tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158137702011-04-21T23:20:32.105-05:00authentic redhead-keep out of direct sunlight.Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-40125897121546822722007-05-17T22:11:00.000-05:002007-05-17T22:15:44.967-05:00I'm gonna be a blogging maniac.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-4012589712154682272?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1160256656408615972006-10-07T16:27:00.000-05:002006-10-07T16:30:56.486-05:00People are blogging again.. I really have nothin to post, but i thought i'd let everyone know that i do still exist in the blogging realm...sometimes. so there. that's it for now. one day i might get cool again and be random and stuff. we'll see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-116025665640861597?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1154824150601368632006-08-05T19:21:00.000-05:002006-08-05T19:29:10.626-05:00if you've run out of gas twice in month??? how bout three times in about three months...???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115482415060136863?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1153588439136887582006-07-22T11:56:00.004-05:002006-07-22T12:13:59.153-05:00hey i have an international medal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115358843913688758?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1153587481086051412006-07-22T11:56:00.003-05:002006-07-22T11:58:01.106-05:00hey i have an international medal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115358748108605141?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1153587481071322172006-07-22T11:56:00.002-05:002006-07-22T11:58:01.073-05:00hey i have an international medal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115358748107132217?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1153587466830910772006-07-22T11:56:00.001-05:002006-07-22T11:57:46.830-05:00hey i have an international medal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115358746683091077?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1153587452557748892006-07-22T11:56:00.000-05:002006-07-22T11:57:32.600-05:00hey i have an international medal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115358745255774889?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1150500482013484562006-06-16T17:42:00.000-05:002006-06-16T18:30:25.723-05:00remember that time when i used to blog like every week and then i had this funny thing where i would have something random to blog every thursday. i'm such a loser now...ugh! i know i must have been a let down to my largly popular blogging fan base. i am deeply sorry....<br />with that being said, i have excuses for my blogging absence. my life has been rather nuts, but in a good way. my roommate aaron moved out, and my pal becca moved in. things are still cluttered, but we are getting by quite well. aaron, unfortunatly took the computer, so computer access has been limited. i tried to take advantage of aaron's poor memory and told him that the computer was mine....it didn't work. <br />Last Minute had a gig last weekend and is rehearsing for internationals in july. things have been pretty hectic with the quartet. we gotta lot of work ahead of us with not much time. eeck! we can do it though..si se puede!!! i also just got back form a competition in Illinois and have been working on a demo track fot the contest for the past month. the competition could have ended better, but i did see mom and dad and managed to have a great time. <br />and....did mention that i'm seeing someone now???? hehehehee..yeah..i admit that's taken up some if my time..but it's time worth spent:) <br />so life is good. hopefully i will get back in the blog of things once stuff gets more organized..hahahaa...wow..i'm such a dork.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-115050048201348456?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1148004533074255822006-05-18T20:39:00.000-05:002006-05-18T21:08:53.156-05:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">crappy+ crummy= cruppy</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114800453307425582?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1147638473603037812006-05-14T15:26:00.000-05:002006-05-14T15:27:53.660-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Well, you magician of romantic tricks, you master of come-hither looks, you star acrobat in the circus of love, you! On the 1st, 2nd and 3rd, make your move. Play your tricks! Look your look! Do a triple flip over the lion's cage! It will work -- almost certainly. If it doesn't, try again, or do something else. Yes, it's going to be a pretty romantic month for you -- provided you take the necessary action. After all, nobody ever said romance comes to those who wait. On the 7th, call your love interest. Then pay close attention to their signals on the 12th. What are they saying? On the 17th, go with the flow, and the flow will go with you. On the 20th, go ahead and take a time-out from romantic action to do a little inward-looking work. It never hurts to ask yourself what you really want and why, you know. On the 25th, try something new, you old puppy dog, you. On the 30th, cast your spell! Bat your eyes! And do a quadruple back flip! They'll respond. Oh yes, they will. </span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114763847360303781?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1147404871108036012006-05-11T22:29:00.000-05:002006-05-11T22:36:37.100-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/300px-Tallbike.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/320/300px-Tallbike.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">yesterday i saw a dude riding one of these on belmont blvd. his tall bike was way more impressive then this pic. it's tallness was quite intense. and..the fact that the dude riding the bike had an awesome mohawk made it even better. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114740487110803601?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1145708907661702702006-04-22T07:25:00.000-05:002006-04-22T07:28:27.696-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">I have decided that there are four foods in which i can eat endless amounts:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">pizza, cheesecake, ice scream, sushi.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114570890766170270?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1145541078481438962006-04-20T08:50:00.000-05:002006-04-20T08:51:18.503-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hello, my name is David.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114554107848143896?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1145035611891936812006-04-14T12:23:00.000-05:002006-04-14T12:26:51.916-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Overview:Steer clear of any romantic hanky-panky on the job; the stars say that it just won't pay off. Plus, now that you're in a position of trust, you don't want to make the powers that be doubt their decision.</span> </strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>omg~ick. no worries.. i'm hanky panky free.</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114503561189193681?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1144897599836722222006-04-12T21:58:00.000-05:002006-04-12T22:06:39.873-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I ran out of gas this afternoon. I got a flat tire this evening. The end.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114489759983672222?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1143770369630344432006-03-30T19:57:00.000-06:002006-03-30T19:59:29.653-06:00<strong><span style="color:#996633;">My big toe nail decided to peace out today. It's really gross, but I can't stop staring at it..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114377036963034443?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1143094425125374562006-03-23T00:13:00.000-06:002006-03-23T00:13:45.126-06:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I love blue. a lot.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114309442512537456?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1142919865236233972006-03-20T23:38:00.000-06:002006-03-20T23:44:25.256-06:00<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>This will not make sense for most of you, and that's why i'm blogging it. i have a big weekend ahead of me and here's my affirmation:</strong></span><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>I ended my uptune with much gusto! Because of my amazing stamina skillls, I had so much air and energy throughout the package. My posts in both songs were strong and flawless. I did this by eating healthy, exercising, and running back to back contest sets. I also read and visualized my affirmation daily. The crowd loved us and LM is enjoying thier blue medals!! I am an awesome lead and I love to post!</strong> </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114291986523623397?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1142580731365093192006-03-17T01:28:00.000-06:002006-03-17T01:32:11.393-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">i ate a foot long sub at subway today.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114258073136509319?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1142088776212714242006-03-11T08:51:00.000-06:002006-03-11T08:58:52.510-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/smiley%20water%20face.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/400/smiley%20water%20face.