<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339</id><updated>2011-10-06T13:09:37.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a ride.....you'll go up and down!</title><subtitle type='html'>I am going through life experiencing many things.  As I am on this journey I want to make the most of it all!!!  Sometimes you never expect to be where you are at in life, but you know that this is where God wants you at this time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-580207573477510102</id><published>2010-03-22T02:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T03:06:53.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>In no apparent order here's a list of what I'd like to do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fly in a hot air balloon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drive across the USA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay for someone's groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch how a movie/tv show is filmed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a contestant on the Amazing Race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adopt at least 1 child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wear a bikini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live in another state&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tailgate at a football game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend an entire day at a movie theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend a Superbowl, World Series, Stanley Cup, or NBA Finals game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to stop on ice skates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on a shopping spree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fly in a helicopter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend the Olympics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see a Broadway show in New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a gondola in Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to karaoke and sing a song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a zip line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be an extra in a film&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride one of those 4 people bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to water ski&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep on the beach under the stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel (too many places to list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat junk food for an entire day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;date a professional athlete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a dune buggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are more things on my list but those can't be shared, not appropriate for all to know...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I've already accomplished on my bucket list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;delivered a baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went parasailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a vacation by myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went on a mission trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swam in the ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paid for people's tolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiked up a small mountain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;threw a successful surprise party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went on a sailboat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took cooking classes in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-580207573477510102?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/580207573477510102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=580207573477510102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/580207573477510102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/580207573477510102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8520618740303870494</id><published>2010-01-02T00:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:47:40.310Z</updated><title type='text'>the decade in review</title><content type='html'>First of all, I do have to admit that I LOVE to review each year and see where I was, what happened, did change occur, did I grow....all that fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past decade was a pretty big deal in my life, but I trust that the next decade will have even more amazing things in store.  So here's my thoughts as I process my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of change happened because I graduated from college.  I landed on a church after searching for a while and developed some really close friends that'll last a lifetime.  Dear friends got married, including my first wedding where I was a bridesmaid (and this girl and I are inseparable)!  I started nannying for a family that have now become my family.  I also met a pretty amazing chica while doing some subbing and my life will never be the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Went on 2 mission trips to Haiti and Jamaica.  Traveled the Caribbean, Florida, Arizona, Boston, Puerto Rico, Atlanta, Vegas, France, and an unforgettable road trip to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from college and jumped into my passion and dream, teaching.  I temporarily took a break to pursue my other interest in cooking and baking.  I was stretched beyond measure in the restaurant world but wouldn't trade it for anything!  Being jobless for 3 years and hopping from one odd job to the next.  Oh and I began my cupcake business that is refreshing for me since I can be creative and bring enjoyment to people with those little desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been heartache too.  Three grandparents passing away and watching one live a depressing and unsatisying life.  A dream of mine to move to California, shattered.  Hopes and desires that I have, not met...yet!  Lots of questioning the direction of my life and sometimes wondering where God was in all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are so many small things that I could mention but I'd be here forever.  What about the White Sox winning the World Series...so fun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the many highs and lows, I'm thankful for all that I've gone through because it is shaping the Gina of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8520618740303870494?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8520618740303870494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8520618740303870494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8520618740303870494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8520618740303870494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2010/01/decade-in-review.html' title='the decade in review'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-107133809484313552</id><published>2009-06-08T14:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:43:25.202Z</updated><title type='text'>New ideas</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I love finding things that you have around your house and using them for another purpose.  Check out this article about household cleaners, &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-home/cleaning-organizing/staticslideshowrs.aspx?cp-documentid=20052810"&gt;http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-home/cleaning-organizing/staticslideshowrs.aspx?cp-documentid=20052810&lt;/a&gt;, you can use cooking oil to polish your leather shoes and there are a few others that perked my interest.  Has anyone ever tried these?  Do you know of any others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-107133809484313552?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/107133809484313552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=107133809484313552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/107133809484313552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/107133809484313552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-ideas.html' title='New ideas'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4651337805939197</id><published>2009-06-05T15:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:49:43.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was shocked to find out two things.  The first was the death of actor David Carradine.  Why was this shocking?  Because this man was 72 years old and there were possible suspicions of suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there were 3 deaths of a husband, his wife, and one of their three children.  How did they die?  The father was unhappy so he caught their home on fire hoping to kill himself and his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these two incidences very unsettling and sad.  I have a hard time believing that at 72 years of age that you wouldn't be content with yourself or happy for what you've accomplished in life?  Wow!  Then to think of this father who was extremely talented, respected, and had a beautiful family that he was disheartened and lost sight of the bigger picture and took matters into his own hands.  Heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm on this life journey, the road has been at times:  up hill, enjoyable, challenging, smooth sailing, unexpected and so many more things.  From these recent tragedies, I've been reminded that there is more to life than this.  I want to find contentment is who God has made me to be and where I'm at in life.  I want to seize the day and live life!  I need to work through my expectations of where I think I should be in life (let alone what others think) and live life to fullest TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4651337805939197?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4651337805939197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4651337805939197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4651337805939197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4651337805939197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/06/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5538535224261102186</id><published>2009-05-15T02:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:32:53.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>I have been so bad with keeping up with this blog and reading my friend's blogs.  Whoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard something weird.  The discussion touched on how dogs lick your legs, cheeks, hands...Then the topic expanded to "what do you allow your dog to lick on you"?  As I listened to this I was reminded why I do not want to own a dog (or for that matter any furry animal).   You may not want to read this, I was almost literally gagging when these were mentioned.  SO beware!!!!  One person said they allow their dog to lick their ears and clean out all the wax.  Another person said she let her dog clean out her nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5538535224261102186?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5538535224261102186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5538535224261102186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5538535224261102186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5538535224261102186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2727972170920016529</id><published>2009-03-31T22:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:57:12.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Exciting but scary</title><content type='html'>Since October I've been on a new eating plan which I LOVE!!!  I eat more now than ever (and I've dropped a few pounds).  I can still go out to eat and eat some of my favorite foods.  I have thoroughly enjoyed trying new recipes and taking recipes that I love and making a tasty but healthier version of it.  And if you know me, it has to taste good or else I won't eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said I ripped apart my closet and drawers today.  I tried on all my clothes.  I have a few piles that are ready to be dropped off to Plato's Closet so that I can get a few bucks and shop for new clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful and excited for the new look, feeling, and changes...and of course to shop!  Yet, at the same time it's a little scary getting rid of so many clothes, clothes that have memories, years of my life attached to them.  Oy!  There is also that fear of going back to the "old" look.  I will just continue to keep on doing what I'm doing and continue to have fun with food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2727972170920016529?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2727972170920016529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2727972170920016529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2727972170920016529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2727972170920016529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting-but-scary.html' title='Exciting but scary'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1085437757522371945</id><published>2009-03-20T02:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:25:04.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Conspire</title><content type='html'>I had the amazing privilege to attend the Conspire Conference. It is a children's conference that attracts people from all around the world to unite, connect, and inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage and challenge you to check out &lt;a href="http://www.willowcreek.com/conspireconference/"&gt;http://www.willowcreek.com/conspireconference/&lt;/a&gt; which is the website and you can find live blogging that is going on during and after sessions and breakouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the speakers I heard today was Larry Shallenberger. He spoke on the area of volunteers in your children's ministry. Here are his 3 main points that I found intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We need to change who we are recruiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application: Instead of going after "moms" we need to recruit retiring boomers and Generation Y people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Volunteers are facing overwhelming economic pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application: Help them overcome this hopelessness by providing purpose in influencing children's lives. Provide opportunities for people to donate their skills instead of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is no universal platform for communication with volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application: Know the best way to communicate effectively with each of your volunteers, is it a text message? an email? a phone call? a facebook message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you are stretched and challenged to think creatively and differently to improve your children's ministry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1085437757522371945?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1085437757522371945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1085437757522371945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1085437757522371945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1085437757522371945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/03/conspire.html' title='Conspire'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2030463227160444032</id><published>2009-01-24T04:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:41:07.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>This past "school" year I have had my fair of jobs.  My main stay is subbing and tutoring but sometimes that just isn't enough.  I find it interesting and at times comical what God will bring in my path, it could be dog sitting, stuffing envelopes, organizing peoples rooms, data entry, babysitting, office work...I love seeing God provide these random yet totally thankful things my way.  I'm reminded that God sees every detail and aspect of my life.  As I pray that He continues to reveal my passions and His plan for me, I rest knowing that at this point in time, He has my steps planned and I trust in that.  Some days are frustrating just wanting to know what I should be doing with my life, but I believe that He will use all of these things in my bigger picture.  Oh, and as I kind of laid to rest my cupcake business with going back to school and then moving last year, it may start up again.  I have some real exciting possiblities ahead of me.  I wonder what God is doing?!?!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2030463227160444032?