tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152523762024-03-23T14:12:25.851-04:00Move Over Mary PoppinsA nanny since 1996, I'm tired of washing nipples that aren't mine.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.comBlogger307125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-43619490322387062852013-09-08T23:36:00.000-04:002013-09-08T23:45:05.196-04:00I blinkedTomorrow is surreal and monumental. Tomorrow is a day I could barely fathom back in 1996.<span style="color: #f1c232;"> Tomorrow Payton Taylor turns 17.</span> The girl who used to come to me for a diaper change now comes to me for guy advice. The little baby I used to hold and rock to sleep now towers over me by nearly a foot. The little thinker that used to love rides in her stroller traded in those wheels this year for a car and her first job. She is the first of 7 Taylor girls, the first one to teach me the ropes and the first little lady in my life to take a piece of my heart for her own. Payton, you'll always and forever be the reason why the very first day we met, when you were just 6 little weeks old, I knew I was meant to be your nanny. <br />
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Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-21725927213646683922011-05-04T19:24:00.003-04:002011-05-04T19:27:48.619-04:00I Guess That's Why They Call It The BlogI have not posted in so long. I'm going to have to ease back into this.<br /><br />MUST. DEFRAG. FROM. POSTING. SUCH. SHORT. UPDATES. ON. FACEBOOK.<br /><br />I promise I will write an actual post soon but in the meantime, please venture over this site and the first 4 years of Britain's life. Damn, I really didn't know what was coming for me.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-25659209510180216602009-11-20T16:44:00.003-05:002009-11-20T17:23:10.403-05:00No ExcuseWork has been taking up a lot of my time. I barely get on to check email let alone have time to blog. I HAVE been facebooking a lot. Add me: Tammy Ames. We'll tawwk.<br /><br />Brit's getting older and wiser and can even eat with utensils.<br /><br />Matt's still hot (possibly hotter?) and takes my breath away at any given moment. We're better than ever!<br /><br />Everyone in my fam is feeling the financial woes, even the ones we thought would buy us all houses one day.<br /><br />My grandma and I hang out weekly and lately, I have been thinking morbid thoughts (WHO ME?) that "this could be the last time we talk/laugh/eat at McDonalds". I've already explained to Britain what death is because I'm that strange, but I know there will be a HUGE hole when it does happen.<br /><br />Super excited about:<br /><br />BLACK FRIDAY! 4 AM at Kohls with Monica. Need I say more?<br />NOV 28 My best friend Kim is having a shower because we made her. She feels like because its her third child she shouldn't have one, but it's with her new husband and it's HIS first biological child. Basically she invited the 5 people that wouldn't stop bugging her. And <a href="http://makewayforcupcakes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Kim's</span> </a>making sugarfree cupcakes because my friend is allergic to sugar! I know! The horror!!!!<br />NOV 30: The new Pittsburgh casino and I are going to totally do it.<br />DEC 4: Someone whos name starts with Kristen and I are going to karaoke into the night and she may or may not be getting a book title "Faeries Gone Wild"<br />DEC 5 Channel 12 office party. Oh the tales I could tell if I hadn't signed that confidentiality agreement.<br />And sometime in the next few months I plan to: see an effin movie in the theater, hang with the Chicks Of 96 and take over the town of Waterford (again. They are still rebuilding from the last time), paint my living room which may or may not include the color burnt orange, take back my bedroom because right now unless you have been in my womb or have a pillow on my bed that says "Matt", KEEP OUT. Its bad.<br /><br />Merry Holidays Blogettes!!!Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-18746231251286217952009-09-15T17:16:00.001-04:002009-09-17T11:49:42.592-04:00People Of WalMart<a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/?p=2131"><span style="color:#00cccc;">U.S. of A(wesome)</span></a><br /><br />Thank you to my sister in law Monica for <a href="http://peopleofwalmart.com/"><span style="color:#ffff33;">this website</span></a> Don't ever head to WalMart without your camera again, peeps.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-21494436724967143802009-07-23T13:59:00.001-04:002009-07-23T11:07:35.604-04:00Summer With Britain<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361667567405960114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGzOnuAOH98VaBsWwP4MdqggRjxX7XnjUdsYsKYDuYfcXzzCksdJdAEObgtuJToOvJYZq5jlXxaSagCF5uLobPTAU7oMrpO7fx99sx05jJnyDk_WqVSGvDX20UIBPPJz9d1syPQ/s400/TAM+347.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>We had Britain's 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday party at 8 Great Tuesdays. About 5000 uninvited guests showed up and not even TWO Barbarian pizzas from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Barbatos</span> could feed them all. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiSgFvUdEKYluMczyB77-7ENmAxMS1GdAuwkAng8plrBswAM37KY5fO1CyY5InR3SvaTssCq6-S46ix0Rkj7oOPYw3yxeAoB8sj4Eq1GnwHvqW0zsE5ZpOHAF6kgYNCN0Pdv1BA/s1600-h/TAM+339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656934639629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiSgFvUdEKYluMczyB77-7ENmAxMS1GdAuwkAng8plrBswAM37KY5fO1CyY5InR3SvaTssCq6-S46ix0Rkj7oOPYw3yxeAoB8sj4Eq1GnwHvqW0zsE5ZpOHAF6kgYNCN0Pdv1BA/s400/TAM+339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361667572588601922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MzaOmXDfZEZ_OPiFT70qXY2-UgU0c6Z40EzLphP3PcwEAg_0kzgNMGVmREv9cs99jn44mq1jwYRXSVwKLiLgWN8Lgi-EXyMlzuEpcjnjkvUHVczjrXj-HANn5Ogfl3M4nssMWA/s400/TAM+364.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361672198900023506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOQEzKVMO0wsw50It-xDDsEnZhKFBGDxjoyWggdmxWIcnPLPg6muZUlbJWu6WR2q_HZ0GXrGQt59BF_wcSsHJPxbyjuv_z6_l7HHoZB7yhNWBx6VPuSomRZhjjuA7I149Zac97w/s400/TAM+349.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361667563386062354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBV2CcaDpPQRGw-2G7il9qTg00UtGcI9S5bwL-45NxiQZHZVXudaspX5ivlFYkT7cPrSjxiXefCQJzNCGr0ncuLO2MOwfgd9Ji9PEoToqudLyVgAdUEj8TqZZtjBV6rxDxozQYxg/s400/TAM+343.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32pumc6-rLDN4g0FWEnQ3FES5dsVElgOzvaK991twUDcgYClGx60RtO2NYam6VWyal-5SxgvPX2AmmgQWh6Abgp1zhU875Z9s2wpM5YDxo8pZCIwHpIkiR9l9Bln6yPJQdG1RZw/s1600-h/TAM+336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656926714460754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32pumc6-rLDN4g0FWEnQ3FES5dsVElgOzvaK991twUDcgYClGx60RtO2NYam6VWyal-5SxgvPX2AmmgQWh6Abgp1zhU875Z9s2wpM5YDxo8pZCIwHpIkiR9l9Bln6yPJQdG1RZw/s400/TAM+336.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dgvHR7mMGGrLw61dSp2QQmfk-mwPX8HyvxO6ohiyJD6om9krM8XxHUTgVaKgXlZok1lyu4BoxeOBh4QFn4LxnINcFOs7rovpHxbkFTtry8E9PioPBr5JCYJw9zOLin3PD44eFA/s1600-h/TAM+329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656921269811986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dgvHR7mMGGrLw61dSp2QQmfk-mwPX8HyvxO6ohiyJD6om9krM8XxHUTgVaKgXlZok1lyu4BoxeOBh4QFn4LxnINcFOs7rovpHxbkFTtry8E9PioPBr5JCYJw9zOLin3PD44eFA/s400/TAM+329.JPG" border="0" /></a> All you had to do was find the annoying yellow smiley face balloons in the crowd of thousands. Those pizzas had 25 pieces each pizza! I'd recommend them to anyone having a huge party.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFb2-98Bub4Zbpm8OupSJMcKyotxR4L_UGOyGeXNJ5LaCYjcb1zwu6pylt6QaOnvmu5XIkxNFzm5uat3erRs1OXIApqWNKLgfxORGbTs6wKsdM5FrBU4BGsE5F75YOwJ65CssBEg/s1600-h/TAM+324.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656908598329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFb2-98Bub4Zbpm8OupSJMcKyotxR4L_UGOyGeXNJ5LaCYjcb1zwu6pylt6QaOnvmu5XIkxNFzm5uat3erRs1OXIApqWNKLgfxORGbTs6wKsdM5FrBU4BGsE5F75YOwJ65CssBEg/s400/TAM+324.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeJinSroxXV-3vpulF1Llzfg8iCjX30W_1VWGDnR-UnzUsRKeMsuHVhet1Gy6A8KvxChhH4ueOq5f9KrmjKU7nk5nlqGgVZOuJsVj7bxeBPrp84uGCKG8yyNG2KpqCUDw1uWVqQ/s1600-h/TAM+317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656899901740322" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrcfFwcS4VZ5E__Jc_oz2NkQ_07wKjdUGI8SPMHuomXuvHA4b6wjeuo-b83U4rqD4l6cKSyS2JV_cUZJsqkTlcrwTMEBoCax6_DFs165BS-8aBA50Lt2LlFCACT0uZ-dKgzvC_A/s400/TAM+304.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">Nana and Britain<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih89-KFSsR7ApB78bRFZfL9KFW0ajey7jxPHKk69zTY9noYA7rc3DrHcH-VhkZR1efFSYEg5_YA1M11VPDYkYwJJqb7T_rwvEKHy1HITgeeMoJN2FOiA5h6_R6V6lJVo9ZdciUqA/s1600-h/TAM+303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361315587787435826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih89-KFSsR7ApB78bRFZfL9KFW0ajey7jxPHKk69zTY9noYA7rc3DrHcH-VhkZR1efFSYEg5_YA1M11VPDYkYwJJqb7T_rwvEKHy1HITgeeMoJN2FOiA5h6_R6V6lJVo9ZdciUqA/s400/TAM+303.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-83781361794415508972009-07-20T13:37:00.004-04:002009-07-20T13:53:14.321-04:00Preschool: Year One<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='472' height='399' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrMw-NTPyOzAL5bNBhiCbJtkDzrw77q-bGoWK1nl3XglFGKiu6WZUlqtPqYyTgMYBF2bS60wad2-U' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Video where Britain had to demonstrate to me what she was saying because I am obviously an idiot. "Daaaaark!!" *switches off light. "Like that."