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/smiley%20water%20face.jpg"><span style="color:#003333;"></span></a><span style="color:#003333;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Once upon a month or two ago, two friends set off on a magical adventure to a mysterious place called Lansing. (That's in Michigan. It's the capital, not Detroit.) After half a muffin loaf, a bag of cheese puffs, fruit jammers, and many glorious sightings of water towers, they were still in the evil land of Indiana, home to nothing and more nothingness. Twelve hours passed and Indiana seemed to never end. Si se puede was the only thing that kept them going. Finally! The Michigan state line, "Great Lakes, Good Times", and they weren't kiddin'.One hour later, they arrived at "the parent's" friendly abode. Hugs and Excitement greeted them at the door. Those are the parent's names, Hugs and Excitement. Hugs (a.k.a. the Mom) cooked a meal fit for a king, or at least two very hungry girls. For you see, they only had had half a muffin loaf, cheese puffs and fruit jammers all day and they were quite hungry. The meatballs, rice, and mashed potatoes were extremely well accepted by the two girls. Then, they slept.Fortunately, they woke up just in time to celebrate the new year with Excitement. Hugs was not feeling well, so she slept the new year away. Then the two girls slept some more.On Sunday, the girls were quite hethanistic and did not go to church, but ordered pizza and watched movies all day. They explored the luxurious town of Dansville, population 503. Then they slept.Monday was quite a day for the two girls. They explored the quizzical, yet fascinating, Lansing Mall. After buying the same cowboy boots, one of the girls (the one with red hair) decided to show her new boots off at Finley's, a tasty restaurant, and then at the movie theater, where the girls watch "Fun with Dick and Jane". They laughed at some parts, and at some parts they didn't. After the movie, they went home and slept.Tuesday brought even more joy and happiness for the two girls. They started their day by having a splendid run with Happy the Labrador (the redheaded girl's dog). Red nearly tossed her cookies, well parfait, after a lovely run, but she pulled through and did not vomit in those people's yard. After freshening and beautifying, Red and Bruney made their way to the Mason Library where they sent an electronic message to all their friends letting them know how much fun they were having. After that, the most extraordinary thing happened, they sang on the capital steps! With their voices ringing in the heavens, some locals took some pictures to keep as souvenirs for when the two become famous. Bruney, whose first time it was in Michigan, had her first Beaners coffee experience. It was good coffee. Now, it was off to the Irish Pub, for Red and Bruney, for some good times with old friends. There were many people there, because it's a restaurant, but there were 5 of Red's friends sitting at one table together. Since it was an Irish Pub, Bruney and Supa Fichelle decided they should dance a jig right there in the restaurant. So, they did. So, one Monte Cristo and Cheeseburger later, we were waiting to watch "The Producers". Some of the friends thought it would be a fantastic idea to try to catch KitKat bites in their mouths from the second floor, it was a valiant effort but proved unsuccessful. Then they went home and fell asleep.Wednesday was the day they had been looking forward to all week long. It was the day they would see "it". It was an early start on the cold wintry morning. The two girls met Friend at Big Boy for breakfast. After a nice chit-chat, they headed westerly to</strong></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3159/1446/1600/IMG_5927.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>wards Nashville. Five United Bretheren Churches later, they arrived in Grand Rapids, Michigan. In a sketchy part of town, they decided to go to Goodwill, a consignment shop, and a local Wendy's. Yes, there are Wendy's in Michigan. Then, off to their goal, their mission, their destiny. Fruitport, Michigan. An hour later, there she was standing tall and golden in the sun, smiling down on them. Wow, what a beauty! </strong><br /><strong>The Great Lake was next on their list. The two girls didn't exactly know where they were going, but Bruney could "feel" the water and guided them straight to the oceanic lake. She was a bit off, but they found it anyways. The lake was marvelous and cold. Icebergs stood as if to say, "Dare not enter here, for the water is far too cold for two young girls to enter." After finding a few souvenirs, they marched the march of happiness at their findings and went to eat ice cream. Yum! Then it was back to Hugs and Excitement's house, but before they got home they took a detour to the hardware store to hang out with Excitement while he was working. Then it was back to the house for burritos, peach cobbler, and another movie. Then they slept again.They were quite excited for Thursday to come because it was the day that they had planned to go ice-skating. Ready to take the ice, Red and Bruney set off for the rink only to find it closed and foreboding. Come to find out they were on open for only 29 minutes at a time. They had just missed it. So, what to do? Shopping, of course! They went to the Meridian Mall and looked for Bruney a purse because her other one had a large hole in the bottom, and that will never do. They tried on a couple of gorgeous dresses, but the dresses were so powerful that it overwhelmed the two girls beauty so much that all you could see was the dresses themselves. Off to the train station, but not for what you might think. They met Hugs and Excitement there for food and margaritas. It was all quite fantastic. Supa Fichelle met them to escort them to sing some karaoke, but when they got there they found not only no karaoke, but a room full of basketball fans. They hung out there for a while and then Supa drove them back to their car, and then Red drove back home. Sleeping happened.Friday, a sad day indeed...The two girls went to Meijers (Wal-Mart) and bought more essentials, like cheese puffs and chocolate-covered doughnut holes. Those didn't make it home. The time they spent in Michigan was excitingly fun, as you all can see, and it was sad for them to leave. But, they did.The End.*pictures to follow shortly</strong> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114208877621271424?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1141961636954706902006-03-09T21:31:00.000-06:002006-03-09T21:33:57.026-06:00<strong><span style="color:#993399;">so today, i simultaniously talked on two cell phones...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114196163695470690?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1141225022105474642006-03-01T08:53:00.000-06:002006-03-01T08:57:32.490-06:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;">Well, you lucky penny, you four-leaf clover, you horseshoe, you! If the month doesn't start with a run of good things happening for you, it will begin with great things going down in your personal space. Are you in love? Is that what's making you feel so tickled on the inside? Enjoy the 1st and 2nd, no matter what's making you feel great. On the 6th, you're a flirt machine, and you're also getting a heck of a lot done at work. (Hey, it's okay to flirt with the customers sometimes.) On the 10th and 11th, get out your red pen and write 'Romance' on your calendar. Put your desires on hold the 16th and focus on someone who means a lot to you. During the 20th and 21st, you discover something you never knew, and boy, does it make you feel like one lucky duck! On the 26th, don't do anything too ambitious for dinner -- sometimes it's okay to just order pizza. On the morning of the 30th, prepare yourself for some more good luck.<br /><br />i like the part where i become a flirt machine..hahaha</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114122502210547464?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140758010580811472006-02-23T23:10:00.000-06:002006-02-23T23:13:30.600-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I can't have nice things...<br />once i had this little plant in my bathroom. unfortunately, i had to throw it away because my cat ate it.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114075801058081147?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140404103237473642006-02-19T20:44:00.000-06:002006-02-19T20:55:03.256-06:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">The frustration of recording continues!! I laid down a really good vocal track on a song that i've been working on since yesterday. I was like sweet. ... now i'm gonna be fancy and add reverb. well, in the midst of that, the program decides to shut down. and.. well i didn't save the awesome vocal track. i refrained from throwing my shoe across the room and decided to give it another shot only to have the computer start making really weird noises, and i'm recording audio so it picks up everything..it wouldn't stop. and yess...for all the studio engineers out there, i know i should have all noise coming through headphones..but well my signal flow is all messed up from yesterday and so there..i dont wanna talk about it. finally i just gave up. moral of the story..hit save. hit save a lot..i mean every two minutes..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114040410323747364?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140328414412673672006-02-18T23:20:00.000-06:002006-02-18T23:53:34.770-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">so i kinda noticed that most of my recent blogs have been rather short and to the point, which is what i tend to be noted for. but i thought i should spice things up with a paragraph. so let's see..what can i blog about?? well let me tell you about my day because it's rather exciting. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i awoke around 9am and piddled around the computer for awhile. i talked to my mom..her and dad and goin up north today to see my brother. then jess and i chatted awhile about hair and such and how she was getting her's colored today as i told her although i'm not allowed to, i'm chopping my hair G. I. Jane style in the summer.. then i had some breakfast, peanut butter toast...and that was a good time. then i decided that i needed to be productive on a day that i have nothing planned..so i did some recording. i finally figured out Aaron's recording system and was anxious on trying it. well at least i thought i figured it out. after struggling for a while i decided to eat some some lunch and piddled on the computer some more and chatted with becca and persistantly told her that she needed to go to bed. then i took a nap. i awoke bout a half hour later and took another stab at the whole recording thing and got a little further, but suddenly my fingers forgot how to play piano..i was getting quite frustrated. after a couple of insane hours of that madness i recorded one song and then decided to take a bubble bath. i think that was the highlight of my day. i dunno it's a toss up between that and the peanut butter toast. and then...i got hungry again so i thought this might be a good time to get out of the house and get some grub..but then jen called reminding me about helpin the kids at church tomorrow and that was fun. then as i was leavin to get grub i got on the computer and chatted with becca again, persistantly tellin her to eat something..and then i left to get my own grub only to find my car doors were frozen shut and there was a thick layer of ice under the snow on the windshield... so that took forever to clear off. and then i went to the thai restaurant down the street only to be closed. that sucked cuz i really wanted thai. but i saw that bongo java was still open so i went there, but their kitchen closed at 8pm...which sucked even more. i really did not want to settle for fast food so i decided to go to kroger. i got spicy sushi, gingerale, and terra chips....yum. it wasn't bad. so there ya have it. that was my day..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114032841441267367?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140276700539993172006-02-18T09:30:00.000-06:002006-02-18T09:32:25.900-06:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>There is nothing better than waking up to snow:)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114027670053999317?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140157876866348812006-02-17T00:26:00.000-06:002006-02-17T00:31:16.890-06:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;">Male ice skaters tend to have ginormous gluteus maximus muscles..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114015787686634881?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1140049867646948752006-02-15T18:28:00.000-06:002006-02-15T18:46:19.353-06:00<strong><a href="http://www.uky.edu/~krand3/Birthday_Cake5.JPG"><span style="color:#990000;">this is what i did yesterday.</span></a></strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"><a href="http://www.uky.edu/~krand3/Birthday_Cake5.JPG"></a></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-114004986764694875?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1139537840757114582006-02-09T20:11:00.000-06:002006-02-09T22:45:07.913-06:00<strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">soooo...take the word caramel. how do you pronounce it???</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">CARR-MULL..orrrr CAR-E-MUL???</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113953784075711458?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1138931408954935192006-02-02T19:43:00.000-06:002006-02-02T19:50:08.980-06:00<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Yesterday while i was at kroger, i saw a tranvestite. </strong><br /><strong>feel free to comment.but i don't wanna talk about it.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113893140895493519?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1138856185223172712006-02-01T22:53:00.000-06:002006-02-01T22:57:03.420-06:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Make dinner plans for the 1st, because you're bound to be at your ardent, al dente best. That's right:<em> You're great when you're fresh (like real Italian pasta), as you are the first day of the month (and all month long). Enjoy! On the 6th and 7th, it looks like you're bringing some of your innate crispness to work, and your ideas are like a summer salad in midwinter -- crunchy, terrific, and refreshing! You and your favorite snow pea are snapping your fingers and tapping your toes on the 11th and 12th. Is that a dancing date on your calendar?</em> On the 17th, don't forget that you know how to get what you want -- use your charm and add a little of that secret sauce. You're in the lead at home, work and play on the 23rd, but you're sleepy. Take a nap! On the 27th and 28th, you need your strength for a teensy-weensy frustration that comes your way. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">oh man these things crack me up...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113885618522317271?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1138372694458155982006-01-27T08:32:00.000-06:002006-01-27T08:38:14.490-06:00<strong><span style="color:#993300;">While i was running this morning, i saw man stretching and what i gathered from his attire, appearing as though he was about to do the same as me. I was then thrown off when he lit a cigarette. Simultaneously, he was stretching and smoking...hmmmm.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113837269445815598?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1138325255671593342006-01-26T19:20:00.000-06:002006-01-26T19:27:35.710-06:00<span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>*Sung in melody of "mary had a little lamb"*</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>ehhem..</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>"Remember when you</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> used to blog?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> used to blog?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> used to bloooooooooooog???(insert long formatta here)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> Remember when you </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> used to blooog??</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong> Jen and Meagy we miss you...."</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113832525567159334?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137958593831101962006-01-22T13:28:00.000-06:002006-01-22T13:38:07.596-06:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I encourage everyone to do this. I got this idea from a friend in Michigan. Instead of making those retarded New Year resolutions, make a list of things that impacted you or have learned this year and then tag one person. I tried to limit it to a list of ten, but it ended up being fifteen…lol Well, here goes..</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>(there is no particular order here):<br />1. Being random is cool, especially when you set side a day for it.<br />2. Music doesn’t have to be a “show n tell.” It’s an incredible outlet.<br />3. I’d be soooooooo lost without my friends and family.<br />4. Sushi is amazing. I eat it at least once a month now.<br />5. Guy roommates are great until they get a clingy, needy, girlfriend..lol<br />6. Giving blood is awesome<br />7. Regardless how early you have to get up the following morning, staying up till 3,4, and sometimes 5am in the morn hanging out with friends is totally worth it.<br />8. God is awesome<br />9. I heart LM<br />10. I like pink sometimes<br />11. Eskimos are hilarious<br />12. Community theatre is not as scary as I thought it would be<br />13. Diets are stupid. Ice cream is amazing.<br />14. It’s so easy, especially as a woman, to be taken advantage of in the music business and sometimes you gotta develop a little bit of an edge in your attitude to get somewhere. If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself. It’s a big waste of time to wait on other people.<br />15. Crappy things happen and sometimes there isn’t much you can do about it. Instead of pointing the finger at somebody, you just gotta move on and trust that God knows what he’s doin.</strong><br /><strong>*I tag...hmmmm.. Becca..LO*</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113795859383110196?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137714834636534132006-01-19T17:52:00.000-06:002006-01-19T17:53:54.663-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Altitude~it can really mess with you..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113771483463653413?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137309083764709552006-01-15T01:06:00.000-06:002006-01-15T01:11:23.790-06:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Remember that awesome theme song from Beverly Hills Cop?? (For those of you who don't know it's entitled Axel F. ) There may be no words, but it doesn't stop me from singing along. It's a rockout instrumental!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113730908376470955?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137128056496353032006-01-12T22:53:00.000-06:002006-01-12T22:54:16.496-06:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">I have 300 profile views!!!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113712805649635303?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137044337313231172006-01-11T23:37:00.000-06:002006-01-12T22:08:35.596-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"> i really like cheese puffs. not cheetos..<em>cheese puffs. </em>and... at the rate i'm goin, i'm gonna look like a cheese puff.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113704433731323117?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1137039692204166762006-01-11T22:07:00.000-06:002006-01-11T22:21:32.236-06:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Is anyone else sad that Christmas is over??? Although I was singing Christmas songs since October...I still want to sing them. I finally changed my voicemail on phone..it was the most amazing rendition of "jingle bells." and my ringtone is no longer "silver bells.' my screensaver is no longer a snowman. I gave the last of my Christmas presents on Monday. I'm so bummed right now. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>ps~ btw.. my profile pic( the holiday one with me playin the saxophone with xmas treee in the background:) is totally staying until july...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113703969220416676?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1136321496836122342006-01-03T14:50:00.000-06:002006-01-03T14:51:36.890-06:00We found some time to post, so here it is. We're in Mason, Michigan in a little library outside of Prague...er...Lansing. So far, the top secret mission has been a success. We're on our way to do some more top secret stuff that we'll tell you about when we get back. It's to unsafe at this moment to discuss. Peace out. Dee and Bee.