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2030463227160444032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2030463227160444032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2030463227160444032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2030463227160444032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8623996329323358322</id><published>2009-01-07T14:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:30:45.074Z</updated><title type='text'>A joke</title><content type='html'>So what's the difference between a Cubs fan and a Sox fan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sox fan is headed to the White House (Obama) and the Cubs fan in headed to the Big House (Blagojevich)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8623996329323358322?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8623996329323358322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8623996329323358322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8623996329323358322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8623996329323358322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2009/01/joke.html' title='A joke'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2202685994376547886</id><published>2008-12-31T04:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:20:18.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Adios 2008</title><content type='html'>As I reflect upon this past year, sad to say that I wasn't a big fan of it.  There were many ups and downs and I felt like I was in the valley more than on the mountain tops.  It was a year of change, disappointment, frustration, and an array of emotions.  Despite trying to make lemonade out of lemons, I look forward and anticipate what lies ahead in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto for 2009 is "EXPECT GREAT THINGS" (yes, it is the saying from Kohls, but I think it's pretty Biblical as well!)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray this with me, as I look forward to seeing God move and guide my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2202685994376547886?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2202685994376547886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2202685994376547886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2202685994376547886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2202685994376547886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/adios-2008.html' title='Adios 2008'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8921631200766082390</id><published>2008-12-24T17:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:59:07.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christmasnightinc.com/mc_images/category/158/41101manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.christmasnightinc.com/mc_images/category/158/41101manger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas filled with hope, love, and peace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8921631200766082390?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8921631200766082390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8921631200766082390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8921631200766082390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8921631200766082390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8845735563161416907</id><published>2008-12-19T12:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:07:49.078Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.heatcoolandinsulate.com/img/old-furnace-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heatcoolandinsulate.com/img/old-furnace-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to bed last night I was so tickled to know that I could sleep in, have a low key day, and do some baking since I have the day off.  With the ice and snow storm hitting it would keep me stranded inside. I was so looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going to bed early after an exhausting day, I woke up a few hours later (about 1 am) hearing the storm roll in with rain and hail, I could see the house windows were iced over and I began to worry for my parents drive to work and others who would be driving. After getting back into bed I tried to get toasty again and said a few prayers before falling asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 4:15 I woke up again and I heard my parents talking. It sounded like my mom was on the phone. I went down stairs to see what was going and was a bit chilly. I soon found out that our heat was out. The man who we were renting the house from was on his way over to check things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you but this wasn't how I had planned for my day to start. Being up most of the night doesn't put me in the best of moods and currently I'm trying to snap out of it. I'm waiting for a heating guy to hopefully make it out today. I want to take a nap and wake up with how I had planned my day. As I'm feeling a bit grumpy I'm realizing that I don't want this to ruin my day and I remind myself that things don't always go according to how I want them too, but with that I need to roll with the punches and not let it affect me. I guess this is a lesson that I have to continually learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8845735563161416907?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8845735563161416907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8845735563161416907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8845735563161416907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8845735563161416907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m trying'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4497192209220601393</id><published>2008-12-11T01:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:10:25.524Z</updated><title type='text'>Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/mt-static/images/food/sandwich_cookie_recipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.101cookbooks.com/mt-static/images/food/sandwich_cookie_recipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got my first taste of teaching a foods course to high school students. Now granted I only taught for 2 periods, but it was fun. We baked and frosted some cookies and then prepared the dough of snickerdoodle cookies. I enjoyed using my knowledge of baking and incorporating it into teaching. I hope that I have more opportunities to teach foods and maybe a few other courses in that department like parenting, teaching, and early education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4497192209220601393?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4497192209220601393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4497192209220601393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4497192209220601393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4497192209220601393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/12/foods.html' title='Foods'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-636938736374652494</id><published>2008-11-30T04:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:25:36.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Cheers!  What a day Black Friday was!  I had been looking forward to this for a while and it was fantastic!  My mom, sister, sister-in-law, and I headed out on the road at 4 am where we hit Woodfield.  As we entered the mall, there were TONS of people already there.  People were waiting in line for stores to open.  Most stores had some great bargains and we were out of there by 11.  Next we hit a few surrounding stores and then we stopped at Yorktown.  Following that we headed to Fox Valley where we hit a few stores for my sister since they weren't at any of the other malls.  Our last stop was the Coach Outlet which had some amazing deals!  That wrapped it up and we were home by 6 pm.  Most of us got a lot of Christmas shopping completed.  Oh what a good feeling that was.  A few more gifts to go and then onto wrapping.  Couldn't this day be more often?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-636938736374652494?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/636938736374652494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=636938736374652494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/636938736374652494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/636938736374652494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5234264475240517156</id><published>2008-11-24T22:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:54:19.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>With the economy as bad as it is, I still want to purchase Christmas gifts and give to different needs around the holidays.  BUT there seems to be a guilt for me.  Not sure what it is.  I feel guilty that I'm spending money on gifts, instead of saving it for if the times get worse or whatever.  I really enjoy buying gifts and seeing people smile.  Does anyone else feel this way?  Where is this coming from?  I need to get past this so that I can enjoy what I love to do, shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5234264475240517156?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5234264475240517156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5234264475240517156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5234264475240517156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5234264475240517156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1352914278229504409</id><published>2008-11-22T12:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:07:25.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Youth of today</title><content type='html'>I feel really old writing this post but here it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the opportunity to work with high school students over the past few weeks.  I wasn't sure what I'd be getting myself into, but I thought I would try it despite the unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy I was shocked.  The swearing that is used is like a part of their normal vocabulary.  Boys and girls just hanging all over each other like they will never see each other again.  The lack of motivation and disrespect was also very evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to the youth of today?  Where are the parents?  Is it only going to continue to get worse?  How can we change this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With having a sibling in high school and one that will be there next year, I'm scared and concerned for what they have to encounter on a daily basis.  How strong will they be?  Will they be able to resist temptations?  There's a million questions, it's time to get back on my knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1352914278229504409?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352914278229504409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1352914278229504409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1352914278229504409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1352914278229504409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/youth-of-today.html' title='Youth of today'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1424574961126399365</id><published>2008-11-17T13:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:49:57.902Z</updated><title type='text'>That's right, lets have some fun!</title><content type='html'>A quote that I recently read and enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fun in the wilderness is a matter of perspective, God is greater than all our turmoil, God is the only One who knows and holds our future and we can lighten the grip after all and enjoy the moment at hand!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1424574961126399365?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1424574961126399365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1424574961126399365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1424574961126399365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1424574961126399365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-right-lets-have-some-fun.html' title='That&apos;s right, lets have some fun!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2568921932878640154</id><published>2008-11-14T21:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:36:54.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Spewing thoughts</title><content type='html'>My mind is filled with so many thoughts about one topic.  I'm torn inside.  There are so many pieces about this topic that I love and I miss.  It's comfortable, loving, enjoyable, easy, encouraging, good memories...But then on the flip side, I was badly hurt by it.  I was betrayed, taken by surprise, beat up...  I know that I've worked through the pain, but my dilema is if I should allow myself to open up to it again.  It's scary, is it worth it, what do I have to gain or lose?  Big stuff to prayerfully consider.  sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2568921932878640154?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2568921932878640154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2568921932878640154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2568921932878640154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2568921932878640154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/spewing-thoughts.html' title='Spewing thoughts'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2633668265618332185</id><published>2008-11-12T02:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:48:27.004Z</updated><title type='text'>It's that time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.talis.com/source/blog/http:/www.talis.com/source/blog/images/Christmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.talis.com/source/blog/http:/www.talis.com/source/blog/images/Christmas%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure some will criticize me for this post while others will agree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO in the Christmas spirit. The weird weather with snow flakes, wind, frigid temps, rain, and overcast skies just seem to solidify that Christmas will soon be here. I searched and found a radio station online so that I can listen to Christmas music, it was so fun to here those tunes. At the malls, the decor is all set up and everything looks beautiful! I have even started a little Christmas shopping. And to look forward to wrapping gifts, baking, seeing the Macy's Christmas windows, drinking egg nog...the list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this time of year! Yet, I know that we haven't even gotten to Thanksgiving yet, but I want to soak up every moment that I can and savor it until the end. Wanna join me?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2633668265618332185?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2633668265618332185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2633668265618332185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2633668265618332185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2633668265618332185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s that time'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2646225164678219600</id><published>2008-11-07T03:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:52:04.716Z</updated><title type='text'>An opportunity for YOU!</title><content type='html'>In the past I have enjoyed serving people, children, teachers, and families on mission trips.  It's been a little time since I've gotten to do this and I feel like it's time to go on another one.  But in the meantime while I figure that out, I would still like to serve.  There are a million reasons why I enjoy this but I won't go into them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about a place called Feed My Starving Children.  This organization packages dried food (chicken, veggies, rice, and soy) and sends them to the outer parts of the world to children who have no food, are starving to death, are ill...Currently they are shipping the food to Haiti.  And considering that I've been to Haiti and have seen so many children digging for food in garbage dumps, I couldn't be more thrilled that those kiddos will get some nourishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Feed My Starving Children is that I can go and package the food and help those who are in need.  All it takes is to go on a volunteer night (it's about once a week) for two hours and give your time to help.  Also, it's right here in the suburbs, Aurora, so you don't have to go far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that giving up some of my time to help bless others helps me too.  I encourage any and all to try it out one night.  There have been lots of families that do this as well.  Check it out at  &lt;a href="http://www.fmsc.org/"&gt;http://www.fmsc.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2646225164678219600?