<br /><br /><br />End of year Preschool Picnic<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOhbAqsqIovPQ5Pu0TkicEPOw9fqyLUtJejv5W_Z52biIq8aGQ4QOg78xJsSOlZ53vY-Hoik9gIkA7zvoCKa7i2OQ504p3ttYcI3FKwimbtflYNwEBhkpCIMmzgvYucKw5fcuYw/s1600-h/TAM+186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600360345218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOhbAqsqIovPQ5Pu0TkicEPOw9fqyLUtJejv5W_Z52biIq8aGQ4QOg78xJsSOlZ53vY-Hoik9gIkA7zvoCKa7i2OQ504p3ttYcI3FKwimbtflYNwEBhkpCIMmzgvYucKw5fcuYw/s400/TAM+186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HA9iftPj78DhdCVZtR44SiIitQYVqcgNoXBh9WjZhLVJB12ghesqOwfuxLNIjw191KijxR-P-Um6YwnAPScIrg8ZQZ2A6zrz9ScJd5YwRg9BzMcJT_r0XwFRF_snuziNea-TTg/s1600-h/TAM+185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600358267384706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HA9iftPj78DhdCVZtR44SiIitQYVqcgNoXBh9WjZhLVJB12ghesqOwfuxLNIjw191KijxR-P-Um6YwnAPScIrg8ZQZ2A6zrz9ScJd5YwRg9BzMcJT_r0XwFRF_snuziNea-TTg/s400/TAM+185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBg_7Ze57ia3_Tu7FPaq36_e0nT-XZOz4iloBmpt8B9974s7FQ72nrqDTtJOY_Htdwm67Y858IlBsXzh2Ne7eiiOb2MBB1fwMFDEh4kB2lor_T3Js61wfXom1_P4Bb4vC_5vuQQ/s1600-h/TAM+184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600354630738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBg_7Ze57ia3_Tu7FPaq36_e0nT-XZOz4iloBmpt8B9974s7FQ72nrqDTtJOY_Htdwm67Y858IlBsXzh2Ne7eiiOb2MBB1fwMFDEh4kB2lor_T3Js61wfXom1_P4Bb4vC_5vuQQ/s400/TAM+184.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrt-WGkHW76r2COoljjL_Anz5go75PECun19_3Sz0Ft6yPdBzTtEYSbelS1o8mAm2CmR0Ijug0j5Ifgo6W32ReZ2k1UnhEXlYTZwIEiALmJ3Tn9meh3LNu7TbmnmmNvaBZ0qIXA/s1600-h/TAM+187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600348106988754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrt-WGkHW76r2COoljjL_Anz5go75PECun19_3Sz0Ft6yPdBzTtEYSbelS1o8mAm2CmR0Ijug0j5Ifgo6W32ReZ2k1UnhEXlYTZwIEiALmJ3Tn9meh3LNu7TbmnmmNvaBZ0qIXA/s400/TAM+187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-78214612431830293922009-07-20T13:18:00.003-04:002009-07-20T13:32:24.689-04:00What I Did On My Spring Vacation Pics<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;">May, 2009</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMjxmdum-e21ZaI3e6IaWTGOpYE-pL4HXQjNXKlTb361UdlnOS7KQzT9C-5P4q2nyFyxg3EWbdFzabpPIyu4_1Q3dg21XH3AY3JIigPRUD6ChS3VYb1NFrAa_GlfzgKY5RAoZzQ/s1600-h/TAM+161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360595353793838274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMjxmdum-e21ZaI3e6IaWTGOpYE-pL4HXQjNXKlTb361UdlnOS7KQzT9C-5P4q2nyFyxg3EWbdFzabpPIyu4_1Q3dg21XH3AY3JIigPRUD6ChS3VYb1NFrAa_GlfzgKY5RAoZzQ/s400/TAM+161.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;"> Pittsburg with Mark and Mary NOW ENGAGED!!! Wedding next May!<br /></span></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATllkqHhYfi7ZBngMiyvjgFwaMrvAY0fnnkpDon2-r3vtqvUj0DOy0777mDmLFUfD02vjmOzdxjGSD_sqo51qVcxjmJjYoJ4_9gFPn443nzxbCAdgeldg0GH9yb5VvOLTTW9lnA/s1600-h/TAM+172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360595339989873282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATllkqHhYfi7ZBngMiyvjgFwaMrvAY0fnnkpDon2-r3vtqvUj0DOy0777mDmLFUfD02vjmOzdxjGSD_sqo51qVcxjmJjYoJ4_9gFPn443nzxbCAdgeldg0GH9yb5VvOLTTW9lnA/s400/TAM+172.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkni9tffPjbv4bVjfonc6pb82opdYA86uqk4HdWSLCZ7YjrRddve95DmpAXbaJCZqDuoJiy0v1hTAR0D1ehKQoylyzx9Q8zDkDa9SOWheYNGmzSvNDzo0wkuy3ASD5x6tusufNfA/s1600-h/TAM+171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360595335985122466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgni0ssZFEphqja22vFjRV-SIEI2Ji4hfTKAwv8j-1jaPYfHDgFeFOpdm_4_8MNb3NaHkSSdwFzk3UgGAY1e7gOaqomRQRmxxCGoikAV4hFMEXJxed-Kbkod9n70XDRvpv6TiLFXw/s400/TAM+178.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>"Uncle Cheggs" graduates from Alfred University!!!</strong></span></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtUucx1KotTgqeuDXtQx6m9952M9qNj8pzY2rW1z2TCraqeE5qbpp81tbe8b9t8JKJ92g5Qpqg0ZHfaM7XrJC1kvR1te_3f0qMjsThBioBlBE9Of1owu_BTC3mTiwoQoVDHaNXQ/s1600-h/TAM+150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360594197900076306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtUucx1KotTgqeuDXtQx6m9952M9qNj8pzY2rW1z2TCraqeE5qbpp81tbe8b9t8JKJ92g5Qpqg0ZHfaM7XrJC1kvR1te_3f0qMjsThBioBlBE9Of1owu_BTC3mTiwoQoVDHaNXQ/s400/TAM+150.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360594192411532866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79Qa4ZupQLoaTrfvusA8T-XNCXgEzxzMWZ2Ch5JH5A9U-QKGBHzTDhvJKE-G7QpwtDOfa5Z6ygsXl2oSRdqqLWc_BqXu_yGb0aXUMVqwcsCHNBq2nw17Y7-iYQthdsrJb-RuCUA/s400/TAM+183.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-2786525753188696172009-07-20T12:43:00.003-04:002009-07-20T13:03:01.118-04:00Erie Idol Final Pics<u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;">Thursday April 16, 2009</span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5xSf6QbkoUX96-0IzDK1x34EXg7SGyqWOo5F5ouDEv4WDF8lk5dQn_U4FvKSqRhlPkRGwGqt-bjOOv8cmIxjqnwn2dvebRt2Xsyrj7w1BZrcFJYfmPaTuMC8XASBcF71lkgbLA/s1600-h/TAM+107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360587761551004402" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFXUC9KJoH81gXr0t1iPCVsYZJ5-PO86VED_uEhGxrOSF4gO2wFk2w6V0k6clgx_qGxZcetgs-ElAkyrRS29-bWOFJWbzSSsFDLgmknzrSUn2LP5ecPmxVUFXwmDwp0hTIEOo0Q/s400/TAM+091.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-53166665443281868292009-07-20T12:37:00.003-04:002009-07-20T15:49:03.573-04:00Erie Idol VideoThis is a VERY DARK video of my semi final performance at the Cell Block.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='433' height='323' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzLgESu1XPcx0schrKWVQW2wkSJsTOUteYay3SMlh_vzR6TIk3rKD2kjpY2TOWv33__oTiwZTRj_RE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-70421174527513407932009-07-13T13:56:00.004-04:002009-07-13T14:23:26.301-04:00Tam Is Dead Tam Is Dead Tam Is Dead Tam Is DeadNo, I'm not dead. There's too much debt I have to pay off before I can die. My computer at home is just a piece of shit. I don't even try to get on it anymore. So posting will be few and far between.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>New things:</strong></span><br /><br />Brit is now 4 years old as of last week. Ugh. At least she's turning into more of a lady than ever before!<br /><br />I'm spending more time at home, mostly because I'm broke and can't afford to drive my car more than I have to. Sometimes I get so stir crazy I find things to organize like my spice rack. Two weeks ago I took everything out of Britain's room and put everything back where it should be. I was a Lysol commercial.<br /><br />Matt and I are better than ever. He's a great husband. Sometimes we even hold hands in public.<br /><br />Britain takes swimming lessons now. She is no longer afraid to go in past her bellybutton.<br /><br />I am going to Chicago this weekend with Matt's parents and Britain to visit <a href="http://www.americangirl.com/stores/location_chi.php"><span style="color:#ffff00;">The American Girl Doll Mansion.</span></a> Can you feel the excitement rushing through my body? Why the hell are American Girl Dolls so damn expensive? The closest thing I ever had to a doll was the 2 for $1 barbie dolls at Dollar General and it took all of 3 days to buzz all their hair off. I DID enjoy playing with my one and only Cabbage Patch Doll, Katrina Lynn and I'm ashamed to admit I carried her around until I was 13. But I AM excited to see Chicago. It's been a favorite city of mine since I found out Fred Savage grew up in a suburb nearby. And I've never been. Plus his parents are totally footing the bill! Matt's parents, not Fred Savage's.<br /><br />I've decided the people I have no interest in hanging with are not worth my time and I'm tired of pretending I can put up with you and your tantrums. This does not mean that the people I haven't seen in forever and miss hanging out with are in this category such as Kristen B., ron r., Erin F. and Monica A.<br /><br />Matt's 10 year reunion from high school is coming next weekend. Man, I remember mine like it was yesterday, before electricity and iPods.<br /><br /><p>All the pictures I've taken recently are stuck on my memory card. I will upload soon.</p><br />Until then, Bloggys...Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-73451172933699271832009-05-18T10:10:00.005-04:002009-05-18T10:19:07.606-04:00Adam LAMEbert<div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337167778859718530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSGpE3N3ydCQG36LwwNwFEqTscjI0BPsuWz_WTMpvtrK3ALCQZhTTvWeQqXJhzv88lonoNQYcOMbHPDnjNecn5YiPW0BIHMNRZ_P3ytXXTWHrwPG5EgEfjduF2AkOkesmggkALA/s400/KrisAllenLive.jpg" border="0" />If anyone can text me on how Kris Allen is doing Tuesday night, May 19 and the phone number to vote for him I would greatly appreciate it. Matt and I will be at a Springsteen concert in Pittsburgh and he won't let me stay behind in the hotel just to watch "that guy". I am of course <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DVRing</span> back home, but I really want to vote.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337167777017857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYPNytSONiS27Rc4ctBj69Hy-IyxUk8StvhWLwONhPsJ-3X0iix_HIr7jBoJdw6zfxc1AaLUxUpU63sRDQb7hbhD-0srPrcPT34ER9OEOvmmTJ8sHwVMeJnyqCqM5JfvkzUPMPw/s400/Kris1.bmp" border="0" /></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-38314335039868654552009-05-06T22:04:00.002-04:002009-05-06T22:15:52.507-04:00YESI can't believe it! I am so happy he's still here. But really: Allison got a bum rap. She's gone and Kris and Danny are still there? Crazy! And am I the only one who doesn't understand the phenomenon that is Adam Lambert? That fucker needs to switch it up. Damn! <br /><br />Oh, Kris. You live to see another week! Congrats!Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-88975346153893091492009-05-06T13:48:00.007-04:002009-05-06T14:22:41.508-04:00Ain't No Sunshine When He's Gone<div><div><div><div><div>Since I probably won't be seeing him for awhile past tonight, I wanted to post some pictures of Kris Allen. You know, because he holds a guitar so nicely.