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113632149683612234?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135985312664907302005-12-30T17:18:00.000-06:002005-12-30T17:28:32.683-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/afromeanddee.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/400/afromeanddee.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">As some of you may know, Becca and I are goin on a little road trip...but don't tell anyone it's <em>TOP SECRET. </em>soooo...just keep it on the down low okay?? also, blogging from either of us could be very limited this next week due to limited computer access, but we will try our best. well folks..i gotta go!! we gotta lot to do in order to complete our mission. wish us luck!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113598531266490730?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135902252788651802005-12-29T18:22:00.000-06:002005-12-29T18:24:12.813-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Today, while my car was getting fixed, I drove rental car. It was red so i named her Rosie.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113590225278865180?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135830175662011922005-12-28T22:22:00.000-06:002005-12-28T22:22:55.663-06:00<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">well folks, the show is finally over. can you believe we did 12 shows!!! wow..it certainly flew by. thank</span></strong><a href="http://www.lakewoodtheatre.com/WW%20100_2318%20(Web).jpg"></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">s for all of you who came to see the show. i hope you all had a good time..i know i did..lol. to see pics of the show go here:</span></strong><a href="http://www.lakewoodtheatre.com/ww_pics.htm"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">http://www.lakewoodtheatre.com/ww_pics.htm</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"> i tried posting some pics here but it wouldn't let me:(</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113583017566201192?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135733826510336422005-12-27T19:27:00.000-06:002005-12-27T19:37:06.513-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Okay folks..i searched my archive and well the fifth sentence of my 23rd post says...</span></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">"I'm in a show!!!"</span></strong></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">The Twenty-Third PostHere's the game:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">1. Search your blog archive.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">2. Find your 23rd post.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">3. Find the fifth sentence (this is meant to say something about you).</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">4. Post that sentence in your blog along with these instructions.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">5. Tag five people to do the same.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">I tag...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Dude</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Dudette</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Dudesse</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Dudie</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Duderr</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113573382651033642?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135733201789109092005-12-27T19:16:00.000-06:002005-12-27T19:26:41.836-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yo Yo Yo!!! I"m back!! Can you believe Christmas is over? I know i missed SWJ, but i don't have computer access at home, sooo..there.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anywayz, I listened to a lot of xmas music while i was home. my mom is a HUGE Neil Diamond fan..lol, and well we of course have his xmas CD. it's actually pretty good. my favorite song on the CD really isn't a xmas song, it's a hymn that was once recorded by Cat Stevens called "Morning is Broken." i love that song!! Good 'ol Neil does a good job, too. I have to admit, I think Neil Diamond is</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">pretty cool..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113573320178910909?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135305056823433972005-12-22T20:29:00.000-06:002005-12-22T20:32:35.123-06:00<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>becca likes to drink coke from wine glasses. then she acts likes she's drunk. it's a good</strong> <strong>time.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113530505682343397?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1135210286406750762005-12-21T17:56:00.000-06:002005-12-21T18:11:26.436-06:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">I'm procrastinating. I don't wanna do my laundry. i have a good four loads of laundry and i can't stand the thoughts of loading it all in the car... and then having to find an atm because i never carry cash...and then finding someone, or some store that will change the twenty dollar bill because twenty dollars of quarters is just insane..and then there's the whole waiting thing...the wash machines are like a half an hour and another half hour to dry them......then i gotta fold it and load it all back in the car...so...there. laundry blows.<br />k. i'm done complaining now. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113521028640675076?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1134858906559614302005-12-17T15:58:00.000-06:002005-12-17T16:36:02.433-06:00<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">hey hey hey..look at me being on time and stuff...:)<br />In country music, i have to admit, there are some pretty bad lyrically written songs. Some talk about their awesome pick up truck, or it's a pity fest of how their wife left because they drink too much, or how they think their tractor is sexy etc..etc..So when i hear a really good written song, it is very much appreciated. Now when an awesome singer sings an awesome song...i'm a happy camper. I must admit, although Martina McBride is not a songwriter herself, she has a knack for picking awesome songs and of course has some major skills when it comes to singing. There's a song on one of her older albums, Emotion, called "From the Ashes." It was never released but i have to say this probably my fav of hers. to view lyrics go here:</span></strong><a href="http://www.geocities.com/islandlyrics/martinamcbride/mm31.txt"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">http://www.geocities.com/islandlyrics/martinamcbride/mm31.txt</span></strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113485890655961430?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1134713595456217122005-12-16T00:05:00.000-06:002005-12-16T00:13:15.470-06:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Call me anal, but it drives me batty when people decorate their front yard for xmas and they string xmas lights only half way up a tree...or what's even worse is when you decorate a tree with a bunch of lights and only one string is blinking. now come on folks..that's just wrong.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113471359545621712?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1134611874585224712005-12-14T19:55:00.000-06:002005-12-14T19:57:54.603-06:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Seven things to do before I die:<br /><br /></strong>1. Travel around the world<br />2. Become more educated with the Bible<br />3. Take horseback riding lessons<br />4. Buy my parents a fancy car.<br />5. Learn how to sing and play to the piano at the same time…..<br />6. Learn how to swim……<br />7. Quit my job.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Seven things I cannot do:</strong><br /><br />1. Eat sauerkraut..ick<br />2. Watch a Disney musical without singing along.<br />3. Shop at Kroger and avoid the sample cookies<br />4. Eat brownies without a glass of milk<br />5. Go a day without talking to my mom<br />6. Color my hair<br />7. Refrain from jumping when I hear the ice cream truck comin down the street<br /><br /><strong>Seven things that I expect will attract me to my spouse:</strong><br /><br />1. Spontaneous and loves traveling<br />2. Humorous and likes to laugh<br />3. Appreciates that I’m a dork and loves me regardless of my obnoxious laugh<br />4. Is a Christian<br />5. Likes animals<br />6. Is not embarrassed of my big appetite<br />7. Makes me feel very comfortable and is easy to talk to.<br /><br /><strong>Seven things I say most often</strong>:<br /><br />1. Yesss<br />2. Bummer<br />3. That blows.<br />4. Awesome<br />5. Sweetness<br />6. Woah<br />7. I’m a little uncomfortable right now…<br /><br /><strong>Seven books I love:</strong><br /><br />1. Bible<br />2. To Kill a Mockingbird<br />3. Horse Whisperer<br />4. Skeletons<br />5. Coffeehouse Theology (this is a book my pastor, Jim Thomas, wrote)<br />6. Hunchback of Notre Dame<br />7. A book my mom read to me when I was little, I think it’s called The Dog Who Ate Strawberries ..not sure about that title….<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Seven movies I could watch over and over again:<br /></strong><br />1. Moulin Rouge<br />2. Disney’s Beauty and the Beast<br />3. Sleepless in Seattle<br />4. Thirteen Going on Thirty<br />5. Good Will Hunting<br />6. Seabiscuit<br />7. Forever Young<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Seven people I want to tag:<br /></strong><br />1. Jess<br />2. Last Minute…heehee<br />3. Billy Bob Bess<br />4. Ralph Jiggibopper<br />5. Lisa Dipeepers<br />6. Johnny Jones<br />7. Elvis Presley</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113461187458522471?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1134252822032064812005-12-10T16:09:00.000-06:002005-12-10T16:13:42.056-06:00<strong><span style="color:#999999;">This week I received my upgrade from T-mobile and i've been having loads of fun with my new phone:) to keep up with the holiday spirit i decided to set my ringer to my favorite xmas song~"silver bells" so i guess you can say i've been rocking out with silver bells for most of the week!