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2646225164678219600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2646225164678219600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2646225164678219600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2646225164678219600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/opportunity-for-you.html' title='An opportunity for YOU!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6112954881139033579</id><published>2008-11-05T00:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:36:37.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>As I continue to hear more and more about the presidential candidates (which I'm pretty tired of) and about how people are voting, I can't help but think about President George Bush.  Despite whether you thought he did a horrible job, a good job, or decent job, this man led our country for 8 years.  How is feeling?  What is he thinking?  Is he relieved to be out of the White House?  What will he do with his time?  How will he make the transition from being the leader of a country to now a normal citizen like you and I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6112954881139033579?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6112954881139033579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6112954881139033579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6112954881139033579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6112954881139033579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3995946679205630938</id><published>2008-10-27T23:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:58:27.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Eating Healthy</title><content type='html'>I've been on a kick lately of cooking and baking, it's been a lot of fun.  And the bonus is that it's healthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I've made which have been big hits:  BBQ turkey meatloaf, chicken pot pie, a chocolate cake made with diet pepsi, and blueberry scones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun to experiment and then I cross my fingers hoping others will enjoy it as well.  Back to looking for recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3995946679205630938?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3995946679205630938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3995946679205630938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3995946679205630938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3995946679205630938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-healthy.html' title='Eating Healthy'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7019268917857495705</id><published>2008-10-15T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:51:24.037Z</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>Today was so encouraging, I got three fantastic calls for random jobs that I would love to do!!  All in the same day, how great.  Watch out here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7019268917857495705?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7019268917857495705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7019268917857495705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7019268917857495705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7019268917857495705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7442055641701527226</id><published>2008-10-11T01:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:04:51.247Z</updated><title type='text'>This time of year</title><content type='html'>I am SO into fall right now.  I love that the trees are turning color, the weather is getting cooler, and the thought of the holidays is floating through the air.  Recently, I have fell in love with the flavor of pumpkin (I still can't stand pumpkin pie).  I have not been a fan of it before but I love that maybe some of my taste buds are changing.  So far I've had pumpkin soup and I have made low fat pumpkin bread.  Both were delish!  This weekend I'm making a pumpkin roll, I hope it turns out yummy.  I'm curious to try other pumpkin foods, we'll see what I come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7442055641701527226?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7442055641701527226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7442055641701527226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7442055641701527226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7442055641701527226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-time-of-year.html' title='This time of year'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5875461167336477997</id><published>2008-10-05T23:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:28:40.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Right now I'm loving:</title><content type='html'>~freshly picked apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~attending sporting events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~how versatile my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~that I'm taking a vacation soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~my White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~free time that I have all to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hearing my friends laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~that gas is going down in price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~watching "The Amazing Race"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the smell of a pumpkin candle burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; Rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the book I'm reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~that I have a couch in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the thoughts of a thanksgiving meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~that "24" will be on in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you loving right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5875461167336477997?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5875461167336477997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5875461167336477997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5875461167336477997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5875461167336477997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-now-im-loving.html' title='Right now I&apos;m loving:'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6861140147330090749</id><published>2008-10-01T02:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:40:13.624Z</updated><title type='text'>An inspiring excerpt</title><content type='html'>Marin Luther said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life therefore is not righteousness&lt;br /&gt;but growth in righteousness&lt;br /&gt;not health but healing&lt;br /&gt;not being but becoming...&lt;br /&gt;We are not yet what we shall be&lt;br /&gt;but we are growing toward it.&lt;br /&gt;The process is not yet finished&lt;br /&gt;but it is going on.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end&lt;br /&gt;but it is the road. &lt;br /&gt;All does not yet gleam in glory&lt;br /&gt; but all is being purified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6861140147330090749?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6861140147330090749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6861140147330090749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6861140147330090749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6861140147330090749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiring-excerpt.html' title='An inspiring excerpt'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6353385428954619640</id><published>2008-09-30T14:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:00:20.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>Check this out....fashionable diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26885530/?GT1=43001"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26885530/?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6353385428954619640?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6353385428954619640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6353385428954619640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6353385428954619640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6353385428954619640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3907358167698606026</id><published>2008-09-30T03:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:53:43.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait until tomorrow.  I get to hang out with a dear friend who loves me, encourages me, gives me guidance, and is on my side.  What more could I ask for?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3907358167698606026?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3907358167698606026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3907358167698606026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3907358167698606026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3907358167698606026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6329175998044042920</id><published>2008-09-29T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:45:38.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Virginity</title><content type='html'>The other day I was watching TV and caught an ear full when I heard that a grad student was auctioning off her virginity.  She was introduced to this idea when conducting research for a project.  This concept inspired her and thought she'd try it out, she thought by doing the auction it would be good research for her project and also help pay for grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two commentators had opossing views, one thought it was a good idea in the name of "research" while the other thought it was ridiculous to lower your standards and make money off of this activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the extremes people will go through to make a little extra cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6329175998044042920?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6329175998044042920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6329175998044042920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6329175998044042920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6329175998044042920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/virginity.html' title='Virginity'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5138807486687496351</id><published>2008-09-28T02:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:31:07.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7qDyjEvAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lpTGspqT_0k/s1600-h/Fam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250891566389967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7qDyjEvAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lpTGspqT_0k/s320/Fam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today the entire family headed to Jonomac Orchard.  It was a gorgeous fall day and we all began by picking apples.  Trying new apples was yummy and getting a variety to eat and bake with was an adventure.  Once we picked our half of bushel we had some apple donuts and slushies to cool us down before we headed to the corn maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7p3wIV4TI/AAAAAAAAACM/gme8sIvS5K8/s1600-h/girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250891359582544178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7p3wIV4TI/AAAAAAAAACM/gme8sIvS5K8/s320/girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7ps0YGBqI/AAAAAAAAACE/dErVSlfNTU0/s1600-h/boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250891171743794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7ps0YGBqI/AAAAAAAAACE/dErVSlfNTU0/s320/boys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The corn maze was shaped in a huge apple to celebrate the orchards 25th anniversary.  There were numbers and words carved into the maze as well.  As we have done in the past, we divide the family up into two teams.  The boys which includes my dad, Matthew and Mark.  Then we have the girls which includes my mom, Ashley, my sister-in-law Angela and myself.  The goal is to get through the maze, figure out all six clues in the maze and get the appropriate hole punches, and finish with the fastest time.  The boys started out 5 minutes ahead of the girls.  Once we were in there we had a blast and the competitive juices kicked in.  At times we could hear the boys team and knew it was going to be a close race.  I am proud to say that the girls team kicked butt.  We all worked together and had just such a fun and exhilarating time and can't wait to do it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the evening by coming home and making caramel apples.  The caramel was way too thick so we all have sore jaws from chewing.  This is a tradition I want to keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5138807486687496351?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5138807486687496351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5138807486687496351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5138807486687496351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5138807486687496351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-fun-day.html' title='Fall Fun Day'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SN7qDyjEvAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lpTGspqT_0k/s72-c/Fam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2130215427212613829</id><published>2008-09-26T15:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:10:57.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Last week was speed bumps and this week...potholes?</title><content type='html'>Not sure where to begin to capture my thoughts and emotions.  Well lets see, I figured that while I was waiting to see if I will be trying to move to CA again I thought I would be a substitute teacher.  There were lots of good reasoning behind this being a good idea so I went forward with it.  After I've completed all the paper work and ready to turn it all in I was informed that I would not be able to start subbing until November.  WHAT?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel like every avenue I'm trying to go down the bottom keeps dropping out.  I'm getting frusrtated and discouraged and it's harder to trust that God is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2130215427212613829?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2130215427212613829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2130215427212613829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2130215427212613829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2130215427212613829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-week-was-speed-bumps-and-this.html' title='Last week was speed bumps and this week...potholes?'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6786848106846820632</id><published>2008-09-23T15:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:36:04.255Z</updated><title type='text'>A little laugh</title><content type='html'>The other day at work, 2 funny sayings were said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:  Gina, do you know how to make macaroni and cheese?  If I could have only responded with something sarcastic like no at culinary school they don't teach me how to boil water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:  The dad was telling his 3 year old daughter that before going to bed she needed to change her panties and the 5 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chimed&lt;/span&gt; in with or you can wear no panties like mommy!  I about lost it!  Then the dad replied with honey I know we don't keep secrets but that is one secret you can keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6786848106846820632?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6786848106846820632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6786848106846820632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6786848106846820632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6786848106846820632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-laugh.html' title='A little laugh'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7737158917797941601</id><published>2008-09-17T15:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:47:20.891Z</updated><title type='text'>The past few days</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a few days and the dust is settling.  I have to admit those first few days of hearing the news that I wasn't moving to CA on Monday was a little heart wrenching and confusing.  Tears of sadness were wept and the emotional drainage continued with having to tell family and friends what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say that a corner has been turned.  