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332769887412915378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZWK4Hmp04IAweDi9cSNkiaPYg6aaiSjy_MkXVlNwpWbN0cOYici415ILJ8Ke73vU97wpe2z8mheTtZzfUJj0D_Gx5nFHJ_193d4ltCUQk_8WLg37pFAS_SFxucxo-YyMQaEiBw/s400/Kris1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFey7bxzGobSX34zCmlzR86NdE5vzot39KBPYeyjPkLA5z3AUK7TTZh6yZSD5CRsdwLNAdJb6nLI7wN8GNJq_4hvAe3lAzXqe8F_S6q_DRzTKx7AFb4SYOo2-TEhJ7fUbOTjdjtg/s1600-h/Kris3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332769892607745986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFey7bxzGobSX34zCmlzR86NdE5vzot39KBPYeyjPkLA5z3AUK7TTZh6yZSD5CRsdwLNAdJb6nLI7wN8GNJq_4hvAe3lAzXqe8F_S6q_DRzTKx7AFb4SYOo2-TEhJ7fUbOTjdjtg/s400/Kris3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332769896432168018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuc0kEi5m3t88BWrEqEJRnPVXO2ZEcX9W-LYXqy4jEI3sG4zf9cZxwj4S6KIDyxSeVTsftyprBSEhdAv2JFwqiL8ENkgrn6uvRwXoEpIZzzwFc25r6mZGjbVFjAYzw-KhH-CAJw/s400/Kris4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br />And he totally looks like my husband... Bonus!<br /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s1600-h/Kris5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332773649292432098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s400/Kris5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIOdaY9MpjIOZ9aDuXWWEIUKlUu9Zp358wPH06GVJL7bh76R1U8JtcT9hSmsel6EhdL4GcyePy-I2RpTIX4feIp6lkb_KrZk7crnRDBgz5EBvgyFAdIESM7vtaowK_NEOIsDtJA/s1600-h/T&M.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332772329933021826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIOdaY9MpjIOZ9aDuXWWEIUKlUu9Zp358wPH06GVJL7bh76R1U8JtcT9hSmsel6EhdL4GcyePy-I2RpTIX4feIp6lkb_KrZk7crnRDBgz5EBvgyFAdIESM7vtaowK_NEOIsDtJA/s400/T&M.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s1600-h/Kris5.jpg"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s1600-h/Kris5.jpg"></a> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s1600-h/Kris5.jpg"></a> </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbfkUrz9AQYGDBgkAp1yNmbZicb4qdMIIyFCJuZ_NfMdcXZsjwLzJLaLi_IpV37VE5eGqFzs4yV0z-P2HEeNsA4d-fqT96XDCt-xhhA9kmXVA4sEGJh_hqraiz4pNX6RzKuQOYQ/s1600-h/Kris5.jpg"></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-75033947814970200992009-05-04T10:41:00.005-04:002009-05-04T11:11:54.686-04:00Update...er DowndateI'm not getting very much sleep. When I am sleeping, I'm not really sleeping.<br /><br />I can't stop eating. I've gained control the last two days but I've also gained ten pounds in the last two weeks.<br /><br />I wish I didn't know so much about you. I'd rather be left in the dark. Ignorance is bliss; it's true. I know so much, in fact, that I don't even know you anymore.<br /><br />When looking at the history of people who visit my blog, someone keeps checking my site for the Erie Idol winner. In case you were wondering and don't know already, I did alright but was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooooo</span> very nervous and unprepared. I didn't get too many final pictures that night because it was such close quarters and I felt dumb for taking pictures. <a href="http://makewayforcupcakes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffff33;">I made Kim do it!</span></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HAHAHA</span> But I will post some when I get them uploaded. The top 5 out of the top 20 that night moved on to the second round. I didn't make it to top 5. Someone who sang the same song as I did (Total Eclipse Of The Heart) made it to top 5 because she came with her own disc, practiced more and sounded better and deserved it, simple as that. The woman that won Erie Idol was totally deserving and sounded just like Melissa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Etheridge</span> though I hadn't heard her perform an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Etheridge</span> song. It was a great night with so much talent. I was happy to learn I was one of only 2 or 3 other rookies. The rest of the finalists had competed in Erie Idol at least once before. Some of the top 20 had been in it 3 other times!!! I will not be competing next year. It's hard to find a babysitter when almost everyone you know wants to come out and root you on. Although, I'm so glad I did it. I still can't believe I made it that far. I was seriously surprised <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">every time</span> they called my number and wasn't surprised at all when they didn't. Congrats again to all the finalists! You felt like an extended family.<br /><br />Damn I'm broke. All of the sudden I noticed it. I used to have such a nice cushion but my spending has been bad lately. I buy a lot of shit... like Starbucks and 8 dollar martinis, 4 bathing suits for Britain and dinner for the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fam</span> because we have no groceries and/or I get home too late to cook something. My credit cards are the highest they've ever been. It all started with my car. I guess I probably should have waited to buy a gas guzzling SUV that costs me a paycheck every month.<br /><br />I wish I saw Kristen more. Hell, I wish I spoke to or emailed her more. If it weren't for YouTube, I wouldn't even remember what she looks/sounds like.<br /><br />I was asked to sing a song ("The Rose") last weekend at my Grandma's church. I used to go there all the time when I was a kid. I really did love it. When I got up there on stage, all I could think about was the great times with my Papa and I broke down at the end of the song. Top 5 most embarrassing moments of my life. At least some of the other people were crying too.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-444918261167506102009-04-23T10:20:00.005-04:002009-04-23T10:32:49.229-04:00It's All For You DamienBritain has not been following <a href="http://tambritainmatt.blogspot.com/2005/08/letter-to-britain.html"><span style="color:#ffff33;">the rules I taught her to live by</span></a>. She's been down right evil the past year. I warned Matt that age 3 is far worse than that "Terrible 2" farce. Age 2 has nothing on age 3. And I am beginning to think she is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">possessed</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">HORNS!</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327891637372033730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzrfWKWT2VkeUug8RR2kFvKIZVT_AODl_U6EP9mhutprpKQpLE92kQgDrxfT-eCPf6P1zq4zlm3NzgLqfMaEXg2wVBRqQn-RccCUd5zXubsKMphtfQUFxbaW7wNZcK-Fryi2vU6w/s400/Brit+Evil.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Top Ten Reasons Why Britain Is The Devil's Spawn</span></div><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">1</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Britain can scream at a level that can't even be heard by dogs...in a packed grocery store...full of perfect children who stay in shopping carts and don't open food before it's paid for therefore being the child that all mommies tell their children never to act like.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">2 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">She kicks and punches her teacher. I think she is most possessed while in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pre</span>school because it takes place in a basement room of a catholic church.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">3 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Matt is totally handsome enough to be the Devil.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">4 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Cleanliness is next to Godliness which explains why she removes all the water from her bath and onto my bathroom floor and doesn't let me brush her hair or her teeth EVER without a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">throw down</span>. This also explains why she insists on trying to wear the same outfit everyday.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">5 </span>Her cheeks get bright red from the heat that radiates from her body on a 30 degree day. She likes to run around in a pair of dress up shoes and nothing else. Her favorite drink is water with ice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">6 </span>I have seen her horns and she has a devil's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hoof print</span> on her back. It used to look just like a heart but it has now separated into two hooves. This is not sarcasm. This is no joke.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">7 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">She is banned from coming with me to watch the big girl's little baby sisters (triplets). She amused herself by screaming so loudly they cried in fear and pain. Or they saw through her disguise. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">8 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Her favorite moments in movies or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TV</span> shows are when people get hurt, fall down or get knocked out. She will laugh out loud. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">9 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">She is the most misbehaved when I have a very important meeting/phone call/Starbucks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">appt</span>.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">10</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> She has been entirely EVIL in the car on the way to Matt's parents, spouting I HATE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">YOUs</span> and YOU'RE NOT MY MOMMY while unbuckling her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">car seat</span> and rolling down her window to chuck books and toys out of my moving vehicle. But when we get in the driveway of their house, she has transformed into the sweetest little girl you've ever seen. Even her pigtails are in place. And they believe not a word I say. </span></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."