisies, preferably), a movie that we can both stay awake during, dinner, talking, driving out to the lake and walking around holding hands, ice cream cones or going bowling or to see a band, or to play pool, or dancing, or a picnic at the park. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. A sudden weight loss. Wouldn't that be a great birthday present? You wake up on your birthday and you've lost 10, 20 , 30 pounds. I would be super stoked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. To go on a lost. I miss doing this. Just get in the car and drive until you don't know where you are, and then get out and explore. It's so much fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. A Coca-Cola birthday cake from Cracker Barrel. Yum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. A party with all of our friends. Maybe a barbecue or something....we could play poker and do karaoke and dance, dance revolution, board games, whatever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. New jewelry. I like costume jewelry, so this wouldn't be so hard. I seem to have lost all my fun earrings or at least one out of each pair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. The complete Jane Austen on DVD. Roger got me the BBC production of Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice and I have the newer version of it already, plus Emma, so I just need Northanger Abbey, Mansfield Park, Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility, and Persuasion. I also found the Masterpiece Theater collection which would be an awesome addition. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Any Rogers &amp;amp; Hammerstein musical on DVD....Carousel, South Pacific, The King &amp;amp; I, Oklahoma, etc. I don't even know if they're actually available on DVD, but in my imaginary wish list world they are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's about it for now. I've still got a couple of weeks to keep adding to it. I'm sure I'll come up with some more outlandish requests. : ) Happy Tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showEnhanced();" s_oidt="0" s_oid="javascript:showEnhanced();"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showEnhanced();" s_oidt="0" s_oid="javascript:showEnhanced();"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1059118344608935240?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1059118344608935240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1059118344608935240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1059118344608935240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1059118344608935240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-7631512448053310352</id><published>2008-04-04T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:29:41.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>TGIF!! Yay! I have to work tomorrow, but it's ok. It was worth having Wednesday off to find a car. I love it. I don't love parking it, but I'll get used to it. haha So I watched "Atonement" last night. Oh my gosh! It is amazing. If you haven't seen it, then you must. Everything about it was stunning. Oh, and James McAvoy- the next acting legend for sure. He was also fabulous in "Becoming Jane" with Anne Hathaway. It's another one on my "must-see" list. Another random thought...New Kids On The Block is back. That's crazy. They were on the Today show this morning and apparently will be performing in their Summer Concert Series on May 16th. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited. I loved some New Kids when I was little. I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't going to try and get tickets to one of their concerts if they play anywhere near here. Keep your fingers crossed! : ) Until then, this will have to do: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPqRi3WL4_g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPqRi3WL4_g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/3688399020371418602-7631512448053310352?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7631512448053310352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=7631512448053310352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7631512448053310352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7631512448053310352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-5219676553772800400</id><published>2008-04-03T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:46:06.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-Da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R_T7HlI_GRI/AAAAAAAAADc/HFbMfADToII/s1600-h/dodge_intrepid_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R_T7HlI_GRI/AAAAAAAAADc/HFbMfADToII/s400/dodge_intrepid_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185045178657741074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I finally got a car. YAY!! It's all mine. 100% paid in full by me, myself, and I. That feels awesome. I finally have my freedom back. No more bumming rides. No more being stuck at home. No more paying for other people's gas. It's just me. I can now go where I want, when I want. How liberating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-5219676553772800400?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5219676553772800400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=5219676553772800400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/5219676553772800400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/5219676553772800400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/ta-da.html' title='Ta-Da!'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R_T7HlI_GRI/AAAAAAAAADc/HFbMfADToII/s72-c/dodge_intrepid_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-9060977983279480984</id><published>2008-04-01T13:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:30:51.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiest days are when babies come</title><content type='html'>My old high school buddy, Ben Borden is finally a very proud daddy. He and his wife welcomed their first son, Declan James Borden, into their family Sunday afternoon. I can't wait to see pictures! Congratulations, Ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-9060977983279480984?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9060977983279480984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=9060977983279480984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/9060977983279480984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/9060977983279480984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/happiest-days-are-when-babies-come-gwtw.html' title='The happiest days are when babies come'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-4134496781960831668</id><published>2008-03-28T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:20:06.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So true</title><content type='html'>The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Castaneda, 1925-1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-4134496781960831668?