It is SO interesting to me to see how immediately God is placing ideas, possible work opportunities, and people in my path to encourage me as I prepare to stay in IL for a few more weeks while I figure out my next step.  I can honestly say that I am excited to stay here and see how these weeks will pan out.  I'm reminded that God has His watchful eye on me and definitely cares for me and will continue to provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7737158917797941601?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7737158917797941601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7737158917797941601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7737158917797941601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7737158917797941601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-547095720532404426</id><published>2008-09-14T22:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:35:35.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Bump in the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bikexprt.com/massfacil/nonstandard/images/DSCF0248Concord%20speed%20hump%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bikexprt.com/massfacil/nonstandard/images/DSCF0248Concord%20speed%20hump%20small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe that I'm all ready to move to California. I've cleaned out all of my storage stuff, purged things from my closet, had the brakes done on my car, all of my friends were contacted of where I would be spending the nights along the drive out, a suitcase of clothes was sent with a friend who was traveling to CA this weekend, I met up with all of my friends and family to say those good-bye's...AND THEN I get a text message from the lady I'm renting my room from saying that she wants me to postpone my trip because a ill and unemployed family member showed up at her house and is staying in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely shocked!!! I stayed calm when I read this but today I'm a bit ticked off. I realize that this is not the time I'm suppose to go out there, but I still want to move there, but I feel like I am back to square one. I felt like as long as I had a place to live (and I wanted to live with someone from my friends church or friends of friends) that that would be enough and I could look for a job and find a church and get settled. Now the other roommate possibilities that I had are taken and now I don't know where to look or how this is all going to pan out or when I will get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, now there is a bunch of uncertainty...Please God give me your peace and continue to guide me of where you want me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-547095720532404426?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/547095720532404426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=547095720532404426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/547095720532404426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/547095720532404426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/bump-in-road.html' title='Bump in the road'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2640358270537134897</id><published>2008-09-02T01:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:30:53.730Z</updated><title type='text'>House Sold</title><content type='html'>Last week was a bit rough.  I was emotionally drained and sometimes I wondered how I would keep on trucking.  In the midst of it all, my parents received some news that they received a contract on their house.  Their house has been on the market for over a year and nothing has happened.  Everyone was so pleasantly surprised by the contract.  The wheeling and dealing between both parties worked and my parents have sold their house.  WAHOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for them.  The tricky part is that they have to be out in 3 WEEKS!!!  Insanity if you ask me, but possible.  A friend of mine just moved on Friday, so Saturday I was over there picking up moving boxes to start the packing.  The packing party began and boy oh boy we got SO much accomplished this weekend.  (I felt like I didn't have a weekend, but what are you going to do!!!)  My family is off to a good start and I'm happy I could help relieve some of that stress.  And this was a great distraction for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2640358270537134897?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2640358270537134897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2640358270537134897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2640358270537134897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2640358270537134897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-sold.html' title='House Sold'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2492272376338155791</id><published>2008-08-20T02:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:31:37.467Z</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>I have thoroughly enjoyed the past week or so.  Nothing crazy has happened but I have had the privilege of getting together with friends I haven't seen in a while, teachers that I use to work with, parents of kids whom I've taught, and then just my normal good close friends.  I love getting the opportunity to meet up for coffee or grab dessert or whatever.  Relationships to me are so important and I love getting to know people.  I'm looking forward to more of these important encounters in my life in the next few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those of you who I was able to spend some great quality time with!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2492272376338155791?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2492272376338155791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2492272376338155791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2492272376338155791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2492272376338155791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2016653887054196879</id><published>2008-08-11T15:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:48:26.553Z</updated><title type='text'>The OLYMPICS.....</title><content type='html'>Make me want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get into amazing shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-travel the world to see some of these countries I've never heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stay glued to the TV all day because I love the sports, competition, enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE OLYMPICS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2016653887054196879?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2016653887054196879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2016653887054196879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2016653887054196879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2016653887054196879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='The OLYMPICS.....'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-534050736536983100</id><published>2008-08-04T23:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:34:27.453Z</updated><title type='text'>The Mail</title><content type='html'>Today I received a piece of mail for assisted living and memory care.  Yes, assisted living and memory care...I know I am turning 30 this year but come on.  Who sent this to me as a joke?!?!?!  I was being notified that I could go check out my new home and get free refreshments.  On the brochure there was a picture of this elderly woman who might even be my neighbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder how in the world they got your name and address?  How and why do I get these crazy pieces of mail?  We all sure did get a kick out of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-534050736536983100?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/534050736536983100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=534050736536983100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/534050736536983100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/534050736536983100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/08/mail.html' title='The Mail'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3877719800735485673</id><published>2008-07-24T02:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:16:49.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfwnr2-PnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gNbHipyp12I/s1600-h/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410457165610610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfwnr2-PnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gNbHipyp12I/s320/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COLDPLAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! At one point in the concert they begin to exit the stage, as thought it appeared, but they don't. They ran right up the aisle we were sitting in. We all were so in shock that we couldn't get our cameras out or touch them. After they ran past us they headed over to sing a set of songs, this is how close we were to them. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfwUIMiY2I/AAAAAAAAABs/HIQuL8ixyYY/s1600-h/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226410121174868834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfwUIMiY2I/AAAAAAAAABs/HIQuL8ixyYY/s320/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eight of us standing outside the United Center after the concert. What a night...so fun...to hard to say with words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfv8Tgzn1I/AAAAAAAAABk/RObdPK5LYnk/s1600-h/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226409711895813970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfv8Tgzn1I/AAAAAAAAABk/RObdPK5LYnk/s320/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this shot. Each song had their own lighting, backgrounds....it was a fun touch. There were also these huge balls hanging from the ceiling, some moved up and down while other remained motionless. But these balls would portray different images of the band playing, the crowd dancing, media clips....Very cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfvaFUUEGI/AAAAAAAAABc/tlihZxjkvZc/s1600-h/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226409123969765474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfvaFUUEGI/AAAAAAAAABc/tlihZxjkvZc/s320/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, here is Chris Martin. The concert was incredible. The band is unbelievably talented, I have a new found appreciation for their unique nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; opened with "Violet Hill" from their new album, great tune to get the crowd going. They played pretty much every song off of "Viva la Vida". Many of the old favorites were thrown in there as well. They were filming for a video during the song "Lost" which is one of my favorites. I can't wait to see the video!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will definitely go to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; concert, my expectations were exceeded! Love that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3877719800735485673?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3877719800735485673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3877719800735485673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3877719800735485673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3877719800735485673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la Vida....'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SIfwnr2-PnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gNbHipyp12I/s72-c/Coldplay+July+22,+2008+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8075259907369726654</id><published>2008-07-20T22:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:43:33.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, Saturday, my entire day was booked. I had a tire rotation appointment in the morning and then I was working the rest of the day. Well, that all changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did start off my day at the tire shop, which let's be honest...I've had some problems with this place and my tires so starting off the day there didn't seem like much fun. BUT, I was pleasantly surprised when they got me in and out in less than 20 minutes (I've spent hours there). So my day started off great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to the theatre to catch "The Dark Knight". I was looking forward to seeing it, but everyone kept saying how great it was and I was wondering how I would bring my high expectations down, so I wouldn't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't have too, I loved the movie!!! The acting was great, the stunts and special affects rocked, it was shot in Chicago, and Heath Ledger was AMAZING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my dad, brother, and I headed down to the city to catch the White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; game. Oh it was great, my first of the season. We ate a little pizza before the game and enjoyed a night game at U.S. Cellular. Despite the loss, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how the day would have originated, I love how it turned out even better than I could have expected.  Now that was a fantastic day in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8075259907369726654?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8075259907369726654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8075259907369726654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8075259907369726654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8075259907369726654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever?'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1547051965370753264</id><published>2008-07-17T03:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-17T03:44:19.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Join me</title><content type='html'>Without getting into what I'm experiencing and feeling, I was listening to this song "Came to my Rescue" and tonight I'm making this my prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling on my knees in worship&lt;br /&gt;Giving all I am to seek Your face&lt;br /&gt;Lord all I am is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life&lt;br /&gt;I place in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Humbled I bow down&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called You answered&lt;br /&gt;And You came to my rescue and I&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In our world&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In our love&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1547051965370753264?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1547051965370753264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1547051965370753264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1547051965370753264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1547051965370753264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/join-me.html' title='Join me'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5391342956025387981</id><published>2008-07-11T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:07.152Z</updated><title type='text'>$28,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/clipart/babies/images/pregnant-mom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/clipart/babies/images/pregnant-mom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnancy....well for one I'm not pregnant nor will I ever be for a while. But I'm intrigued by this phenomenon but really cannot relate to women who have been pregnant, can't get pregnant, or are trying to get pregnant. BUT, I do have some common sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Martha Stewart's daughter on a talk show. She is 42, divorced and really wanting to have a child. So she is going to extreme measures to best prepare her body to get pregnant at her age. That means tons of monthly ultrasounds, lots of drugs, shots, doctor appointments...and all of this for a cost of $28,000 PER MONTH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you kidding me? I mean, come on! Yes, she is dying to have a child and she is trying really hard for this to happen (which I have not been in her shoes so I don't fully get it). But maybe, just maybe it's not suppose to happen or happen this way or at this time. OR is that really the smartest way to spend 28 grand every month?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you might have picked up upon, this pissed me off. I don't even need to go into orphans in Africa not having food to eat, but as a person who works hard each month to make it, then to hear this chick spending tons of money in one month that I don't even make in a year on drugging up her body so that she has a healthy egg to impregnate made me sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I off my rocker? Is there something that I am missing? Oh, please do tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5391342956025387981?