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113425282203206481?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1134053598812583802005-12-08T08:50:00.000-06:002005-12-08T08:53:18.826-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sometimes i think gingerale is gross, and other times i gotta have it. right now?? i could go for a gingerale..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113405359881258380?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1133945884933414932005-12-07T02:51:00.000-06:002005-12-07T20:50:41.906-06:00<strong>Do a little nesting on the 18th. You might wash the dishes, reorganize your closets or do some other cleaning. The process will calm you down, and may help you make dust-free decisions by the 21st. </strong><br /><strong>CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT A DUST FREE DECISION IS??</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113394588493341493?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1133911799155876802005-12-06T17:23:00.000-06:002005-12-06T18:01:44.630-06:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>i feel it is quite necessary to give a public blogging apology in regard to missing SWJ, otherwise known as Saturday's Weekly Jam. feel free to call me a loser. anywayz...this week has been revised temporaly as TWJ, or Tuesday's Weekly Jam. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>This weeks song: "I Should've Known Better" by the Beatles. nuf said.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113391179915587680?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1133496488825035802005-12-01T22:07:00.000-06:002005-12-01T22:08:09.073-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Cell phones and water don't mix very well.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113349648882503580?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1133133441266567182005-11-27T17:06:00.000-06:002005-11-27T17:18:35.246-06:00<strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">As some of know, last week i took the entire week off from work. It was fantastic. I caught up on a lot of things: cleaning, laundry, shopping, and most of all sleeping. I even did some ironing!!..lol It was a good time and a break well needed. I must say I was much happier. I dunno if it was because i got more sleep, or I just didn't have the daily stress of work . Most likely it was both.Today is Sunday, however, meaning that tomorrow is back into the real world and back to cleaning toilets. grrrrrrrrrrrr. I am really dreading it. I don't wanna go back to work!!! I guess vacations have to end sometime:(</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113313344126656718?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1133030920689694782005-11-26T12:36:00.000-06:002005-11-26T12:48:40.710-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">This week was a no brainer.</span> <span style="color:#009900;">After coming home from 14 degree weather and about six inches of snow on the ground, I really got into the holiday spirit.</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Nothin is better than Bing Crosby's "White Christmas"</span> </strong><a href="http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/crosby_bing/bio.jhtml"><strong>http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/crosby_bing/bio.jhtml</strong></a><strong> . </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113303092068969478?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1132811370162062082005-11-23T23:48:00.000-06:002005-11-23T23:49:30.180-06:00<span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Hamburger Help</strong>e<strong>r is da BOMB</strong>!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113281137016206208?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1132636192352625602005-11-21T23:06:00.000-06:002005-11-21T23:09:52.380-06:00<em><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>On the 1st, 2nd and 3rd, the temperature is dropping, and you're making like an Arctic explorer in the extreme poles of your internal emotional world. You know -- it's those places where things are in a kind of permanent deep freeze. </strong></span></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">lol. does anyone else think this is funny??</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113263619235262560?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1132442824394745892005-11-19T16:58:00.000-06:002005-11-20T20:47:14.946-06:00<strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">This probably won't be as cool as my random blogs on thursday, but i have decided to give Saturday a label. Every Saturday will now be "Saturday's Weekly Jam."(SWJ) Basically, every saturday i will post a song that i've been digging and rocking out with throughout the week. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">This week's jam is "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billi Holiday. ( </span></strong><a href="http://www.cmgww.com/music/holiday/"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">http://www.cmgww.com/music/holiday/</span></strong></a><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"> )*sigh* amazing! There are many versions of this song sung by many artists and no one sings it like Billy!! Though I must say, Linda Eder( </span></strong><a href="http://www.lindaeder.com/default.asp"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">http://www.lindaeder.com/default.asp</span></strong></a><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"> )has done a good rendition of this song, butttt.. nothin can quite surpass the awesomeness of Billi Holiday. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">I've decided to give web addresses for all of the artists I post about, just in case you're bored and unfamiliar with some of them:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113244282439474589?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1132292759601671742005-11-17T23:39:00.000-06:002005-11-17T23:45:59.616-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">If it weren't for becca i would have totally forgot that today was thursday. my bad.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Remember my very first random blog??? i mentioned the castle in 840. i saw that castle today. it's still pretty cool.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113229275960167174?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1132203521884242782005-11-16T22:57:00.000-06:002005-11-16T22:58:41.903-06:00<strong><span style="color:#993399;">Here is all the info for the show I’m doin. Winter Wonderettes opens the day after Thanksgiving (Nov 25th) and will run consecutively on weekends till Dec 18th. There will be Friday and Saturday evening shows at 8pm and Sunday matinees at 2:30pm. Tix will not be sold at the door, so you will need to call this number to make a reservation (615) 847-0934. Hope you all can make it!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113220352188424278?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1131681795454341532005-11-10T22:00:00.000-06:002005-11-10T22:04:07.800-06:00<span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>It's random day thursday!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Don't you hate it when a light burns out and you don't have any light bulbs..</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113168179545434153?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1131598635080701162005-11-09T22:55:00.000-06:002005-11-09T22:57:15.100-06:00<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Just click on "meet the cast" to get pics and bios of the show i'm currently in!</span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.lakewoodtheatre.com/current_production.htm"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">http://www.lakewoodtheatre.com/current_production.htm</span></strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113159863508070116?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1131170384137205492005-11-04T23:36:00.000-06:002005-11-05T17:50:40.416-06:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">This day holds a lot of significance for me. I will apologize now, but when I write about serious stuff, I really write with my heart on my sleeve, so bear with me. (I guess that’s appropo for a songwriter). This may seem a little bit like an elongated acceptance speech in an award show, lol, but I really wanted to take this opportunity to say thanks to a lot of people.<br />Anywayz, two years ago today, I moved to Nashville.<br />Some at home in Michigan might say that I really haven’t been all that successful in my initial pursuit~ I’m not singing in any bands, I’m not singing in any clubs, I really don’t have many contacts, and yeah I’m still workin on that demo. I’ll admit, I have days where I’m not happy about that, but to say that I regret moving here is absolutely absurd. I have personally grown so much since I’ve moved and I have soo many people to thank because of that.<br />First off, I need to thank God. My faith has taken huge leaps since I moved here. I have always been a believer, but Christianity is much more than just believing!! I’m more than a believer now, I’m a follower.<br />God surrounded me and continues to surround me, with some amazing Christians. I’m so lucky. Sometimes, He has to bring tragedy into someone’s life in order to bring you closer to Him. I, on the other hand, was &shy;soooo fortunate. He brought me triumph and blessed me with friends that reflect His amazing glory. I go to church. I own a Bible. I read the Bible. Once a month I have communion. I pray and I listen. All of these things I either seldom did, or have never done at all~not until I moved here.<br />A load has been lifted off my shoulders. It took a few humbling experiences, but I finally loosened a grip on pursuing a music career. I know now, that if I don’t win a Grammy, it’s gonna be okay..lol.<br />And now for my two biggest supporters: my parents.