</span></p>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-53653724112676005482009-04-16T10:23:00.000-04:002009-04-16T10:41:42.209-04:00Top Twenty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6rGtmDTmb2DecITaA589L5Ls-7OWPxhN8ec75Y1tcxm4u7BOQf5v00VGw3EQH9ATdDBeRPe5kbCRfCa3krvj094tlqmKKuNJfxJmgd8LOsptjXgKkTJHecLS-WAVwynAvnXF3Q/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293727418984290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6rGtmDTmb2DecITaA589L5Ls-7OWPxhN8ec75Y1tcxm4u7BOQf5v00VGw3EQH9ATdDBeRPe5kbCRfCa3krvj094tlqmKKuNJfxJmgd8LOsptjXgKkTJHecLS-WAVwynAvnXF3Q/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>I'm sorry I didn't get to post the pics on here yet from the semi finals. <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">P.S. If you want to check out all the pictures you can visit </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/tambritainmatt"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#33ffff;">MY MYSPACE</span> </span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">under pics in the Erie Idol album. </span>I'll post just a few but I don't really have time to post all I really should...that's because I'm practicing, bitches </div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">.......FOR FINALS!!!!!!!!! Top Twenty!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">They are holding the finals tonight at Jr's Last Laugh at 9 pm. The top twenty singers now sing to be in the top 5 at the end of the night and those 5 get to perform a 2nd song. Then the winner will be determined. It's a 1 and 1 millionth chance I'll win but a 1/56th chance I'll be top 5 so I'm pretty psyched. Seriously, I am so happy I did this and made it this far. It's pretty amazing! </span></div><br /><br /><div>My family and friends are the best!! Countless texts, emails, comments. Kristen and Ray came from Cleveland, holding a total kick ass sparkle sign (see above). The chicks of '96 did more than represent (see below). My cousin David and his girl Ang came from Pittsburgh. My Grandmother's birthday is today and she's on the guest list when she should totally be playing on 5 dollars all night at the casino. And dude, my Grandma was at The Cell Block! Half the crowd is related to me and most of them haven't missed a single performance. And I am by far the person with the most audience support. It's great! Thanks everyone for so much ba<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgen7RsaYolRfT5Bg_GTA3gQ9brmF8IRabP0niygywVZu54ATQcndx3-p7nXweI-j-9XJStaDrwsUls5TlN5hWECluH5JosQ3dRm-TY_tIZKGGSA1uGKj3JLOvSjC8TirJ_y1zIKA/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291203442559602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgen7RsaYolRfT5Bg_GTA3gQ9brmF8IRabP0niygywVZu54ATQcndx3-p7nXweI-j-9XJStaDrwsUls5TlN5hWECluH5JosQ3dRm-TY_tIZKGGSA1uGKj3JLOvSjC8TirJ_y1zIKA/s400/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /></a>cking.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUE7tdJJQXSuWnDjti1jUswBabrOPlqZHWfLg0qHjbb18ZSt4yoKT6ckVdxqxdkkf4jCT5olSHCzlJCNM2nAEBwVWAQryleuM_QDtLirtSExsPb5T2OX8sAlJ6hTwfyG2i2hUwQ/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291200911256914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUE7tdJJQXSuWnDjti1jUswBabrOPlqZHWfLg0qHjbb18ZSt4yoKT6ckVdxqxdkkf4jCT5olSHCzlJCNM2nAEBwVWAQryleuM_QDtLirtSExsPb5T2OX8sAlJ6hTwfyG2i2hUwQ/s400/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQx_U2Smdp_Xv6-ou-yFvLIvoTiiOTE_sUu8D8brJ5hsNDV_jYRnRV2TF3TwZj1Ao42tsbN_tJNJnw17gdF98YqmxexeMpGvzZkEPf3_LR0nneJI-tJ_dTTn7m58LQyAhC713LAA/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291205445418770" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji7DNqQRe-FK9XE6BUslThEpoj-C2qBuikrXMNvjaLizE04B8qt8k-73eWOIGmdUrZiVNkRzSK6H2wNeBa4l0viAIFQPiMFeb_fP04cwkld5wqeq2D6Lon2QO7tN_5Cvg8c1Vhg/s400/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSPzI4K1V-XJwNJFWtQTNgt52cnTPZnA1CYSQq3gVfZZQYK9gkKmq0FRf_3vtUenbl3ATgaFh4VRx30X6re7WvuCuudfdXtis5i2eY2dMUdVcNjaCAuQ7QEcmtMot8nzmsU0-VQ/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293726490943938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSPzI4K1V-XJwNJFWtQTNgt52cnTPZnA1CYSQq3gVfZZQYK9gkKmq0FRf_3vtUenbl3ATgaFh4VRx30X6re7WvuCuudfdXtis5i2eY2dMUdVcNjaCAuQ7QEcmtMot8nzmsU0-VQ/s400/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKaC0KokNbWC9cKsHG4pYO7oKukuc6RYZCk2OMGbpfYyBU-9It3JwiWQUxFwd1g_75YcuVhNGGNGdeKByaCAehHJkmsm5vcA-XWbfjOuUMVdYJwd7vtkQfDDGW1R32SWl8E6faQ/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325293723057841682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWKaC0KokNbWC9cKsHG4pYO7oKukuc6RYZCk2OMGbpfYyBU-9It3JwiWQUxFwd1g_75YcuVhNGGNGdeKByaCAehHJkmsm5vcA-XWbfjOuUMVdYJwd7vtkQfDDGW1R32SWl8E6faQ/s400/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-930011339712277602009-04-16T10:22:00.000-04:002009-04-16T10:41:10.573-04:00Easter Britain<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297533405386962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoMyKUx6lQELU8ke4ZAXuSTNTD3bZBz5ZuUqCVZbAws_YNt6SkRWpV5Afy9WLyOCQe-xnDIHwaEgnFyLcrAf_Z6UdoE4H-dTd6gFl_EqOEWciGqJ8S8p4H8ohh_kcGs0WoJ6sYg/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297537597884018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvAjCHRz92r45t-5l4whahZdjhemIH1H_Bml6mbvZmGuaoSt4PN1MmoHlPqkDa51I8OaaG1mAAIYcM4jj-i3fOEAgA-ZuhqYrdTUeZO2KD4oS0tXqQGEidCvb2SWwaSLwTPBhTA/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297544555795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWmXmto6cQwBVT5k7EWKc3dNlttoFLYwSTCElt8a94lxapJF20SromICAibdbRkVzHqHuLDqN8vPuUzbAPTVex_MEBN-uYJFlVEQJjbhedPObYUXOLcySCmkog453Pp_zLz0liw/s400/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297537229653234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyblIZgGQLFM1064aaXeod_JiyDAa1Zl_kYfgruKd7Da5G8IhtGVWNTYpfpbdgHtlZ1cgk9R3tT7QFXfQjKNUbW_HhUFlnAEQYBh_5rz4vUK2hGORsYmvcDdNFGui3rZOA-A9VjQ/s400/DSC01416.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298406287855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2LE7hXLWgbIaQcENPUyNko_2QUkkXY8UCa2Dmvw_te3dADdmU-JyAgvr39F7J4NwwZFWy2E2wgInOzD62c9WgPWwTGgAJR1dR29Vy1Oh0wNKpbUvOQX2vVPy-Agsq3OGXf7H3Q/s400/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298409741462082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IA0l0aXPeCD9ZXdecZHt6OLYlQEDKr8p6xAAaaazMjp7I6Xf8vqTTMMo3knZPqkOrYG8IVVQ_Uy_YtNQlQRAHzLs1hLZd03loUKe7nx38cwQxmDYvOikx6Na5rivXov2IG0zuw/s400/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" />Britain had a pretty great Easter. Not only did she win the GRAND PRIZE at the Easter Egg hunt on Saturday at the Kingsley United Methodist Church but she was in the Erie Times for it. Plus she found her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Easter</span> basket in the bathtub before Matt could take a shower and unknowingly step right into it in his morning stupor. That Bunny is tricky.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298416392994898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKxUH5gK4S4QkOA54J7xY79S0onMWpFqKbHl0Ixr6L6u6TX2IT4rsPKFoZfvAsYKc-YgytJlEq0O-etMH1XKTnfeuGjvf9l5Y-AE5IEj3Ay22bwJKxb7rIB6g4xsVjNll-2TlJg/s400/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298418458911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcDGB3ZJyClKBK-LEXawFRuJfvALnjvNq5csv_MXc6q1LeocyvCvjRTbEjLQ95meDy6BKsmgErP2cb-cIBOSpSBVwlf8WQYC2Ggf1RYarfhkTH_8jVHQ_BucvbdqL1_DXqCODew/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325297547706408306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDNsYhQRSIjfSaxdct8KfqfGI1hvdU48pzmj0Vlnq9OxtDSt4qcnfoJ6O9TVntd0kF5d_65-zD9uu7KzB6_v0IsSYVIYuaZCAWUOUIjrc12xA7hBFUKDT6CanECoLa1mGiZtobA/s400/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298417872447202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPuR85fXVD9PpL4NODEzCsoiKf6Jwwb9n0-hK4hZEIqT2n1Mu37D5XUVe4SSkVoVcVRNrQ-wrdlH38Frzcn-0mSrGQ_9ZRPsKtSFigiWGVx2_kit3vY9RRKAVJzqV9Mnt5mIbKQ/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" />Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-21487411714758106742009-04-06T12:48:00.002-04:002009-04-06T12:42:18.687-04:00Is The Economy To Blame?.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwtAGIp0nQ&feature=haxa_popt00us02"><span style="color:#ff9966;">What</span></a> <a href="http://www.action3news.com/Global/story.asp?S=10131489&nav=menu550_2_1"><span style="color:#33ffff;">The EFF</span></a> <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2009/04/05/washington-murders.html"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Is Going On</span></a>?<br /><br /><br />*Warning Turn down sound for first link<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-16840429796850707262009-04-03T12:00:00.000-04:002009-04-03T12:17:03.970-04:00Is That Pat Benetar?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319818380711278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBukOoOxTd5neWlgEKJvoWxEvJnZIvlSoIxu7-JPD5lvTnMZ9i1oEIMpS_viwgLecx8_FOQesc1gAhZdq-M2N5YbiJAg49TsF1DoasMHkppsz14MoZzO6nkDazIBPedkjcG7rPQ/s400/EI01.JPG" border="0" /> Well, round 3 of Erie Idol down, semi finals and finals (fingers crossed) to go. This time we actually took pictures and now there is documented proof that I wore animal print, neon pink nail polish and a lace belt all in one outfit.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319818385887359330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2Eooypnm72wigQ26Walt3pFkOjRIZXbsYef1jRCbjV8PqAyt7_mnn10VmH8N1RBIsWgHv3JZ5l4PfAVNQpU8f7OUSXe7-CjAMmp4M7eP0b9PAU-alvNFdjSMyoYb80yPq2en2g/s400/EI03.JPG" border="0" /><br />I was first to sing which made it both nerve-wracking and relieving all at the same time. I think I did great but effed up the lyrics. Also I couldn't down enough water beforehand and it felt like my throat was closing up at the end.<br /><br /><div><br />There were so many people that showed up, whether they knew one, two or numerous people in the competition! It was a good thing that I decided to sing another high energy song (Joan Jett's I Hate Myself For Loving You) because it seemed everyone else decided to do a slow song that evening.