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5391342956025387981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5391342956025387981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5391342956025387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5391342956025387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/28000.html' title='$28,000'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-700930258991615312</id><published>2008-07-10T01:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:06:44.507Z</updated><title type='text'>Spoken too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lightingjokes.com/Graphics/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lightingjokes.com/Graphics/lightbulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel torn in so many directions.  As I search for teaching jobs I am running into the realization that there are few far and in between jobs available...which I am ok with.  I know that something will happen, I feel that God has allowed me so many different and unique experiences in my life that He is opening up a new avenue for me.  I can't wait to see where and what I will be doing.  Despite this excitement, there are days of confusion, frustration, questions...A friend gave me a verse, Jeremiah 33:3,  "Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know."  I am claiming and clinging to this during this season of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-700930258991615312?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/700930258991615312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=700930258991615312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/700930258991615312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/700930258991615312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/spoken-too.html' title='Spoken too'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6381276864128272559</id><published>2008-07-09T00:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:17:42.863Z</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait...</title><content type='html'>~for football season to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~to move into my own place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~to find out how The Food Network will impact my little brother since he is really getting into some of the shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~see how my sister will do in drivers ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6381276864128272559?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6381276864128272559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6381276864128272559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6381276864128272559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6381276864128272559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-976304911737980973</id><published>2008-07-07T01:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:46:56.662Z</updated><title type='text'>The Taste</title><content type='html'>1.  I love going there to watch people, nearly did not have enough time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why the hell do people purchase fruit with their tickets?  I'm talking about watermelon and grapes, not the chocolate covered bananas.  I mean, you do not go to the taste if you are on a diet or trying to stay on one.  Go get yourself a funnel cake for crying out loud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  As a single girl, it amazes me to see the couples there.  How did they begin dating?  Or I can't believe those two are together, I would have never have thought that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-976304911737980973?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/976304911737980973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=976304911737980973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/976304911737980973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/976304911737980973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/taste.html' title='The Taste'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1927729685005305075</id><published>2008-07-03T15:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:30:45.959Z</updated><title type='text'>The next 4 days</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited for what will transpire over the 4th of July weekend.  This is what I love and live for....fun and friends!  I can't wait to attend Ribfest and see ReoSpeedwagon, go to bbqs, attend the taste of chicago, see old friends from college, and have a bachelorette finale party.  I would love squeezing in a Sox game too.  Wahooo!!!  Let the fun begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1927729685005305075?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1927729685005305075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1927729685005305075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1927729685005305075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1927729685005305075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-4-days.html' title='The next 4 days'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2012468814097100433</id><published>2008-07-02T02:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:03:34.779Z</updated><title type='text'>A funny kid comment</title><content type='html'>One of the days I was watching my boys during my overnight stay, we had a rough day.  The kiddos were not getting along, crying, fighting, and getting into trouble.  As I was talking to the five year old we were having a discussion about choices and consequences.  I asked him if he knew the different consequences that he could face.  He said, "yes" and then I asked him to tell me what they were.  He said, "he could be put in a timeout, get a spanking, be sent to his room, or get a tatoo."  I said, "a tatoo?"  He said, "yes".  I asked him to explain what he meant and he said, "he would get a tatoo of his dad's hand on him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it was hard to not burst out laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2012468814097100433?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2012468814097100433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2012468814097100433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2012468814097100433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2012468814097100433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-kid-comment.html' title='A funny kid comment'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-884754646248959756</id><published>2008-06-30T13:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:42:05.113Z</updated><title type='text'>People amaze me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dave-s/1185538166/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dave-s/1185538166/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend I went to Centennial Beach with the 3 boys that I was watching for a few nights. They were 5, 3, and 9 months old. I loved going to the beach!!! I could stand in the shallow water and hang with the boys or we could head to the HUGE sand area and play. It was a great set up since I had my hands full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach they provide some of those tall umbrellas. A few announcements came across informing the guests that since it is windy, they recommend that all umbrellas be closed. Of course, there were those that didn't listen and remained open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was standing in the water I saw this huge umbrella begin to fall. A life guard went running over to make sure no one was hurt. The umbrella top had flipped open the wrong way so now 2 life guards were trying to bend the bars back in so that they could close it down. The lady who did not listen to the announcement continued just sitting there watching these guys struggle with this umbrella for 5 minutes. I could not believe the audacity of this lady, she just had this smile on her face and continued to be a spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think, since you were responsible for this problem that you would help? I don't understand people sometimes. And for some reason this lady got under my skin. I wanted to say to her "Get off your lazy, arrogant *** and help fix the umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh)!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-884754646248959756?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/884754646248959756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=884754646248959756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/884754646248959756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/884754646248959756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-amaze-me.html' title='People amaze me'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2492912238813372698</id><published>2008-06-25T13:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:40:48.106Z</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><content type='html'>Thing #1:&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was going out and was looking for something in my closet to wear.  A few months ago I bit the bullet and bought some fancy jeans, you know jeans that you could wear with nice boots or jeans that you can dress up.  What is interesting about this is that I usually only buy things that I need right now or if I don't they have to be on sale and these jeans fit neither of those categories.  I forgot I had them and was so happy to find them in my closet.  The little things in life that put a smile on my face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things #2:&lt;br /&gt;I was out for a walk the other morning and ran into a family whose son I had tutored.  As we recognized each other and talked for a second, the son came to the door followed by their big lab dog.  The little boy opened the door and to my surprise, the dog come charging at me.  Now I don't mind dogs, but as I saw this huge dog coming at me I was a bit nervous and was preparing myself in case she jumped on me.  Instead of jumping when she got to me she slobbered all over me.  I am totally grossed out by this, why did this lady think it would be ok for her dog to bolt out and then drool all over me???  I don't think that animal lovers get non animal lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2492912238813372698?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2492912238813372698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2492912238813372698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2492912238813372698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2492912238813372698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-things.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6444493739980534760</id><published>2008-06-18T00:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:04:03.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't get it</title><content type='html'>If there is an EMPTY dishwasher next to the kitchen sink...why is it so hard for people to rinse off their dirty dish(es) and just pop in the dishwasher instead of letting it pile up in the sink?!?!?!?!   With all of the different roommates I have had, I have never been able to figure this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6444493739980534760?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6444493739980534760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6444493739980534760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6444493739980534760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6444493739980534760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-get-it.html' title='Don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2500132615983998545</id><published>2008-06-13T23:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:48:33.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Festivals</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year because there is so much great stuff going on. All of the festivals and outside activities are getting on their way and I cannot wait to partake in them. A few that I am looking forward to are Ribfest, Taste of Chicago, Navy Pier, dancing in the park, going to some baseball games and barbequing. I am ready to have FUN, FUN, FUN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2500132615983998545?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2500132615983998545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2500132615983998545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2500132615983998545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2500132615983998545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/festivals.html' title='Festivals'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5941423119577348548</id><published>2008-06-12T00:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:16:50.479Z</updated><title type='text'>As requested....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBz8Uh4BWI/AAAAAAAAABU/7BUaFPWixxQ/s1600-h/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210792249007801698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBz8Uh4BWI/AAAAAAAAABU/7BUaFPWixxQ/s320/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBz0oQ0UgI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgV0h8xxsl8/s1600-h/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210792116866011650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBz0oQ0UgI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgV0h8xxsl8/s320/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBzobZzZFI/AAAAAAAAABE/xetRTs4DiYs/s1600-h/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210791907255608402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBzobZzZFI/AAAAAAAAABE/xetRTs4DiYs/s320/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBzNcwBOHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0YUDiMGBCo/s1600-h/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210791443760756850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBzNcwBOHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0YUDiMGBCo/s320/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well blogger totally put these pictures in the wrong order, so I will tell you about this fun time from the end to the beginning.  At the end of our time, they dip you into the ocean.  We were in there for a few seconds to get refreshed before being brought back up into the air.  Ashley and I are at our max height in these two pictures.  It was so peaceful and relaxing to look at the blue/green ocean and mountains!!!  Lastly, Ashley and I are just being pulled up into the sky.  They let out 600 feet of rope, we just kept going and going.  It was really smooth sailing.  I have always wanted to go parasailing and am so glad that I fulfilled one of my goals!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5941423119577348548?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5941423119577348548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5941423119577348548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5941423119577348548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5941423119577348548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-requested.html' title='As requested....'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/SFBz8Uh4BWI/AAAAAAAAABU/7BUaFPWixxQ/s72-c/Parasailing+in+St.+Thomas+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2893353861083292196</id><published>2008-06-11T00:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:11:11.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Trip</title><content type='html'>What a treat it was to be away.  And to be honest, the time did not fly by, which I have to say was awesome.  We were able to soak up every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew into Puerto Rico a day early and hung out.  After a 2 mile walk in the sweltering heat, we arrived at the shopping to find out we only had 30 minutes to shop.  It was so sad considering I had blisters on my feet from the journey.  Despite that it was nice to see San Juan and some of the cultural aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we boarded the ship.  It was awesome!!!  There was rock climbing, mini golf, a great workout facility, pools, hot tubs, ice skating, bb courts, movie theatre, casino, shopping, and much more.  There was always something to do.  We stopped at 4 wonderful islands where we shopped and hung out at the beaches:  Aruba, Curacao, St. Maarten, and St. Thomas.   I enjoyed parasailing and being the passenger while my sister FLEW on the jet ski.  We had no internet, TV, newspaper, or phone and it was absolutely wonderful.  