<br />This was the one reality I expected would hit me. I wanted to know what it was like to miss them. Not that I wasn’t close with them, it’s just I’ve never been apart from them. I think the longest I’d ever been away from home was like a week. I went major cold turkey. I never moved out for college, I commuted (Go community college!!). So moving to Nashville was quite the leap! I surprised myself at how well I adapted. I adapted to the change very well actually. For those who know me, however, know that I get extremely homesick from time to time. It’s amazing. Normally I wouldn’t call myself a crier, but all I have to do is think, or talk about my parents and I can easily tear up. I love them so much. They are the most unselfish people in the world. If I needed five dollars, mom would send fifty…lol. That’s the way they are. They support my crazy dream. They want it as badly as I do. In fact, I think they want it more than I do..lol. Not many parents would do that. Most would recommend the safe and smart route. I’m so lucky (you’re gonna here me say that a lot). They will make the 8hr trip in a heartbeat to come hear me sing. It’s not something they can easily afford. They sacrifice so much time and money for me. I can’t thank them enough. I would be nowhere without my parents.<br />It was sad to leave some of my friends behind, but like high school, we all kinda move on after we graduate. I do have one friend, however, who from day one of being here, persistently called just to say hi, keep me updated on all the gossip, and would check to see how I was doin. Jess you are an amazing, loyal friend. I love you!! You helped me get through some of those lonely days when I had no one to talk to. We’ve known each other for a short 3, maybe 4 years, and it feels like I’ve known you forever! We sure have been through a lot together haven’t we??~ the drama at school, a couple of Missouri trips, the time when you and I were grilling bratwurst at your house(HA! you are so lucky that you still have your hair…LOL), you trying to keep me calm in New York before the Apollo, and not mention the boy probs..eeck!! LOL I miss you girl!!<br />I know you’re goin through a lot right now and I just wanna say that you’ve got my support and you always will. Even when other friends turn their backs on you, you know I’ll be here, just as you’ve been there for me! I love you Jess!!<br />If it wasn’t for the amazing friends that I have here in Nashville, I probably would have moved back home. Like I said, I am so lucky to have you all in my life!<br />I’m positive it was God who put that newspaper in my hand that day when I saw the ad for the Tune Town Show Chorus auditions. I didn’t even know it was Sweet Adelines. I didn’t even know what Sweet Adelines was..lol. I just wanted to be singing again. I had no idea what I was getting into….<br />So most of you now know that I’m a die-hard Sweet Adeline. I’m in an awesome quartet called “Last Minute.” We even have a posse~the LMP (Dan, Jeff, and Frank- you guys rock!)<br />~*sigh* I could write a million pages about the quartet, but I’m gonna try to summarize everything the best I can…lol~<br />Jen + Deidra = Jendra. HA!! Jen what would I do without ya!! First of all, you’re the one responsible for Last Minute. Not only did you create a monster..lol, you created a family for me:) I’m sure I’m speaking on behalf of “Last Minute” when I say you’re just an all around amazing person. We certainly are spoiled! Secondly, you’ve been one of my biggest supporters down here. Thank you for accompanying me at the Illinois trips!! It means so much!! I look up to you in &shy;so&shy; many ways: your phenomenal character and your awesome musicianship. Thanks again for being such a wonderful friend/”sister”/coach/managaer..lol. I love you Jen!!<br />Hey Meagan!! Remember, um that time when, um, we sang in another quartet before “Last Minute.” hehe.. Aww, my little red-headed Meagy!! You were the first to invite me over for dinner (your grandma is an amazing cook by the way). You were the first to call me about forming “Last Minute.” I remember the voicemail you left..haha. It was so formal…lol. It’s just so weird to think that there was a time when I didn’t know you!! You are my sister in so many ways, and it’s not because of the hair..lol. I’ll never forget that time when you house sat my cat during thanksgiving. You picked me up from the airport, and when I came home, my fridge, notorious for being quite bare inside, was stocked with a bunch of goodies-and not to mention ice cream in the freezer. I must say that was the sweetest thing. I love you Meagan!!<br />Hey Sherida!! HEY! HEY! <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HEY!</span></strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">i love you</span>… LOL!! Shereeder and Deeder, yes we are the two insane, loud, and crazy ones of the quartet..lol. It’s funny however, when it’s just you and I, we have some serious, in depth conversations..lol. I’m so glad I’ve gotten to know you better in the past couple of months. I seriously hope one day you and I will be successful in this music world together!! You certainly have a lot of talent and “Last Minute” is so lucky to have you!! We love you Sherida!! and love all the personality you’ve brought to the quartet:) oh and for the record…. I would just like to say that I think oatmeal raisin cookies are gross.<br />And then of course there’s my Becca:) Where do I begin??? What in the WORLD what I do without you??!!!<br />First of all, because of you I have a home with an endless reservation… and parents too!! Momma Deb and Papa Ron~ you ROCK!!<br />Hey Becca!! Remember um…that time when, um..we saw each other for like forty days straight. Yeah that was a good time..lol. We didn’t even get sick of each other. How cool is that!!? If there was a roommate test, we would have totally aced it! The awesome thing is those forty days weren’t intentional. We just have a blast together!! We have so many inside jokes and sayings in which we pretty much make our own lingo...lol I also feel like I can tell you, and come to you with anything and that means a lot. Becca, I could go on and on, so I’m just gonna say thanks for everything~ your support, your endless invitations, your generosity, and most of all your friendship. You’ve been an awesome and amazing friend and I continuously thank God for having you in my life!! I love you Becca!!<br /><br />So how did I get so lucky?? When I moved here I was aware of my naïve nature and anticipated a reality of some sorts to hit me in the face. I told myself I was going to embrace failure in order to teach myself to grow up. I told myself I was going to dream big, stay motivated, but expect little. Little did I know what kind of reality that was going to hit me. Little did I know what I needed and what I already had. God is good...real good:)<br />*SIGH* OOOKAY, I think I’m done now. I hope it wasn’t too sappy and painful..lol!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113117038413720549?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1131165166594281042005-11-04T22:14:00.000-06:002005-11-04T22:32:46.610-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I just wanted to let you all know that tomorrow's blog will be insanely huge. I didn't wanna shock anyone, or give somebody a heart attack..that would be bad. i realize that this is way out of my random blogging character..lol it's just that tomorrow is a very significant day for me, and for some reason has more importance this year than it did last year. It marks my two anniversay of being in Nashville. I know that sounds kinda lame, but lately i've done a lot reflecting and journaling about these two years about how i am soo blessed and how much i love all the people that are in my life right now!!! so i hope you will take the time to read it. i will blog it sometime tomorrow!! </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113116516659428104?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1131063139267698952005-11-03T18:10:00.000-06:002005-11-03T18:12:19.286-06:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">i don't mind cold pizza. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113106313926769895?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1130742776896577312005-10-31T01:12:00.000-06:002005-10-31T01:12:56.916-06:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">If only I had an extra hour everyday....</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113074277689657731?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1130469150973658922005-10-27T22:09:00.000-05:002005-10-27T22:12:31.000-05:00<strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">I would rather go twenty minutes out of my way on a different route to avoid sitting in ten minutes of bumper to bumper traffic...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113046915097365892?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1130217517552838662005-10-25T00:15:00.000-05:002005-10-25T00:18:37.556-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/eskimo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/400/eskimo.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113021751755283866?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1130213002054640702005-10-24T22:59:00.000-05:002005-10-24T23:03:22.060-05:00<strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">I got super curious and once again I’m subject to conformity. For those of you who don’t know, go to a search browser and search for "(insert your name here) needs." I found about ten really good ones. I didn't get many results with Deidra, so I used Dee as well.<br />Dee needs a break from all the urbanization. Dee needs to go to the zoo.<br />Deidra needs the help of her old friend, Rupert Giles, and his slayer, Buffy.<br />Deidra needs to set aside a special homeschool area with a designated book shelfor bin for books.<br />Dee needs Anger Management<br />Dee Dee needs a hug<br />Dee needs a strong arm to guide her.<br />DEE NEEDS TO SHUT UP!<br />Dee Dee needs Psycho Therapy.<br />Dee needs a poem!<br />Dee needs Bruce.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-113021300205464070?