<br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820654906715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzs4e1CancxB80KUfmC2vopbFr5GXOKPaKkaFH2tuUF1l1tGndWVSkZvZRvAvgwAw1qVhvDrJJH9XY9os6Bgug1qr35bPCxgCCfRQaq7tynpOZEfBqYOcaPY1Wn_7yDAJPFDhuQ/s400/EI06.JPG" border="0" />Awhile back, my mother called the day after I made it through to this round and reserved the balcony area at Oasis. This is why Diana gets whatever she wants. You cannot tell my mother no. She will not accept nor acknowledge anything less than her ultimate outcome. That woman must have called Oasis 10 times making sure we had the right count and I had a thrown to sit on. They did draw the line at a crown.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319818391510575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5lw59f-1Xb8eLUvZRp9kBQCDoA8DkAINKE-KDYg8oLIVqS-R_CpymXbyLeM2VEDcQKSqYxTaO82-8I6sJFC70C82_15CT_5GyRy_OVywm37sw4KuGS-uridOm1BggnC2g2XNfA/s400/EI05.JPG" border="0" /> Some of the chicks of '96 came. Here's my BFFs from high school Mary (in pink) and Shelly (in virgin white) with their husbands Mike (no hat) and Chris (hat).<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821728891002802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qqcCYiTBmSBCAAjHk5cYjgP7GmSDzmEIy2Gjwg2efGxVQc-5FcTFJVYDHZKlYL8xom3VACUs9uW8J0haQJEl0Wmk6sAm2p49qk0kB2z3rDyn74EQoZpXxfu410Pv-zSeuWZhGA/s400/EI24.JPG" border="0" />My sister Theresa showed up with her husband and invited her BFF from high school Wendy and Wendy's boyfriend Dan out as well. Wendy was celebrating her CANT SAY THE NUMBER birthday in a few days and decided to celebrate early with shot....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT6jIXB8854c0nOjeVjLcCMvxKDAK1N_4wtaTNtAcdXC6Lqba__XENrU77-EcBE9hmDdTsj_CZA7VyIjxO8lmXuIqnMiaIXSjFBmcQ8Y6VHrE9HUPnHAXCmCAZtNgZsCxR9oBLA/s1600-h/EI33.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822541041335986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT6jIXB8854c0nOjeVjLcCMvxKDAK1N_4wtaTNtAcdXC6Lqba__XENrU77-EcBE9hmDdTsj_CZA7VyIjxO8lmXuIqnMiaIXSjFBmcQ8Y6VHrE9HUPnHAXCmCAZtNgZsCxR9oBLA/s400/EI33.JPG" border="0" /></a> after shot....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6JKKT_g1Lx0N2268nOCumEv5xIC6-wan4XIlaUr1nUDxWw2JSR-qDegmfS_sKVuj_F73SoHb-UsEgEm5DW5GThFl9lXDyEUPS3jPts7M_n-RVdZWMgY-UU3YZEf4kef5aoLQXQ/s1600-h/EI32.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822536461135970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6JKKT_g1Lx0N2268nOCumEv5xIC6-wan4XIlaUr1nUDxWw2JSR-qDegmfS_sKVuj_F73SoHb-UsEgEm5DW5GThFl9lXDyEUPS3jPts7M_n-RVdZWMgY-UU3YZEf4kef5aoLQXQ/s400/EI32.JPG" border="0" /></a> after shot...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820658464203970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISCX1vm2v6wUIm_KhyKuZz0mzgFAQNj4NNRzZlJyQ7RLfDfjbLMF_WQBMgWPKCIcR7J3xY0PJg6Eq0He5pnM70qhA-YNAm-aX5FfTPHj5IGjs7JOr5Iy8oKwo9qHZVENXbVTHew/s400/EI09.JPG" border="0" />Here's my brother in law Mike no doubt wondering what the hell he just consumed. </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822541637192658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLda3sOkOuuku3SFFFkDPnmv5CeVBUok4Nud8sFY1HuEtZCt7Ut633udFu65vvvJEIwfGGSnUCsdbl6sp4KyFW-cIlzPu1x8yGgk04gsFMo0iW7csOoF5TgdC_68ogPqgT1JzcA/s400/EI34.JPG" border="0" />Jillian showed up with her baby daddy Kevin and their two friends in tow. Andrew and Andrew's wife, I wanna say Jen?, who were actually there to see another contestant. Anyways, when they get there the first thing out of Jen's? mouth to Kevin was "Oh my God, is that Pat Benetar?" with an eye roll towards me. And Kevin retorted, "No, that's Jill's best friend." HAHAHAHA Yes! </div></div><div></div><div>Jillian is awesome for many reasons but one reason she was legendary that night was because while I performed, she stood right behind the judges to see what they were writing about me. Stealth! It was pretty good except for one judge. We've named him Simon. He gave me a 5 out of 10 on stage presence. I would have to agree and I've been working hard on it since. Thanks Simey!<br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Shelly, Jill, Mary and I.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822780379047810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FZJgHo1Ym-HDTFKUhWzRdPtCGnl4Q6EDL3twucSF2l9WD9VrTErF2pajrwZdg7djPc86zarPAJ7x481vKEGD4Sh7-k78rdrFjJsdIoSfRMx6RPGXthoenVkTz_oaone1xlaeWA/s400/EI35.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1RcIosmvHpD2OR4Q1S_AGkBemlrmGf39fjjVVTzXZTtBgo_kJX4wlurB1HBgEE35qewnhgrHSXOOatEqjg2Dn_fO0IIb0GjlJwzp8l-s2sq6XlGuF8dsgmgx8VwJaII3-zplcA/s1600-h/EI31.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822538377070850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1RcIosmvHpD2OR4Q1S_AGkBemlrmGf39fjjVVTzXZTtBgo_kJX4wlurB1HBgEE35qewnhgrHSXOOatEqjg2Dn_fO0IIb0GjlJwzp8l-s2sq6XlGuF8dsgmgx8VwJaII3-zplcA/s400/EI31.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_J9VOB9Z2KaWj1Qe1yqkXsyGTtufY5csql12pEmCGt8TpaR0eb4hZrNfHjfyuyLeM6oYR55SYBfhi3D8GX0PdrOEOS-v1PbvfLEJo_Xrt057_x4SMdWwNjM6I4VKz6YERkG3aQ/s1600-h/EI30.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822537743146882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_J9VOB9Z2KaWj1Qe1yqkXsyGTtufY5csql12pEmCGt8TpaR0eb4hZrNfHjfyuyLeM6oYR55SYBfhi3D8GX0PdrOEOS-v1PbvfLEJo_Xrt057_x4SMdWwNjM6I4VKz6YERkG3aQ/s400/EI30.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHi7VZ-XgGmiCjXs4u1KvgRVxS01rB0Y4cwrnIrzyXWvrV9Brnk7ARcwrUNwM7ZFwDO1xg09jGVQhh1T8ghsRY7moyVylx-AWo0qPdHRPm50ZGhr0w_1OKXja8eY-KptiuLT_Qow/s1600-h/EI29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822067960329314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHi7VZ-XgGmiCjXs4u1KvgRVxS01rB0Y4cwrnIrzyXWvrV9Brnk7ARcwrUNwM7ZFwDO1xg09jGVQhh1T8ghsRY7moyVylx-AWo0qPdHRPm50ZGhr0w_1OKXja8eY-KptiuLT_Qow/s400/EI29.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RH8Mo3_Zpi_G3sMC6ACeWClri4LEQ76zu3FaPbgKt7axHccRnklrCX_0pHuWDcG8-q82ofG0R7tL6pwXbrpBNJSs47SxSa5vPBLaf6DQdjw92sPmewoOnK1weD3E2VDWfY8QmA/s1600-h/EI36.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822781148683314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RH8Mo3_Zpi_G3sMC6ACeWClri4LEQ76zu3FaPbgKt7axHccRnklrCX_0pHuWDcG8-q82ofG0R7tL6pwXbrpBNJSs47SxSa5vPBLaf6DQdjw92sPmewoOnK1weD3E2VDWfY8QmA/s400/EI36.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkGEhIGRZbknPQ-tP5901nA0TW7FVpEg6tm1zeRH3GFRHmLOitlzn5NqPkLUPsSih7jMdrdHWu5An1s4ebNxjxyZZMl5VeaF2utaAxgW7g8RJHigfMAXfds0lGFc87cOrk_JTvw/s1600-h/EI28.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822067194121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkGEhIGRZbknPQ-tP5901nA0TW7FVpEg6tm1zeRH3GFRHmLOitlzn5NqPkLUPsSih7jMdrdHWu5An1s4ebNxjxyZZMl5VeaF2utaAxgW7g8RJHigfMAXfds0lGFc87cOrk_JTvw/s400/EI28.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The chicks o' 96 are always a shoo in for best (worst) embarrassing pictures in public.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOquF__IRBskKp3oX88H94Ssmo8Cy4BKQhUOEC-E9wnrDzfuYmuSXyb12u2GL3u_KxNpy0040zo3nKlK006CVA9Nim_tlrplNU7xjwZoRMzKLh2DvA_mFzDwqXdRRDo8L54bRAw/s1600-h/EI27.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822070555600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOquF__IRBskKp3oX88H94Ssmo8Cy4BKQhUOEC-E9wnrDzfuYmuSXyb12u2GL3u_KxNpy0040zo3nKlK006CVA9Nim_tlrplNU7xjwZoRMzKLh2DvA_mFzDwqXdRRDo8L54bRAw/s400/EI27.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW9gsMopbNyHi6qW2p6sc4TVrumk2eGYxgFmz7hCGt86tGFgRLKXUXZjrxj20Eqz5ihyphenhyphenLTb2dIYqMsCkxZ-aILoMIm5TH2dJKwFtsYuAQxh5443whW4XoonfkPE433pLyvGn2cA/s1600-h/EI26.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822064255460738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW9gsMopbNyHi6qW2p6sc4TVrumk2eGYxgFmz7hCGt86tGFgRLKXUXZjrxj20Eqz5ihyphenhyphenLTb2dIYqMsCkxZ-aILoMIm5TH2dJKwFtsYuAQxh5443whW4XoonfkPE433pLyvGn2cA/s400/EI26.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822064744697522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2DBQVVD_PEE0kne09aqlXHStjoLIjmH7AGzPDXmd8yTAs0BY4-kwwiudxlqh0SfZ7c10IvESwl_gofxtmOz1_b1xGembri-tvdvqpyOw6l8P1HUfFTy8dJBLNmziCIEC5iBVwg/s400/EI25.JPG" border="0" />Theresa (after a few shots) wasn't afraid a no cuppage.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821729979325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlFK-1mwimmqqqS7j8biXFBVrA2qBpR7hUdkw32VuTCEPNU8Dk6g6ADGAGsSqC1qTlwTqekNTmfgMmnGLXYcux0vNB0eibv_76HmHcOCQHFQ0b-F8W9UnbwwTS_xl_C1qOdO2dQ/s400/EI23.JPG" border="0" />And my uncle Denny and my father were there for the whole thing. Awkward!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821729512132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6gDgPOVZWiLDxQzUqlxVIrTsnSnR7l0nrxAwu3HuEFctIP2s7jAnrwTS4-mC5JQrNf7yrllQEoZnwb5SRvDRdMGmYmWFzYz31akyYACb5YY2GMkiNRVINSAHuNCk-p9RVRJ4OQ/s400/EI22.JPG" border="0" />Matt and his favorite aunt Sandi (Chase) Staab.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821725078410482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGELa-Zp0Ort7w-hP2XKsqKlQ1mEweLWl4nj2XehgLtMRf3_JNohJvLC4Ruo2dlAMksF3RLOULoxysyu5yVbVmddAsjh5WLrhOEsbCeFaRMFhyV0XL74TKL8IGqtwu23NHk2cIA/s400/EI21.JPG" border="0" />My father in law Glynn and Granny Chase.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821217746362146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JwF2z1Fd0kVtdfn5nvTljJvnvZ2GC3Szl5NDLcp3rVXVVhovK9QgvbPYy1pM-HLwd2_5lvJbdjuIKXrS2_S-B8NgeaomxHpnoV4NEvwm-HyeCK02gG0FSLkda4swfmnc48KgWQ/s400/EI19.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821725957353394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggheIBvinOeRwkQmYxgjHtnB02ujpQ4xUoZZewmKiXr8PINIs88yc1DSZIrIAyDQ5s2ITbw6UuL_-MOULNnIjLQ74eB8VRjeRADiWc-ztBnz_qq7adgdVri0az7Q18hValU3aNOA/s400/EI20.JPG" border="0" /> See Blogtopia, don't worry about us. We're good. Love Is A Battlefield.