There was a ton of food to eat, great evening entertainment, and a very hospitable cruise staff that went out of their way to help us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful that our family had a great time.  I will post pics once I finish getting them all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2893353861083292196?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2893353861083292196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2893353861083292196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2893353861083292196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2893353861083292196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-family-trip.html' title='Our Family Trip'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-517340780059505490</id><published>2008-05-30T02:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:20:35.082Z</updated><title type='text'>While I'm away</title><content type='html'>There are a bunch of things to do still before I leave Saturday morning for my family vacation.  I know it will all get done, but I'm feeling a bit stressed.  Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that while I'm away from "life" that God would reveal His next step for me, that I would know when I get back what I need to do, what doors to walk through...  I would love it if when you think of me to join me in praying that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-517340780059505490?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/517340780059505490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=517340780059505490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/517340780059505490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/517340780059505490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/while-im-away.html' title='While I&apos;m away'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4352605912072920687</id><published>2008-05-27T00:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:34:48.168Z</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was nice to have a long weekend.  It was filled with work, relaxation, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt;, spending time outside, and running errands.  My family and I leave for vacation in a few days and with this week being so busy it is going to fly by.  I am trying to work as much as I can so I have some spending cash for the trip and then you know it's time to do the girlie stuff:  manicure, pedicure...I have been waiting forever to do those.  I am dreaming of the beach, good food, fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, and seeing new things.  I wish I could be on a vacation all the time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4352605912072920687?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4352605912072920687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4352605912072920687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4352605912072920687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4352605912072920687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6090569363902348896</id><published>2008-05-20T03:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:54:41.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Soft, calm voice</title><content type='html'>As from previous posts it has been stated that my life is full of confusion right now.  I am here to report some good news.  Well, it's not that I found a job for the summer or a job for the fall or determined where I will be living or anything like that.  What I do have to say is that God is faithful.  At this point in my life, all I can cling onto is that God has a purpose and plan and to keep my eyes fixed on Him.  Is that easy, hell NO?!?!  But I continue to push through it.  The other day I was listening to some worship music, and to those of you who know me are going to find this crazy, but I have been listening to Christian radio and worship music more frequently.  Due to where I am at, I need to be reminded of who God is and what He is doing in my life on a regular basis so I don't go crazy, and Christian music is helping me with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to what I was saying, a song came on and I was worshipping God with my hands raised towards Him (while I was driving) I was gently reminded to take one day at a time and that He will show me each and every day what I need to be doing and even maybe what I don't need to be doing.  This helped put my thoughts, emotions, and actions at ease.  Did it cure everything...no, but I remind myself of that time and hold onto that promise that God has for me.  This was such a simple reminder that we have heard a million times, but this time I felt it and needed to apply it immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a testing time and God is preparing me for something.  He is refining me and molding me for something.  I cannot wait to figure out what that is!  My faith will be strengthened and I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6090569363902348896?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6090569363902348896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6090569363902348896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6090569363902348896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6090569363902348896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/soft-calm-voice.html' title='Soft, calm voice'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7774017595846503585</id><published>2008-05-15T02:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:04:59.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Goin' hollywood</title><content type='html'>So recently I have been interested in the some of the trends that are going on in Hollywood. My focus has been towards the "going out attire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I really enjoy shopping and having my own cute style. But I feel the need to change or spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me, know that I am not a clubbin' girl or anything of that nature, BUT the style that is interesting me right now are the dresses (of course classy and not hoochie) that fit that scene. I would not purchase these because I have no need for them except to stare at them in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I do. We are going on a family vacation...a cruise. We have to be dressed up for dinners. And guess what...the styles I have been following will be perfect for the trip! And I realized that I could use these for the birthday bash in Vegas in a few months. Double whammiiieeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found some adorable dresses and just purchasing them made me feel so sophisticated, trendy, my age, and ready to take on the world. I cannot wait to wear them! Now, I just need to get some great jewlery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7774017595846503585?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7774017595846503585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7774017595846503585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7774017595846503585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7774017595846503585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/goin-hollywodd.html' title='Goin&apos; hollywood'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5568419949322208412</id><published>2008-05-13T20:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:13:41.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Happenings of Monday night</title><content type='html'>What a great night of tv last night!!!  The Bachelor and Hills finale.  It was so sad to see them come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable is that Shayne!  I am so glad that Matt picked her.  I picture this couple to be so widely followed like the Bachelorette, Trista and Ryan.  I do have to say if I was Shayne, I don't think I would like to be called monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to have to wait until Aug. 18 to watch the Hills again is going to kill me.  What is it about that show that just hooks me in?  Maybe it's just a bunch of girls living in LA, enjoying life, and having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5568419949322208412?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5568419949322208412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5568419949322208412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5568419949322208412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5568419949322208412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/happenings-of-monday-night.html' title='Happenings of Monday night'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-502208071271822364</id><published>2008-05-10T04:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:43:21.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Keep on truckin'</title><content type='html'>I have come to realize that I DO NOT like the place I am at in life right here at the moment.  I try really hard that whatever I am doing or wherever I may be to enjoy the moment, take in all that I can, and not wish anything away.  Currently the opposite is true for me.  This season that God has placed me in, is not one that I am enjoying.  If this is a test, I am trying to push through but I feel like I am in quick sand, sinking further and further away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like myself now, my emotions are all over the board, I have a negative outlook at times, I expect things and my hopes are dashed since my expectations haven't been met, I have too many decisions to make, pressure is building up, I'm confused and lost, I feel like I have been let down...and the list goes on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God where are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are there, right by my side, but I certainly don't feel you or see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-502208071271822364?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/502208071271822364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=502208071271822364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/502208071271822364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/502208071271822364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-on-truckin.html' title='Keep on truckin&apos;'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5150385116174827287</id><published>2008-05-08T02:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:06:55.043Z</updated><title type='text'>REAL WORLD</title><content type='html'>Usually I am way into the MTV show "The Real World" but this season I just haven't paid much attention to it.  This morning when I was working out this show was on.  Man, watching this made my work out go so fast, which was a huge added bonus.  It definitely hooked my attention and so I figured I would watch the next episode which was tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy on the show named Joey.  He is a body builder who is huge, has battled with drugs and alcohol, and has poor self esteem.  I know this is going to sound so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheezy&lt;/span&gt; and you can mock me all you want, but watching him breaks my heart!!!!  To see past the physical appearance and see a person who is in so much pain was sad to see.  He talks about his past and his family and how horrible it is.  I was reminded that there are people all around who are struggling and going through a variety of issues.  People have tough backgrounds, rough families, and sad situations.  Even though on the outside it may seem that everything is grand, it may not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is moving me to pray that they would find true hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5150385116174827287?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5150385116174827287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5150385116174827287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5150385116174827287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5150385116174827287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/05/real-world.html' title='REAL WORLD'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2035527046350118621</id><published>2008-04-30T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:28:18.492Z</updated><title type='text'>It's that time</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year because the weather is suppose to be turning warmer , the flowers are blooming, and baseball season has started.  I also hate this time of year because, where I am at in my life, I have to figure out what job or jobs I will be working from now until the end of summer to pay the bills.  I am tired of this!  My role in the past has been a nanny.  Which will most likely happen again.  But now it seems to be a problem of WHO will I work for?  Usually I have some options and now there aren't that many.  I am a bit stressed out by it all.  I am praying that God will give me peace and the more people I talk with about my situation, maybe someone will know of someone who needs a responsible and loving girl like me to watch their kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2035527046350118621?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2035527046350118621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2035527046350118621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2035527046350118621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2035527046350118621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s that time'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6304737566433520620</id><published>2008-04-24T02:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:00:42.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Conspire</title><content type='html'>I just have to brag a bit about my dear, dear friend Amy.  She is in charge of leading an amazing children's conference that is being held this week.  The amount of time, creativity, and leadership she has put into making this an amazing conference is unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day.  As someone who works with kids, I was encouraged and spurred on to go out and meet students where they are at in life.  As an educator, flooding their minds with tons of information just won't cut it.  It is so imporatant to see who they are, get what they are doing and understand how they are acting.  I am feeling re-energized and filled up to go make an impact on student's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6304737566433520620?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6304737566433520620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6304737566433520620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6304737566433520620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6304737566433520620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/conspire.html' title='Conspire'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7122569088241379999</id><published>2008-04-20T12:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:45:42.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Soon and very soon</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those weeks.  The kind that never end, that you want to put behind you, forget about, disregard...you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a new beginning tomorrow.  I am in need of a fresh start and a good outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will wrap up my last week of teaching....WAHOOO!!!!  And then I have a night class this week and next and then I am officially done.  The time has flown by, I can't believe it is almost over.  It is a great feeling to be so close to the end, but then I am nervous for the next part of my life.  I hate that I am anxious, worried, and nervous about finding the right teaching job in the right place at the right time.  I am ready to have ONE job that has a steady income and insurance.  But in the midst of all this chaos I also have to figure out a job for the next four months until teaching begins.  I keep telling myself....one day at a time....one day at a time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7122569088241379999?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7122569088241379999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7122569088241379999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7122569088241379999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7122569088241379999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/soon-and-very-soon.html' title='Soon and very soon'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8076364953486259749</id><published>2008-04-08T21:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:46:51.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Disgust</title><content type='html'>As I have said before I am working out and eating healthy.  