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1129867544041451852005-10-20T22:21:00.000-05:002005-10-20T23:05:44.056-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">i</span> <span style="color:#009900;">enjoy</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">singing</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">xmas</span> <span style="color:#009900;">songs</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">all </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">year</span> <span style="color:#009900;">long</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112986754404145185?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1129386326473522952005-10-15T09:16:00.000-05:002005-10-17T20:09:16.276-05:00<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)">I would like to sincerely apologize for being absent for "random day thursday." I let u down in my faithful random blogness. i will be forever sorry. Although it isn't the same because it is Saturday, I will still leave u with a random note:</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)">Sometimes i feel like a pumpkin. i think it's the hair.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112938632647352295?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1129165904873613282005-10-12T19:52:00.000-05:002005-10-12T20:11:44.880-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was really bored this weekend and randomly decided to audition for this community musical called "Winter <span style="color:#009900;">Wonderettes."</span> With a small cast of four woman, I really wasn't expecting much. Honestly, i just needed to get out of the house. Well, i got a callback for Tuesday evening and well.. guess what?? I'm in a show!! I totally didn't expect this, especially because there is some acting involved and frankly my acting sucks..lol. I can already tell you that the show is extremely cheesy. We don't sing with piano accompaniment, we sing along to cd tracks and yeah.. they are pretty amazing! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">the show opens the friday after thanksgiving(nov 25), and will continue every weekend until December 18th at Lakewood Community Theatre. Hope you can come!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112916590487361328?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1128914361722278812005-10-09T22:02:00.000-05:002005-10-09T22:19:21.726-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">I was doing my laundry at the laundry mat when i worked up an appetite(this is not unusual). across the street is this place called "Fat Moes" and i now that i've discovered it, i'm gonna become a fat moe. they got some ginormous burgers and they are fantastic. they also have shakes(which will be my next endeavor the next time i do my laundry) and when you order a value meal, your drink is 32 oz!!! i drank 32oz of root beer. drinking pop(okay yes i'm northener and we call it pop, and i refuse to call it anything else!!LOL) in these large quantities is surprisingly not normal for me, but it was tasty!!!!!!! yay for fat moes!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">did u ever notice that the majority of my blogs are about food????...lol. me likee food. i should've named my blog "<em>me likee food blogger</em>" haha!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112891436172227881?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1128824395930502202005-10-08T21:12:00.000-05:002005-10-08T21:19:55.936-05:00<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Is it anyone else relieved that it's finally fall?? It's a rainy, overcast chilly day and yet i'm really okay with that. the air is somehow cleaner and soon the colors will change!! i love the fall. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112882439593050220?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1128574820249771232005-10-05T23:58:00.000-05:002005-10-06T00:00:20.250-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/lastminutecrazyhats.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/400/lastminutecrazyhats.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112857482024977123?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1128574305323996662005-10-05T23:50:00.000-05:002005-10-05T23:52:55.096-05:00<strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">I like weird crap. I like it when my hot cocoa is not completely stirred. I like day old popcorn. I like cold, leftover thanksgiving stuffing right out of the ziplock bag. Yep…I like weird crap.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112857430532399666?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1128314902179829952005-10-02T22:51:00.000-05:002005-10-02T23:48:22.193-05:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>I always get irritated when i go through an artistic dry spell. Up until today, it has been a good while since i've written any new material and suddenly i think that all the songs before were flukes. It's a challenge. It's not like singing where you can be persistent and keep trying until you get right. My stubbornness works against me. You can't just make inspiration, it comes to you. ( how profound of me...lol)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Similar to many occasions. inspiration came while i was driving today. i had just got off the phone with my pal, jess, to whom i was ranting, again, about my unfortunate roommate situation (don't think i need to go there....lol) when it all hit me. i need to write a song about aaron!!! within seconds i had a hook. i was walking around walmart, also known as walfart, singing it so i wouldn't forget it. hehe.<br />i've been writing for about six years, but it has taken awhile before i was comfortable giving myself the "songwriter" title. it was an endeavor i pursued in order to have something to fall back on. thus, in the beginning i had very little confidence in any creation. now, like singing, it's a wonderful, emotional outlet. i don't write songs for other people anymore, i write them for me. maybe once i finish this song i won't feel like i need to consistently complain and vent about aaron:) i may have to write a more than one.....</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112831490217982995?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1127969011872257272005-09-28T23:00:00.000-05:002005-09-28T23:54:19.570-05:00<span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'ts random day thursday!!!! woohoo!!<br />my favorite kind of birthday cake is yellow with lots of creamy milk chocolate frosting. rainbow sprinkles are cute, but not necessary. it's the frosting that's important. what's you favorite kind of birthday cake?? (meagan i would appreciate it if you would comment on this) </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112796901187225727?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1127855456600491812005-09-27T15:12:00.000-05:002005-09-27T16:11:58.460-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/1600/dad,mom,and%20i%20at%20starved%20rock"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/809/1477/400/dad%2Cmom%2Cand%20i%20at%20starved%20rock%20%2704.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">The two most amazing people on the planet!!! We all had such a good time this weekend! I'm sad they had to leave:( </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112785545660049181?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1127451383978229582005-09-22T23:45:00.000-05:002005-09-22T23:56:23.983-05:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">if i had to choose between cleaning a toilet and vacuuming, i would totally prefer cleaning the toilet. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112745138397822958?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1127137994392892462005-09-19T10:51:00.000-05:002005-09-19T08:55:02.843-05:00<strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I think I broke my toe. I misread a sidewalk, and yeah... i think i broke my toe</span>.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112713799439289246?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1127112223831455062005-09-19T03:47:00.000-05:002005-09-19T08:53:38.783-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Today I decided to accessorize my bathroom. I was bored with the blue, white, and beige color scheme and thought i need to cheer this room up with some color! sooo yesterday i bought an amazing shower curtain with pretty flowers and butterflies that accented colors such as purple, yellow, pink, and green. I put it up today and thought, i need a new rug and few things to tie it all together with a certain color.(can u tell i get into this home decor crap??) Yellow first came to mind, but thought it would clash with the beige counter top. bummer i really like yellow. purple and green just weren't contrasting enough with the blue. shucks, i love green and purple. lastly was pink. pink??? well shoot,.... i don't want no pink bathroom. i'm kinda anti pink and kinda proud of it. maybe some clothes here and there, but pink in a bathroom??? pink in my everyday life?? i don't think so. so i shop around hoping for some inspiration when i run into a very inexpensive rug set of 2, plus a toilet cover all in pastel pink. it was just too convenient and i thought it is a <em>pastel</em> pink. if i hate it, i can return it. so i go home, clean the bathroom, and test my new accessories. i stand back and take a good look at what i've accomplished and realize how girlie i've become. sadly, i liked it. i really liked it. me, deidra, likes butterflies, flowers, and pink. what happened?? </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112711222383145506?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126840723070472822005-09-15T22:03:00.000-05:002005-09-15T22:18:43.076-05:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>I've decided that every Thursday shall become "random posting" day. Last Thursday you learned about the castle on 840. This week I would like to talk about.. <em>oregano</em>. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Watch out for them big pieces of oregano!! They'll get caught in your tonsils!!(right becca??)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112684072307047282?