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4134496781960831668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=4134496781960831668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4134496781960831668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4134496781960831668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-true.html' title='So true'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-319132737815790497</id><published>2008-03-28T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:20:00.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated but optimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-0ouVI_GQI/AAAAAAAAADI/boQ6XmuC7QA/s1600-h/signs-no_driving1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-0ouVI_GQI/AAAAAAAAADI/boQ6XmuC7QA/s320/signs-no_driving1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182843522587236610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dingbat who I was supposed to buy a car from flaked out. I should have seen it coming. I do not have good luck with cars. What kind of idiot buys a car without a title? Well apparently this yahoo did. Of course, he originally said that he had "lost" the title and just needed to send off for a replacement through the courthouse in County A. Okay...I'll go with that. Then it was that it hadn't been processed, yada, yada. Now, this morning I get an email from the man saying that the title wasn't clear in County B. County B? What?! Why is there a problem with the title in County B? B has never been in the equation. Holy cow! Long story short - this man apparently bought the car without a title and decided to try and sell it without one. When he got called on that, he ended up getting himself into a big ole steaming pile. He now has to backtrack and find out what problems the previous owner had with the title. Oh well. As for me? I'm back to square one. I need some wheels! I'm taking Wednesday off to go to used car lots, and I've sent out several email inquiries on craigslist although that route has me a little apprehensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note though- it is FRIDAY!!!! And....it's beautiful outside. And....I'm having a quasi-decent hair day. And.....oh yeah, my new cd and book came from Amazon. That was my St. Patty's Day present to myself. Good timing with that arrival, because I was surely going to start banging my head on my desk if something good didn't happen. Oh! It's payday, too. I just remembered that. So I guess it's not a crap day after all. :) Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-319132737815790497?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/319132737815790497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=319132737815790497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/319132737815790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/319132737815790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/frustrated-but-optimistic.html' title='Frustrated but optimistic'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-0ouVI_GQI/AAAAAAAAADI/boQ6XmuC7QA/s72-c/signs-no_driving1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-3110929167714086754</id><published>2008-03-26T12:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:25:22.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back when</title><content type='html'>I was obssessed with Dawson's Creek. Lame, yes, but I was 16. I heard this song earlier and remembered it from the soundtrack. The lyrics are really beautiful, and I think anyone can relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozzi- Letting Go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu0w7ElwWJA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu0w7ElwWJA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/3688399020371418602-3110929167714086754?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3110929167714086754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=3110929167714086754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3110929167714086754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3110929167714086754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-back-when.html' title='Way back when'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-1328450430983927226</id><published>2008-03-25T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:49:55.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-kH2FI_GPI/AAAAAAAAADA/UOMVG-wjXpo/s1600-h/bushbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181681471940663538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-kH2FI_GPI/AAAAAAAAADA/UOMVG-wjXpo/s400/bushbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-1328450430983927226?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1328450430983927226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=1328450430983927226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1328450430983927226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/1328450430983927226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/enough-said.html' title='Enough Said'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-kH2FI_GPI/AAAAAAAAADA/UOMVG-wjXpo/s72-c/bushbunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-2015881812685837095</id><published>2008-03-24T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:42:41.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Grrr.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To quote one of my fave bands, Blink-182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Late night, come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word. :o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-2015881812685837095?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2015881812685837095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=2015881812685837095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2015881812685837095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/2015881812685837095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-grrr.html' title='The Daily Grrr.....'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-6227713760397835197</id><published>2008-03-23T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:57:15.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-bgRlI_GNI/AAAAAAAAACw/roLot4jJN4o/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181075013968533714" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-bcclI_GLI/AAAAAAAAACg/qyVX7DC9ZJI/s400/quotes.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-3776020338662553391?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3776020338662553391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=3776020338662553391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3776020338662553391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3776020338662553391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/quotes.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/misz_franny/quotes.png&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-bcclI_GLI/AAAAAAAAACg/qyVX7DC9ZJI/s72-c/quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-4186727939913588810</id><published>2008-03-22T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:30:25.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-U2fFI_GKI/AAAAAAAAACY/hnnoMmAfRk0/s1600-h/beautiful.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180606853943335074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-U2fFI_GKI/AAAAAAAAACY/hnnoMmAfRk0/s400/beautiful.