I am trying to lose a little more weight before I go on our family vacation in 7 weeks.  I am motivated to work harder to reach my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks I have encountered more and more people older than me, let's say above 40, who are going on diets and just not satisfied with how they look.  This makes me so frustrated to know that at that age, one has not come to grip with how they look.  Why does body image have to be such a consuming thing?  Do girls ever get to a point of being content?  Will this always be a problem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get to the age of 50 and realize that I wasted years of time being so worried about the weight I am or what size clothes I fit into.  It is hard with the society that we live in.  I think that is part of the problem but the rest lies within.  We or I need to continue to change my perception and not dwell on this.  There are bigger things in life that should be of more concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8076364953486259749?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8076364953486259749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8076364953486259749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8076364953486259749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8076364953486259749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/disgust.html' title='Disgust'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4603093587691108838</id><published>2008-04-07T21:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:40:47.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>My life is really crazy at this point in time.  I am trying to find a routine and get organized.  So this blog may not be updated as often as I would like.  But keep checkin' back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4603093587691108838?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4603093587691108838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4603093587691108838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4603093587691108838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4603093587691108838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1904010828680129098</id><published>2008-04-02T02:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:16:51.244Z</updated><title type='text'>FOUR/1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R_L0gdjshHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hSFvOi3_fPY/s1600-h/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017-erik2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184474959584199794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R_L0gdjshHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hSFvOi3_fPY/s400/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017-erik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy(not the kid)....Erik....just got April fooooooooled!  The joke was turned on him!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTCHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1904010828680129098?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1904010828680129098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1904010828680129098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1904010828680129098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1904010828680129098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/four1.html' title='FOUR/1'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R_L0gdjshHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hSFvOi3_fPY/s72-c/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017-erik2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7503840887387632708</id><published>2008-03-28T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:40:28.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, has the bachelor turned into a talent show?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7503840887387632708?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7503840887387632708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7503840887387632708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7503840887387632708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7503840887387632708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1154905366262741464</id><published>2008-03-28T01:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:34:10.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Update on my week</title><content type='html'>It's been crazy busy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had two finals and my exit interview from the teaching program at Judson.  Wow, my time there is soon coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dear friends had her first baby this week.  It was fun to meet Blake, hold him, and see how his mommy was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I start my four week teaching experience for Judson.  I will be teaching two subjects a day and assisting where needed.  My commute will be a minimum of an hour each way, pray that God gives me patience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished tutoring all my students this week.  It is bitter sweet to see that come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we didn't do "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baja&lt;/span&gt;" night...I was happy to rekindle that this week.  We even switched it to an earlier night because we all were craving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a good week of exercising and staying on my good eating plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow...I want to sleep in and then catch up on all the shows that I didn't get a chance to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to my friends who have supported me through all of this stuff this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1154905366262741464?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1154905366262741464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1154905366262741464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1154905366262741464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1154905366262741464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-my-week.html' title='Update on my week'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6558676785291168317</id><published>2008-03-24T01:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:18:31.851Z</updated><title type='text'>To a new week</title><content type='html'>Last week was not such a good week of staying on my healthy eating pattern...there were two holidays (St. Patty's Day and Easter) and a few other evenings of eating out where I made poor choices.  I don't think all the salads and working out I did balanced it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank goodness I have a fresh new week ahead of me to get back on track!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6558676785291168317?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6558676785291168317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6558676785291168317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6558676785291168317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6558676785291168317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-new-week.html' title='To a new week'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7644342997208312912</id><published>2008-03-22T12:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:01:23.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Say my name, say my name</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I was out with some friends and were discussing the different ways that my last name gets pronounced and even my first name.  It's crazy.  We got some great laughs out of it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to pick up some Panda Express (can't stand their food) for my sister.  As I paid with my credit card, the man behind the counter said "thank you ms. _____  and then one of the funny pronunciations came out of his mouth.  I am going to try to explain to you how he said it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say the word geese.  Now take how you say the "gee" in "geese" and add zzo to the end of it.  Now say it all together and really emphasize the "ee"s.  You got it?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not think it is even funny, but I almost busted out laughing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7644342997208312912?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7644342997208312912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7644342997208312912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7644342997208312912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7644342997208312912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-my-name-say-my-name.html' title='Say my name, say my name'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4915838227351019021</id><published>2008-03-21T03:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:23:26.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts by Gina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well they are not really that deep, but just what's been on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I have been thinking about moving to California.  I have talked about it for the past few months, but now as I begin the process of applying for jobs the reality of finding a job and home are settling in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In previous posts I have mentioned that I think about California on a daily basis.  This thought has began to increase.  When I see a team from CA, I want them to win or a girl who is on the bachelor and is from CA, I want her to win...the other night I spent the night at my friends house and the clock in the room was 2 hours behind and I thought of CA time.  I know that all of this might sound strange, but there is a reason why this state is always on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have begun to doubt why I think about it so much.  Maybe it is just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt; or maybe because the weather sucks here and is way better there or ...But I can't help but think that God has a plan for me and at some point going to California might be a part of it.  I need to hold fast to it and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and future", declares the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4915838227351019021?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4915838227351019021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4915838227351019021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4915838227351019021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4915838227351019021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/deep-thoughts-by-gina.html' title='Deep thoughts by Gina'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3288101166926926261</id><published>2008-03-17T02:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:00:14.168Z</updated><title type='text'>I was deceived</title><content type='html'>Today as I drove to church and back, the sun was shining and I was a bit warm in my car.  So I cracked the sun roof and enjoyed the beautiful change in weather.  With the sun shining, I just feel different and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are going on a family vacation in a few months, I knew that I needed to step up my work out routine and "diet".  With that said, I thought I would put in an extra workout today.  After a healthy lunch I threw on a sweatshirt and pants and decided to take my workout outside.  As soon as I walked out the door, it was freezing cold.  My walk soon turned into a jog because all I could think about was getting warm.  Then my lungs started killing me, every breath was painful.  In my head I just wanted to turn around and give up.  But I pushed through the pain, started walking again, and after 15 minutes, the breathing wasn't so painful.  Until, my way back when I was walking against the wind.  AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will continue to use the treadmill until it is significantly warmer out.  How do those people run outside during the winter?  I must have done something wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3288101166926926261?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3288101166926926261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3288101166926926261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3288101166926926261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3288101166926926261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-deceived.html' title='I was deceived'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1868431817333429926</id><published>2008-03-14T02:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T03:01:57.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer Song</title><content type='html'>For the past few years there seems to be a song that comes out in the spring and then by summer it is THE song. You know the one that you crank up the volume to and drive with your windows down and can't stop dancing too. Last summer for me it was this song and at times I still can't sit still when I hear it. Enjoy... &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?vid=157700"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?vid=157700&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this summer's song be? I am anxious to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1868431817333429926?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1868431817333429926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1868431817333429926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1868431817333429926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1868431817333429926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-song.html' title='Summer Song'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5633545748353160464</id><published>2008-03-12T23:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:04:19.117Z</updated><title type='text'>My little getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/41/InNOut.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/41/InNOut.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past Friday I headed to Arizona for a long weekend.  I really needed a break from life here.  I was visiting my college roommate, Tracy.  We lived together all 4 years and now she is married and has 3 kids of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time there was pretty busy.  I was able to see the area where the Superbowl was held, it's called Westlake.  We walked around the stores, had coffee outside in the 70 degree heat, and sat and listened to a girl perform for the spectators.  Another day we took a 3 1/2 hour hike up a mountain with a 4, 2, and 1 year old.  That was a crazy experience!  We ate a picnic lunch at the top of it, threw rocks, searched for lizards, and used lots of patience with the kiddos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to drive around and enjoy the warm breeze and take in the view of the mountains.  It was quite peaceful.  Tracy and I hit up a few malls and parks for the kids.  A huge highlight was getting the pleasure to eat at In-N-Out 2 times while I was there!!!  Those burgers, fries, and shakes are too good to pass up if you are by one.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I met up with my best friend from high school.  We lost contact over the years and I hadn't seen her in 12 years.  So that was great fun getting to hang out with her and catch up on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I forgot what it was like to be cold since I got a bit burnt and were outside all the time.  I soon remembered as I walked off the plane and felt that cold draft come before I even got outside.  Thankfully spring will be here next week...right?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5633545748353160464?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5633545748353160464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5633545748353160464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5633545748353160464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5633545748353160464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-little-getaway_12.html' title='My little getaway'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4955420737340637938</id><published>2008-03-05T13:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:21:22.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Chicks, cars, and service men</title><content type='html'>Story#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 2 weeks I needed to get a few things for my car.  The first necessary component was purchasing new tires.  