<br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821218239790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAaL6oTyzquO8iLqmsPySDXCP4q39MqznzT8elnRmiKFCNwMyp2WzMmUY15FAXENzlQ6sFuD9bBotbQH_iGWSVYZa0xCQ12tnK06446n1HKP0hrLZpHj8U5td6-fjASA4HXdKZg/s400/EI18.JPG" border="0" /> My father is hilarious! He made signs for people to hold up. None of the people pictured came and my father in law that DID come was pissed he wasn't made a sign. I'm not the favorite daughter in law anymore.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821210599351682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yc34e3K5ZBgcldLIEolGSGeVLtKfaLig-IFiSus1OFephDNlsqR4fVMmbD78onO1bqOe0EiUnCiNBxgj0qpeCB6WCKfc3R11BTyDx7_s5Xo1jGtEScOQt3mbIMNtXuRz6i5JiQ/s400/EI17.JPG" border="0" />This was Sandi's reaction to the other singers.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821210005669458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTe8HTF4i8hRoYtEBPHRRUCYP11JooJLuVfPBZ0L8qj9SwiQgpoGbmBnaXHb0gx9FKlWq6U5Y0FfR-e2_vF2hzIE5zEOGEjAR2TL8d9R677UkqzWHgdUqdjnmP3i89ObtuxVJ5Q/s400/EI16.JPG" border="0" />"WTF is she singing?"<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319821205602497698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0MiHT5xCRq41Qn1ZLzrGfCeEPecdYUcBk06l4zBx2GEIbODQTceCDl0bDckgOPSq8Eza_szCGLdhZSmN9Yu5I55a3YAHGEEaCg_zpjr69VnZAGjWCGkg8FPryhXVIh0C0rEHEA/s400/EI15.JPG" border="0" />My dad, although he came with the signs, was a total traitor clapping for the other contestants. DISCLAIMER: I realize sarcasm doesn't always convey on here. I have no qualms with my father or anyone else clapping for the other finalists. If you have the talent to be in this competition and you're good at what you do, you deserve the recognition and the encouragement. People have actually told me "these people are not your friends, they are your competition". I have never been, nor will I ever be, competitive to that degree. I can't stand that attitude of having to be better than everyone else. I give credit where credit is due. That's how my 'rents raised me. If they had a Miss Congeniality award in this contest, that's what I would win. That's just who I am. I'm Pat Fucking Benetar.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820922176790498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdOVu95xT9fB_ZkrJmG6v4PXgoj0F87Zd_sqUZr6IgJEpeqJChk66lZhjN5cxDrMoMlVGf9Lqcgw0rdGEYmyq5JPmwFSQZNlrcheSI17qQcVrqfRi17oAboT1WEoHlZbnfv2GoQ/s400/EI14.JPG" border="0" /> My mom in the green and my aunt Marge.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820914060149538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWxCUgDomHMy5mEPeT3SqMv7F8nOkxOYV5yFRqBn1fRdXVMSYpqLOAErbo4hfD9Y8qhiy8EgcyOMciYYMBN_rPvQ-qH15E-4Js2dQ96LlOv6jJs2s-bsF7unWZ8gEZKxr8Z2lvg/s400/EI13.JPG" border="0" />Lori, my sis Michelle and Mike: Honorary members of the Tam Fan Club.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820910741585090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_r2G2bvnnL0yDza_k2ZPilZRJqMYXUyHoNLvvmFENxcYv5F0t1EaE6NofLZdw4x5X8IgjCpUr77zb2rsZvJabUlL6oxoRV9_d2FbkIFszLWZ35atQgz1dn1CR286JSoNPIEMVA/s400/EI12.JPG" border="0" /> Michelle, you look frightened.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820910807271026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_qrBe22VrOl2fXwq0wmOCj58JtHobETIgnBhvHckDhpb63Y8Lub1aEqfd-KXG7xztk5Os2UibFiaVgl-lS6UedW4OKOYarzq2bWum5uw0WMG-HNxHR7kJR88GlzywjdagJTMtQ/s400/EI11.JPG" border="0" />I've said it before and I'll say it again: Mike Mahler never takes a bad picture.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820905932884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_BYRoCUwSMAoy2L6QR26TWCjoHNNon619TEDmH6HSFQsy4Ph0q6_yF1mCSc9D7uUsD0IYGmN_DjwKwVnAsyWHT6W5MuR7VC8WIvo84-FKBvKz_ZY9P2jHV8e2tGlTzzOVfcqpw/s400/EI10.JPG" border="0" /> Too cute!<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzlPq3X1PzCrJF4bmlHgjacbfYzhP9xNNM9TD2hjeN1UtCe-bfgWvnxAcidTwnrhJwjopWHydafDtVokHOa8SbrFZV4KDXQwoCwejn_CdBxcVt1MQ01hEHluzPn6RrF7HlhlN9g/s1600-h/EI37.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822786849833954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzlPq3X1PzCrJF4bmlHgjacbfYzhP9xNNM9TD2hjeN1UtCe-bfgWvnxAcidTwnrhJwjopWHydafDtVokHOa8SbrFZV4KDXQwoCwejn_CdBxcVt1MQ01hEHluzPn6RrF7HlhlN9g/s400/EI37.JPG" border="0" /></a>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>This is Laurie (I'm dancing with her) who is another contestant that made it to semi-finals. The biggest reason I like Laurie is because she is "just there to have fun before she gets too wrinkled" and because she is "trying to get out of a sleepover for her daughter's brownie group which happens to be the night of the finals." Honestly though, we clicked right away and she has a great voice but doesn't exactly know it or care to rub it in your face.<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820657100173810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscuFO-YUSWfMrE85iK2S5d-1x8yJGt-pRWRZHVeF-8iHd4QJqF5ALdNLtgLfMy0M09H_KskDcEnotP-FQG7ExEU4Uh1kqY9cKGHDOCSm_uQsP3WUZN7KGkYCnnWAAzKCZ682Uww/s400/EI08.JPG" border="0" /> My sister in law (and my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nHMth6Ut0s&feature=related"><span style="color:#ff9900;">buddy band buddy</span></a>) brought her boss Therese (Sassafras Street Hair owner) and Therese brought her daughter, Stephanie. Her head doesn't always float like that.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820654875048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VezpA_cjHMcFR8S1TaaKm35vXS6mpu9lDwJl0TWHVQ0_LimrprwmkmAOdW9A5kUd2uyxK5w1eTCmYAULyg4zeQ2Eo2tkZH8iJbE8hscS51_1wdHEJ7MO_SH1ie2a0orpAvSuzQ/s400/EI07.JPG" border="0" />"Buddy Bands! Hey... They work."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820653511095938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwaVXsUYDTWi73qNumIx6J7oxCSqWEsuIogD5VEWZ0y6ROcuNszHjsAchobFG1YEfLWrSss3rNc_cboqHyBcHDBk7sztzpCZcJ6akeB1yisX07nXIboBY9yvo6Vfs1Eyl-v-ZmNA/s400/EI04.JPG" border="0" />Therese picked this guy up at the bar. Actually that's Bob, her boyfriend. They are totally going steady. </div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Granny in her infamous yellow hat. Quite possibly the cutest picture ever.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319818383142462514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZ650W1iN3HHiZz8pd6-MINBoTrrai9NgiatCj6GepCYLAI3ckmHmJu04nehcLKBjYvWC5F0VWEYKUacwtMUcIlDK9QjMCu-DdaPhnyI1XoLnlPT7QWIlm_KWKllyPrKXLqLuqQ/s400/EI02.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>When they called the numbers of the contestants who made it through, they called my number last! I was so sure I was gone. But then...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4BlKaWmfPvlji6KSnE1tOEIeKbhnDd5NE8OJ6iqFqC88Ey1vg_nUwGxQoAi18k3bG_8hPFJr7V9bd5ZaMQNYTvsdNsGsIejY04LVuVBkBQIUV8UMV8W1dia4gKppqhPQSH746Q/s1600-h/EI38.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Semi finals Bitches! April 10 (Good Friday) at 8:45 pm. Bring it Cell Block! But please leave your gats at home. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4BlKaWmfPvlji6KSnE1tOEIeKbhnDd5NE8OJ6iqFqC88Ey1vg_nUwGxQoAi18k3bG_8hPFJr7V9bd5ZaMQNYTvsdNsGsIejY04LVuVBkBQIUV8UMV8W1dia4gKppqhPQSH746Q/s1600-h/EI38.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319822788044189794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4BlKaWmfPvlji6KSnE1tOEIeKbhnDd5NE8OJ6iqFqC88Ey1vg_nUwGxQoAi18k3bG_8hPFJr7V9bd5ZaMQNYTvsdNsGsIejY04LVuVBkBQIUV8UMV8W1dia4gKppqhPQSH746Q/s400/EI38.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-22247346431663828512009-03-26T09:54:00.009-04:002009-03-26T10:53:27.991-04:00Wearing O' The GreenI realize the holiday has come and gone but this is the first time I was able to sit down and post (with pictures) about St. Patrick's Day. Matt had the day off and Britain has preschool only in the morning so they went out together while I had to work a half day. He dropped off Britain at school and met up with my cousin Steve and Steve's girlfriend Amy for green eggs and ham at Calamaries. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495939178702482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MrrAvkmKeumxNXSsNgQaCnryf4pC10a5ICLkRFJaqewDzvoRRA_iry47yNKZM_X_bZyJQG5r3_RGIrfKtZin7UqhEHPCeDQISinpmjUAsO3JPnA9ptpUAS21oL3UHB406iRaOQ/s400/pat1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506660273321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuvJC5PnSNSNo_M8zZSjI6pplOjKgwSU_38VYnfasABtS8Uz1ONuhv7ft8f0nrCbjvCaKsNFq0PqPen3hw6XrArI73D2yj5-ADsqfYN7Bm31IYe-xGBoKHSB1BaTsPSuJIWnXTg/s400/pat13.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Then he picked up Britain and they had some green popcorn at Plymouth.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495940981356578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uUihwnJW8kqah-6ntnCvLgktJXO25Ajz7_gkltoJlOxBOhtf4hb5UUWBr2_XNMfPQmlBXVpoDzpAd7U1BSe6mk94I0zRoHVqcVKk6JdYJXUA3F9m5HCV07ow9IrzgBZXIJp6IA/s400/pat2.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495938898941602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdrL24voQFegvdI_9_ujT7BN4AJAKWRkpGuRf1_255w4D3SICbWvfVvOrHK5uyTR7kmWo0PYJnzxGkrtYx-1ZPpTI2BpoRrHlakUlplza-P2woW-4hZTKsRd7z2EFDCZpE9SxFw/s400/pat3.jpg" border="0" />I'm assuming this was not BRIT'S green beer, but I also wasn't there so I can't say for sure.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495947082807906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6TyILi_eMnEaFyqwrzXvCjAcTq557zoOKZ60EnyDQNNfL3bLO8BSxDwJ_FEz4OS3v2EU2c3HkVuEaPy39sAMZAS5rAMXoBPBKnftg21yirTkDUUSWFLTx7y1YA_vag2NHUlHBw/s400/pat4.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495949969757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVtLUqdlH9byPqlGYy44aqTnDWhgJoViQ1av_Ee07JYpr5aJyMTFn7xWtipozN8k_RggrGph4HIdk_o2jszyWMTnwrzijZ7DmavW8Fdp5SVPlzt-Ch_RdmjB4z63QQHSiSzq6Kg/s400/pat5.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Then they headed up to Molly Brannigan's where I was to meet them for lunch.