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126494768555949852005-09-12T00:17:00.000-05:002005-09-11T22:15:44.423-05:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>A member of my church who grew up in a city near bolixi, mississippi, just returned from visiting his hometown. Although several of his relatives now have nothing, they all are so thankful to be alive. his parents, now retired, had built a church almost sixty years ago and for many years it has been a shelter for hurricanes. The current pastor, an italian man from chicago, had just moved himself, his wife and his 2 young daughters a couple of months ago. this was someone i'm sure knew nothing about hurricanes...lol. Shortly before the attack of Katrina, the family decided not to evacuate the city and stayed in the shelter of the church, even though it was recommended that they leave. the pastor said that he felt that God in some way was telling him to stay and so he obeyed him. Needless to say, the hurricane was fierce and during the worst of the storm, the church began to flood. the salt waters rose to a good five feet, forcing the family to the second floor of the church. All the while, the pastor was second guessing what he thought God was trying to tell him. it wasn't long, however, until he heard people banging on the church door. people literally swam to the church in hope for shelter. the pastor saved so many lives that night and most of them were children. if it wasn't for his incredible obediance to his faith, he probably wouldn't have been there. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>i just thought this story was amazing and had to share it. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112649476855594985?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126302191880974722005-09-09T16:34:00.000-05:002005-09-09T16:43:11.883-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">i don't have to work on saturday...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">:)</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">:)</span>:)<span style="color:#6600cc;">:)</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">:)</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">:)</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">:)</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">:)</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">:)</span>:)<span style="color:#6600cc;">:)</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">:)</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">:)</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">:)</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">:)</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">:)</span>:)<span style="color:#6600cc;">:)</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">:)</span></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112630219188097472?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126274149526790662005-09-09T08:46:00.000-05:002005-09-09T08:55:49.530-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">i'm bummed. I don't wanna work on Saturday!!! I don't need any overtime!! I had some last week and that was enough! I wanna do something cool and hang out with my friends all weekend!!! i miss you guys! why did i say i was available!! stupid stupid stupid! </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112627414952679066?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126236905938438272005-09-08T22:23:00.000-05:002005-09-08T22:35:44.940-05:00<strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">today i was driving on 840 on my way to murfreesboro, tn and i saw this castle on a cliff. i was like woah, how cool. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112623690593843827?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1126153343262986642005-09-08T01:27:00.000-05:002005-09-07T23:29:01.386-05:00<span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>For the past 3 months my roommate and his girlfriend have been sharing a car. Particularly in the last couple of days, i come home, excited to see that my roommate's car isn't home and figure i have the luxury of having a spacious apartment to myself. So throughout the rest of the evening, i claim territory in pretty much every room. i'm chatting on the computer, i put a movie on, and later play and sing a song i've been writing on the piano. while i'm singing of course, i take liberty of my apt's awesome acoustics, only to find out that my roommate is upstairs in his bedroom sleeping. i had no idea. i apologized even though he really didn't seem to care. a couple of mornings later, i awoke on a saturday and saw once again that his car was gone. i was like "sweet! a saturday to myself." so i get up, crank up the news, turn the radio on in my room, even played my demo for a while. i think it was around 2:00pm when i had heard someone get in the shower. it was his girlfriend. apparently she has been working the "all nighter" shifts and sleeps more during the day. again, i felt kinda dumb and embarrassed. now i'm just so confused!! i'm always trying to be quiet all the time now cuz i don't wanna wake anyone up. but i don't even know if there's even anyone here!! and i'm suddenly artistically constricted...lol it's not musician friendly at the moment. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>*sigh* i need to learn how not to care bout what people think and just do whatever and not care about it..i'm so worried that i'm not gonna be a good roommate. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112615334326298664?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125719977905926542005-09-02T22:52:00.000-05:002005-09-02T22:59:37.910-05:00<span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>oh my goodness. today me and my friend meagan purchased some ice cream along with some cookie dough at kroger today. get a load of this.. cake batter with fudge ripple. i'm eating some right now. it's beyond amazing.... i just can't wipe the smile off my face right now.. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112571997790592654?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125546502484175972005-09-01T00:52:00.000-05:002005-08-31T22:48:22.490-05:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>they need us!!! give blood! go to <a href="http://tnvalley.redcross.org/">http://tnvalley.redcross.org/</a> </strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>to find a bloodrive near you! you can even schedule an appt online. just set up a quick profile and you are good to go! it takes like two minutes!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112554650248417597?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125455454794944252005-08-30T23:35:00.000-05:002005-08-30T21:31:58.706-05:00<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>i'm just sending out my thoughts and prayers to all vicitmized by hurricane katrina. watching the news is just heartbreaking!!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112545545479494425?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125454933066566242005-08-30T23:24:00.000-05:002005-08-30T21:26:17.140-05:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>k so i work with this dude.... (i know you all are thinking here dee goes on a rant again about work. work is good and i have no desire to quit anytime soon:). anywhooo, he and i get along great. he's a funny, laidback, and i have no problems working under his management. but.. he's so open about his personal life. i know all about his divorce, all of his girlfriends, his current dating life, yadayadaa... i wanna be his friend and all, but honestly it makes me a little uncomfortable. further more, he's like dating three girls right now, and not really in a casual way. he knows he's in a mess, and i guess i can understand why he occasionally needs to unload and vent. he asks for advice and such, but i'm really no help. what do i know?? i have very little experience in this field...lol..especially for someone who's like fifteen years older than me. </strong><strong>i pretty much told him to get rid of these girls he hangs out with, and try to figure out himself. today i got the wonderful opportunity to meet one of these girls during lunch. well, i really wouldn't call it lunch. in fact i lost my appetite due to their lovely public display of affection. it was so awkward!! and i can't help but think is this what it's like with the other two girls?? oiy!! i'm doin my best not to be insensitive and i will continue to awkwardly lend an ear. i haven't once mentioned anything bout my personal life, and have no desire to do so. but i guess if he has the confidence in confiding in me, then i guess i'll give what little advice i have. lol..he was complaining the other day that his life is "wasting away." i was like, "that's not true, you're just goin through male menopause." he agreed and thought it was funny.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112545493306656624?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125371858298443152005-08-29T22:10:00.000-05:002005-08-29T22:17:38.303-05:00<span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>it's true i tell you!! i've never been so happy. i reccommend a kroger brand i just recently purchased. it was chocolate with bits of CRUNCH. *sigh* scrumtrulescent, and only a $1.99- that is if u have your kroger card....</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112537185829844315?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15813770.post-1125034576099903252005-08-26T00:22:00.000-05:002005-08-27T00:32:14.906-05:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">he</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">l</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">lo!! this is my first time as a blogger... i hope i'm doin this right. i've noticed that most of my friends are way cool with this blogging stuff so i got a little envious and decided hey i wanna conform and be like them. so here i am...</span></span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15813770-112503457609990325?l=redheadedblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Deidrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13531167195558703647noreply@blogger.com1