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pulled this picture from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; page. It is a truth in reference to any relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that we expect so much from other people but so little from ourselves? Or, that if we do have expectations for ourselves, they are on a totally different par? It baffles me. An example would be me telling a friend they need to lose 10 pounds, when I myself could stand to lose about 50 pounds. What right do I have to point out someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flaws, imperfections, shortcomings, etc., if my own are even worse? None whatsoever. Unfortunately, people today are so wrapped up in the lives of others that they forget about their own. It's much easier to point out the errors and failures in others to avoid facing the hard, cold fact that you yourself are no better....that your obstacles and mistakes may in fact be worse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a fine line between trying to help someone and simply reading into things, creating a terrible scenario in your head, and assuming the worst about everything. If someone seems pissed off for a minute, do not automatically come to the conclusion that they are miserable in life. It probably just means they're pissed at the moment. Let it go. If a person is frustrated, you shouldn't assume that it is directed toward you. It probably isn't, but if you antagonize the situation, then it most definitely will be refocused on you. Let it go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, there is an exception to every rule. You may be in an instance where someone you care about is a substance abuser or intentionally causing pain, and it directly affects you. By all means, say something. Take some action. That situation is affecting you as much as the other person involved. In this case, it is your responsibility to do something, because obviously that person can't or more likely, won't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The point is to let people make their own mistakes. That is how we learn and grow. We are all vastly different and yet so similar. If we expect so much of each other, we will only push each other away, and the harder we try, the worse it will get. We will always want the best for the ones we love, but what our definition and their definition of the "best" is may be completely different. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, try to help- not pass judgment, to listen- not assume, and to love unconditionally- not expect the impossible. So love your children. Love your significant other. Laugh, play, cry, hug, argue, make up, talk, all the wonderful things that make us, Us. The rest will take care of itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-4186727939913588810?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4186727939913588810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=4186727939913588810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4186727939913588810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/4186727939913588810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-U2fFI_GKI/AAAAAAAAACY/hnnoMmAfRk0/s72-c/beautiful.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-7816299162793737930</id><published>2008-03-21T10:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:59:26.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PNRlI_GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6475KrF3Vjw/s1600-h/l_ed4d200ef06ed06a91ee5f869cc88f08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180209698317473938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PNRlI_GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6475KrF3Vjw/s400/l_ed4d200ef06ed06a91ee5f869cc88f08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PJgFI_GHI/AAAAAAAAACA/D36S26bF3VM/s1600-h/CCF07252007_00055%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180205549379065970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PJgFI_GHI/AAAAAAAAACA/D36S26bF3VM/s400/CCF07252007_00055%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PI2lI_GEI/AAAAAAAAABo/YsJ0Q-__wcg/s1600-h/Never2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180204836414494786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PI2lI_GEI/AAAAAAAAABo/YsJ0Q-__wcg/s320/Never2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-7816299162793737930?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7816299162793737930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=7816299162793737930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7816299162793737930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/7816299162793737930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-PNRlI_GJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6475KrF3Vjw/s72-c/l_ed4d200ef06ed06a91ee5f869cc88f08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688399020371418602.post-3287485697214269084</id><published>2008-03-20T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:15:35.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-KtgVI_GDI/AAAAAAAAABc/7HYJygWNp3A/s1600-h/blogpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179893292371744818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-KtgVI_GDI/AAAAAAAAABc/7HYJygWNp3A/s320/blogpost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hooray!! I survived the winter. I get so depressed when everything is dead and gray. Today is the first day of Spring, and so far it has been an excellent one. I was able to grab hugs from my Aunt Judy and David. I saw my mom and got to hug her and talk for the first time in almost two months. Plus, I get to see some more of my awesome family for dinner tonight. I'd say that's a pretty good start to the Spring season! I have to say I'm a little nervous about dinner, because this will be the first time my family is meeting my boyfriend, Roger. Hopefully it will be fine, and they will love him as much as I do. Past boyfriend-meeting-family scenarios have not gone so well though, so everybody cross their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Spring- everything is already so green and beautiful. I think it's going to be an awesome season this year. I'm looking forward to canoe rides and hiking and being outdoors as much as possible!! Happy First Day of Spring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688399020371418602-3287485697214269084?l=welcometothedawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3287485697214269084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688399020371418602&amp;postID=3287485697214269084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3287485697214269084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688399020371418602/posts/default/3287485697214269084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometothedawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>dawner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpDZDcksNI/Tp8DlMl6vqI/AAAAAAAAALw/chYDX80iLek/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PufFSB5WBH0/R-KtgVI_GDI/AAAAAAAAABc/7HYJygWNp3A/s72-c/blogpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