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317496951288608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5mGc-3pglu3Nc3ILSiWQrbz7HXOv1wrkp50wVOhbw1BfSco3kl0ajhRhnvpdw9vaJkTUYOKJc54B_zFj2qTUswSXOJQbl202Qeuyxt-SLpnKiiCBqVNDkRoh3bfp093D23qBHKQ/s400/pat6.jpg" border="0" /> Britain was excited I was coming to save her from sitting in booths and chairs all morning. By the way, I put her in an authentic Irish kilt which she totally didn't wear last year. Someone came up to me at Molly's and asked if she was an <a href="http://tambritainmatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/cantbreatheirishdancing.html"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Irish dancer</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;">.</span> I told them she's been doing it since the 6th grade.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497019813135762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiGvcj7Z7_YY7-z4yk70brcF9g0Le_lRcHBOL7JqWu9HbaK0k__76RGQS3CrS8cASxZ9PblwQGB9K1rA8n4-WAtPe40-PcKXQTHMr0Unmizz_2U1aGZtfCEn6qqM1uZbD-VpnFw/s400/pat8.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317496950633418210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIwKYtpbKB-7FulhH2UkfwuHFNjCVtQR-RBBohLghKq3btHqyr0E-Mt7gTRvlk7yfom89tOSB5ZC5sCnV7ownnCY4Ymc0AYHClx5rbfOIfxHkWtrDKVjwzhP0f-z5ETwKyxXutA/s400/pat7.jpg" border="0" />The scene from the balcony at Molly's. This was at 1 pm.</p><p>Then I was out of work and showed up. That day was beautiful weather wise and standing in line outside Molly's was really pleasant. I was still a bit angry and apprehensive towards Matt because of all the trouble we've been having. I got there and I just felt rubbed the wrong way so it was hard for me to just JUMP right in to St. Patrick's Day. I realize this is because of how I feel in my own head but it still sucks a lot to corner, face and tackle your deepest, dirtiest issues. It also didn't help that I had worked all morning and they were at least 4 to 5 drinks ahead of me. Add to that that there was a cover charge to get in the place. Plus Britain totally ignores Matt when I am around and was hanging all over me, whining. And to top it all off, the waitress hadn't come with the drink I ordered via text 1/2 hour ago. It started off horribly for me. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497026935161650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqtYzwsYkp1dmTolMvtlzXRn7-ctA9VFPwzb3qjYiApLP-_LaLqMy_PBDpmXK_vnzvjMYJXtTCtfDN0Jv45r9qHBcPVyiMFl0yFCxQl_GOldDxoFatrNLyEeYbFJ88uzt_2HXGA/s400/pat10.jpg" border="0" /></p>Ugh: WORK HAIR<br /><br /><br /><p>I cannot stand to go to a bar and just drink. I don't know how many of you reading this have ever been out with me but if you have, you know I go out for a purpose. It is not to sit on my ass and throw back shot after shot. I am normally like this anyway but especially when I get alcohol in my system. We need to be doing something else: darts, pool, dancing, body shots SOMETHING! So, I left them upstairs and took Britain downstairs where the action was (yes into the green mob from the picture above) and were jigging and shuffling like the best of them. By this time I had some Irish coffee and 2 Skinny Bachs (Bacardi and diet) so I felt a bit better. It's horrible to say but sometimes when I don't have to be reminded of my problems by Matt being right there, I'm in a better mood.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497026624847842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2iz7ucxzVB0CHdvV7y0YZ5RlB5xJLSakU-94hk4wmYCwzzfVcTGJSXJvo255Vif9C-4P3pWeOkkpKgPzQgYiZ3hrWEptBlKRN4MxWy1Cj6UAO6pIgLAMx1tBCNiyf5zfBZfL0A/s400/pat9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>We then moved on to the new sports bar downtown, Sluggers. The walk from Molly's to Sluggers was only about 6 blocks and it was so nice out. It was cute walking Britain in her little outfit down State Street. Even the grumpy old homeless man talking to himself stopped and smiled. Sluggers advertised a full line of entertainment later in the day so we thought the 3 o'clock arrival would be a good time to go. My cousin Steve turned me on to that place because of their amazing food. I think I've been there every week since I first went. And it wasn't nearly as crowded. I did feel a little trashy taking my child out with me to my St Patrick's Day celebration, but I also felt if we had her in by dinner, most people wouldn't blame me. I'm teaching her about her culture, afterall.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317504924553610530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAjp8i_M9wAYYO7Pf7dyQFi-IWtHfTLQlDvPZDWqkSQtPsaha1QzNG5cHCRXdSdElICLASjJGrqlj_P57ChX9h66e_81vukwQ62zMO120s8eQunz7L3LhldTyw-IbgfigXf8GJw/s400/pat12.jpg" border="0" />Britain and I danced some more at Sluggers. The DJ was even kind enough to play one her favorite songs "Walking On Sunshine" and we only got two bitchy looks from some whores at the bar.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317504928651645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJFvUy4crtL7iFG1jSNpIFqfTz7__DbDvh4gZAoF6k-z-x9gY63RrSYR1spFq9J5oYKoaJb2-eXKplvBhnoLWibW7C7w3BTSDCL8ARHpqFIWywB3S5N2iSvi4pqljsJEblZ0uJA/s400/pat11.jpg" border="0" />We parted ways: Steve and Amy went back to their hotel room at Avalon, Matt went to the Gannon basketball championship game and Britain and I went home and watched Barbie and The Diamond Castle. I intended on going out that night to see New Wave but thought better of it when we hadn't found a sitter, I had to work in the morning and St. Patrick's Day wasn't exactly all it was cracked up to be for me that day. I am officially old.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-12840512601684952602009-03-20T08:58:00.003-04:002009-03-20T09:05:55.821-04:00Erie Idol RevisitedYea, it's kind of lame. Yea, it takes awhile to get through all the better than average singers in Erie to karaoke 12 songs. But it's a good time. And there's beer. Alright, it's no Wegmans but I'll be there...prob in something slutty. So support me, man. Have a drink on me, that you have to pay for.<br /><br />Friday March 20<br />Erie Idol<br />Round 3<br /><a href="http://www.oasispub.net/"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Oasis Pub </span></a><br />830 PM<br /><br />If I make it this time it's off to semi-finals! Although if I make it to finals, I've already watched the winner perform last week. Her name is Amara. She's untouchable and the nicest little thing!<br />Eh, wish me luck anyways.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-28893370252876603012009-03-09T09:55:00.004-04:002009-03-09T10:23:06.205-04:00Enter Tam's Brain HereCheck out<span style="color:#ff9900;"> </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11721629115039897949"><span style="color:#ff9900;">THIS</span></a> blogger. I'm pretty sure my sister Theresa has been reading her for awhile and I finally checked her out. I personally love Jakezilla because it's about parenting and her child and monotony and bitchy-ness. But really, all of her blogs are great. I'm most jealous that she posts all the damn time on all of them and I am lucky to post once a holiday.<br /><br />Speaking of holidays, catch <a href="http://www.newwavenation.com/"><span style="color:#ffff33;">New Wave Nation</span> </a>the 17th at Sherlock's! That's where I'll be. Sometimes I think about wearing any color but green on<span style="color:#33ff33;"> St. Patrick's Day</span>. I don't really have a lot of green and it's so conforming. I wore <span style="color:#66ffff;">teal </span>one year. I DID pick up some cute Irish pins at Big Lots the other day. (Does anyone else love Big Lots?) The buttons have things written on them like "Irish In Training" and "Irish For A Day". They are only $1.20 for 8 pins! Oh, they also have Barbie undies in case you have a 3 year old daughter who has nothing in common with you.<br /><br />"Barbie? Are you sure you want BARBIE?"<br /><br />In other news Matt and I are close to imploding. I blame it on his schedule being exactly opposite of mine and the lack of money he is making at work. It has nothing to do with my neurosis or insecurities. It was awesome for so long and now we are back to being Mr. and Mrs. Bickerson. It's not a surprise that things may change soon. No, not the D-word! That boy is stuck with me for life! I mean he is actively looking. No, not for my sister wife!Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-48589319294086420122009-02-26T09:25:00.005-05:002009-02-26T10:00:21.636-05:00Normal Is Boring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfan-uir0yL7vEi6XMIbtvRNyQ5bVwwcG1SlrmJaXrPR2Szb5IhnpmuOtvbIySsEJW2ZHDMhRZyAzrTCxv3Coi9xgj07pU6t8hyeF4wtIuEH1xZrmX0QDty591Z5Rb_0N9C8NLFg/s1600-h/090225-cerrieBurnell-hmed-223p_h2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121055508266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfan-uir0yL7vEi6XMIbtvRNyQ5bVwwcG1SlrmJaXrPR2Szb5IhnpmuOtvbIySsEJW2ZHDMhRZyAzrTCxv3Coi9xgj07pU6t8hyeF4wtIuEH1xZrmX0QDty591Z5Rb_0N9C8NLFg/s400/090225-cerrieBurnell-hmed-223p_h2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I realize by now this is old news but when you live in the back, you tend to hear things much later than other people.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I saw <a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/29391313/"><span style="color:#ffff00;">THIS</span></a> on the Today show this morning. I can't believe how much rage and disgust I felt. I was screaming at Matt Lauer. I even teared up a little. I am still naive to the fact that even in this day and age, there are still so many assholes out there that believe if someone is a little different that they are obviously not allowed to be seen or heard and should go back to the sewer pipe they grew up in.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have always been the kind of person that gravitates towards interesting and, for lack of a better word, abnormal people. Because growing up, I was taught that normal is boring. If you can't stand out then don't bother standing up at all. The differences in people make this world worth living in and accepting the nuances keep it interesting. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now that that's been said, raising Britain with that knowledge is probably right up their with making sure she brushed her back teeth. (I've become a brushing Nazi, btw.) I would be mortified if Britain ever made fun of someone just because they didn't have an arm, had a lazy eye or they weren't wearing the latest shoes. So from where do you think this fear of differences in these children come? These parents, in my professional Have-Worked-With-Children-For-Over-12-Years opinion, are either making this shit up or have instilled this fear in their children. NIGHTMARES? Seriously? Well what the hell did you say to them, dumbass? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A normal reaction to that kind of question from a child should be very matter of factly, very shortly described and to the point. Kids usually just want to know why something is the way it is. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Mom, why do the leaves fall off the tree?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Dad, why do you stand up when you pee in the potty?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Papa, why do you and Nana sleep in different beds?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Hey! What happened to your arm?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And all of these questions are asked in the same exact way: without fear, without worry, just honesty, confusion and curiosity. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So 'rents, before you start spewing all your prejudice and slurs on your kids, break the damn cycle and tell it like it is. Then educate your damn self on what discrination really is and how much of it you probably do every day.</div>Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-45366365145116243562009-02-25T09:33:00.005-05:002009-02-25T09:53:56.040-05:00Some Things Never ChangeThis is a bulletin I posted at My Space for you short and sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lovin</span>' readers<br /><br />***10 years ago****<br /><br />1) How old were you? 20----OH MY GOD!!!<br /><br />2) Who were you dating? I think i was practically engaged and living with my ex husband, Patrick<br /><br />3) Where did you work? I was a nanny for the same family I nanny for now<br /><br />4) Where did you live? Erie right behind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Goofy's</span> (12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Raspberry</span>) It was always open on random nights and closed every Saturday<br /><br />5) Where did you hang out? The dock, downtown, the library, at my apartment, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Waldameer</span><br /><br />6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? Only fake glasses<br /><br />7) Who was your best friend? Jeannette Also the group from high school (see Chicks Of '96 album in my pics)<br /><br />8) How many tattoos did you have? uh prob some lame fake <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tattoo</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Waldameer</span><br /><br />9) How many piercings did you have? 5, all in my ears<br /><br />10) What kind of car did you drive? I was afraid of driving DEATHLY afraid!<br /><br />11) Had you been to a real party? OH YEA! and learned a lot from them<br /><br />12) Had you had your heart broken? yes and still pined for the one that did it<br /><br />13) Were you Single/taken/Married/Divorced? engaged to be engaged<br /><br />14) Any Kids? Just the ones I nannied<br /><br /><br />***5 YEARS AGO***<br /><br />1) How old were you? 25<br /><br />2) Who were you dating? My now husband Matt<br /><br />3) Where did you work at the time? Nanny! I done told you!<br /><br />4) Where did you live? At that time i was in a sweet duplex with Jeannette and baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ryplee</span> in Landmark Square apartments<br /><br />5) Where did you hang out? Rack N Roll, Park Place, Plymouth, The Rook<br /><br />6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? no<br /><br />7) Who were your best friend(s): Matt, my sisters, Jeannette, Kristen, and the Chicks of '96<br /><br />8) How many tattoos did you have? I thought I was too old by that point<br /><br />9) How many piercings did you have? 6, one new one in my nose<br /><br />10) What car did you drive? PEARL!! My old '97 Buick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LeSabre</span><br /><br />11) Had your heart broken? Too old for that business too<br /><br />12)Were you Single/taken/Married/Divorced? Divorced and very taken<br /><br />13) Any Kids?You mean besides the 5 girls I nannied? No, not yet<br /><br /><br />****TODAY****<br /><br />1) Age? 30 Can't you do math<br /><br />2) Who are you dating? Nobody dude.That would piss my husband off<br /><br />3) Where do you work? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Im</span> a hooker<br /><br />4) Where do you live? in my m-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fing</span> house<br /><br />5) Who are your closest friends? Matt, Kristen, Monica, my sisters, Jill, Kim, Jeannette, Shelly, Mary,<br /><br />6) Do you talk to your old friends? Those ARE my old friends You paying attention?<br /><br />7) How many piercings do you have? No new ones so 6 total though 2 have closed up<br /><br />8) How many tattoos? You suck at interviews<br /><br />9) What kind of car do you have? Wannabe SUV named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Chicco</span><br /><br />10) Had your heart broken? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Every time</span> Britain tells me she hates me<br /><br />11) Single/taken/married/divorced/Engaged? married, Dude This is really redundant<br /><br />12) Any Kids? I have a daughter of my own Britain, 3 I am having NO MORE!! I mean she's a joyTamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252376.post-40546443459535134902009-02-23T08:23:00.007-05:002009-02-23T14:33:48.949-05:00The Lemon Drops HelpedThanks to everyone for their support on Friday, whether you wished me good luck in spirit, through a text, showed up and hung out watching from the sidelines or made awesome signs out of construction paper that was bigger than your head! And major props to our waiter who told everyone my number when handing out the voting slips. Half of my siblings showed up. My aunts and uncles were there. My sister Theresa made the signs I requested. My mom's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">political</span> friends were lured in thinking there was another meeting about equal karaoke rights. The girls I nanny and their 'rents were right there in the front row with signs and smiles. My Daddy gave me a rose and a pep talk before I went up. My grandma said even though she couldn't hear me sing, she knew I did well because she watched everyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">else's</span> reactions. People took off work, stayed out late, dropped their other plans, ate up a Friday night. There was a lot of love in the room last Friday for Tam, and it wasn't just the knee high boots and short dress. It was so nice of everyone to come out for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lil</span>' ole me.<br /><br />It was so fun to perform! I wasn't as nervous as the first time (the lemon drop shots prob helped) and there were so many people there that came out to cheer me on that it just felt like a karaoke party or something. I saw all the people in my performing group again and most everyone seems to be friendly (while some other's claws are out a little). I even met some people from the other performing groups.<br /><br />I was intending to do Hit Me With Your Best Shot and practiced it all week, but I waited too long to register and someone signed up with it before I did. While they did say I could still sing it if I wanted to, I felt like not only would that be disrespectful to the person who chose it first, but it would also be unoriginal on my part. So I decided to sing Hurts So Good on the fly. While my performance wasn't the best I could have done, I was one of the louder ones! I can't gauge how well I did by applause because my mother invited everyone she knew. In all honesty though, I had some strangers come up to me to tell me they truly thought I did a great job.<br /><br />The last performance before the semi-finals will be March 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> at The Oasis (formerly P.I. Nights) on West Lake Rd and Kelso Drive by Waldameer. My mother, because it IS my mother, has already reserved seating for 25 on a raised platform area. Out of the 12 that are left in my group, they are eliminating only 2, so I am very hopeful I'll at least get to the semi-finals. If that happens, it's a whole different ball game since all the remaining contestants (40 of them) will be cut in half for the final in May.<br /><br />However this all turns out, I know I will just be happy I finally did it. It's not just because I am a person who gives credit where credit is due (Stephanie, Laurie and Devin should be at the finals), but because I am not a person that wishes harm on someone else just so my life is easier (unless you were that jerk who cut me off on Parade Street today). I am not exactly a competitive person, except at board games, and I always feel horrible when someone is cut. But if we all made it to the semi-finals, we'd be looking at a twelve hour night of karaoke with only one rotation.<br /><br />I think I just described my hell.Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08664411115453040299noreply@blogger.com2