This is quite a costly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endeavour&lt;/span&gt; but it had to be done.  I was recommended to try this tire shop because they had great deals.  I am always looking for a bargain so I headed right over.  The sales guy was informative and was ranting and raving about a particular tire.  So I decided to go with his suggestion.  Four days later I am driving up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Elgin&lt;/span&gt; at 6:30 a.m. and my tire pressure light goes on in the car.  I pull over and check everything out...no flat...that was good news.  So I would do what any normal person does and head to a gas station to check the tire pressure and fill up on air.  After I do that I reset the tire pressure light and I am good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I am driving home and what starts flashing and ringing...the low tire pressure light.  Now I didn't mind it the first time because with the cold air and what not the pressure drops, but twice in the same day was not cool.  Unfortunately the tire shop wasn't open or I would have gone straight there.  So the next day I take it there and the same guy who sold me my tires is assisting me.  He runs out to the car and checks the tire pressure and told me that I put 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt; extra in a few of the tires.  I am thinking, big deal.  So he continually repeats his story and is trying to tell me that the light is on because there is too much air.  HELLO....I am not an idiot.  The light in my car doesn't go on because of too much air but because of too little.  Then he says, but one of them is below the air level, would you like us to look at it?  Hell yes I want you to look at it.  So after sitting for over an hour another guy comes to talk to me.  The way he started the conversation was in a way that he was accusing me that I did something wrong.  After getting some clarification, he ended up saying that when I got the tires put on the car the worker must have forgotten to put the seal around my tire and scrape my rim.  I wasn't too happy to hear that they just didn't do the appropriate work after I paid them a chunk of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I needed to buy were some windshield wipers.  I had gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to purchase them (they would be about $13), but they were out of the size I needed.  I did my research and knew what size and which brand were recommended for my car.  On my way to school I thought if I saw any auto stores I would stop in and pick up the wipers.  So I headed into this auto store where a worker was more than happy to assist me.  He looked up in his computer my car type and all that to find the info, despite me already telling him the size and brand that was needed.  (I am aware that I don't need that particular brand, most will do).  So I see him bring up a whole listing of wipers and then tells me that ones I need will cost me $25.  I said well is there anything cheaper and he said only the plastic ones for $3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now I am ticked off.  This is twice in a week where I feel like it is one of those situations where men are trying to rip me off or not do their job because I am a woman and don't know what they are talking about.   I wanted to go over and smack some sense into these workers.  Needless to say I didn't purchase any wipers from that store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4955420737340637938?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4955420737340637938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4955420737340637938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4955420737340637938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4955420737340637938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicks-cars-and-service-men.html' title='Chicks, cars, and service men'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3251840774294479871</id><published>2008-03-04T13:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:15:44.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring will soon be here</title><content type='html'>With baseball season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approaching&lt;/span&gt; soon, I can't help but think that spring is on the way.  For the past two years I have had the privilege of attending many Chicago White &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; games, since my dad purchased season tickets.  I loved going down to chi town, grabbing some great Maxwell Street food, creating memories with friends and family, and enjoying a beautiful day at the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year no season tickets were bought, so this wonderful experience won't occur as much, but I still go to a few games.  I might even hit up some spring training which would be fun!  Go Sox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3251840774294479871?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3251840774294479871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3251840774294479871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3251840774294479871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3251840774294479871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-will-soon-be-here.html' title='Spring will soon be here'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3575270358376360153</id><published>2008-02-27T23:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:33:29.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Manners, people...C'mon</title><content type='html'>Some people just don't say please or thank you and frankly, I think it is rude!!  Why can't you be polite and acknowledge when someone did something for you or you are requesting something to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store and purchased one item but bought 6 of them.  So when the clerk told me the price I informed her that I bought more than that.  She simply said, oh they must have been stuck together and carried on with her business.  Not a thank you or I appreciate your honesty.  People like her make me not want to speak up next time and just rip the store off since it was their mistake to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A please or thank you or even a friendly smile can go a long way!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3575270358376360153?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3575270358376360153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3575270358376360153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3575270358376360153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3575270358376360153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/manners-peoplecmon.html' title='Manners, people...C&apos;mon'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1067661348184586997</id><published>2008-02-23T05:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:56:18.426Z</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS!</title><content type='html'>I passed my APT state exam for my IL teaching certificate.  YES!!!!  I cannot tell you how relieved I was to find out that I passed.  Let me tell you the anxiety I was experiencing all day, well pretty much sucked.  To find out that I don't have to retake it and relive stress, headaches, and pressure was such a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers, support, and encouragement...I wouldn't have made it through with out you.  Now to just finish up classes and teach for a month and have that license.  The end is in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1067661348184586997?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1067661348184586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1067661348184586997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1067661348184586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1067661348184586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-news.html' title='GREAT NEWS!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3863417420828775948</id><published>2008-02-18T02:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:40:12.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I embrace it, sometimes I am scared of it, sometimes I look forward to it, sometimes it makes me anxious, sometimes I don't know how to handle it, and sometimes it confuses me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the season I am in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3863417420828775948?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3863417420828775948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3863417420828775948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3863417420828775948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3863417420828775948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5961679680186509767</id><published>2008-02-08T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:50:12.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Next holiday</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is less than a week away!  A great idea for a little treat to give to coworkers, your child's class of students, or friends and family are cupcakes!!!  It is not too late to order gourmet cupcakes.  Two festive cupcake that go well with Valentines Day are "White Chocolate Raspberry" and "Double Chocolate".  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.crazydeliciouscupcakes.com/"&gt;www.crazydeliciouscupcakes.com&lt;/a&gt; to see more flavors and how to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5961679680186509767?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5961679680186509767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5961679680186509767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5961679680186509767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5961679680186509767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-holiday.html' title='Next holiday'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5503204656427563085</id><published>2008-02-05T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:34:59.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Complete Randomness</title><content type='html'>I am wondering when I can hang up the boots for the winter!  I think we've gotten plenty of snow this winter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is frustrating when I have worked hard on eating healthy and working out and have plateaued for a month.  I am trying to stay positive, but sometimes when you don't see the results I am ready to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am out of clothes to wear this winter.  As a girl, I go through this a couple of times a year.  Yet I do have a whole closet full of great clothes.  This winter I have not been interested in wearing any my sweaters so my wardrobe is limited.  So what needs to happen?  Spring needs to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there looks like a bunch of good movies coming out on Valentine's Day.  Wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5503204656427563085?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5503204656427563085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5503204656427563085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5503204656427563085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5503204656427563085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/complete-randomness.html' title='Complete Randomness'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1511972349115217159</id><published>2008-01-31T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:14:06.468Z</updated><title type='text'>State exam</title><content type='html'>At school today I was talking with a professor about taking my final state exam this past Saturday.  Ok, the exam was KILLER hard.  Many people I spoke with that had already taken the exam said that it was a breeze and nothing to worry about.  But since I know that I take tests differently and like to be super prepared, I still went all out by purchasing a study guide and questioning those who have already taken the exam.  Going in I felt very prepared and like I was ready to conquer.  Those feelings soon changed as I began reading the questions.  I struggled through the entire thing!  It was draining, frustrating, and time consuming.  While I was testing I couldn't help but think about those who said that it was a piece of cake.  Did I miss something?  Did I study the wrong thing?  Where did I go wrong?  Why do I have to be the only one not getting this test?  I felt that I was lacking or inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sharing some of my experience with this professor she told me that she heard from several others that the exam was hard too!  When she said this, I was so relieved.  I was grateful to hear that I wasn't the only one who had a difficult time.  I almost wanted to kiss her because I felt so comforted.  I was not alone in how I was feeling or what I experienced.  I was so thankful and this put me at ease.  So when I get the results back in a month and find out that I might have to retake it, I won't feel stupid, alone, or that I failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1511972349115217159?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1511972349115217159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1511972349115217159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1511972349115217159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1511972349115217159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/state-exam.html' title='State exam'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6186592501555120139</id><published>2008-01-29T16:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:57:26.891Z</updated><title type='text'>A year ago</title><content type='html'>It is weird to think that one year ago the Bears were headed to the Superbowl.  That was such an exciting time for Chicago and for me (since I love football).  I can remember the rush of feelings and anxiousness of Superbowl Sunday approaching.  At the time I was teaching and the Friday before the big game everything in class was related to football; food, activities, attire...  We had so much fun!  As this years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; approaches, there is not much excitement or anticipation.  I will most likely watch the game and I am hoping for not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;annihilation&lt;/span&gt; but for some competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I really do wish the Bears were in it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6186592501555120139?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6186592501555120139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6186592501555120139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6186592501555120139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6186592501555120139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-ago.html' title='A year ago'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3707827834284499729</id><published>2008-01-26T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:21:58.217Z</updated><title type='text'>If you wouldn't mind</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day!  My last state exam.  I am anxious, nervous, can't wait until it is finished, feel slightly confident, thankful it will be over tomorrow...As I have reminded myself this week by praying and reaffirming myself with Scripture please pray that God will give me peace, confidence, and wisdom in order that I can accomplish this task in front of me (pray that I pass too!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3707827834284499729?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3707827834284499729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3707827834284499729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3707827834284499729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3707827834284499729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-wouldnt-mind.html' title='If you wouldn&apos;t mind'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7424856591160207119</id><published>2008-01-22T02:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:22:01.572Z</updated><title type='text'>LIFE.....</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting how through out your life you go through seasons. Some are hard and some are easy. Some are enjoyable and some are sad. I am in a season of being stretched and tested. It is exhausting, frustrating, and draining, but with out sounding too "Christiany", I am glad that my hope is in Christ. I know that when I come out of this season, I will be strong and well equipped for the next step in God's plan. I am constantly reminding myself to take one day at a time. And I repeatedly say to myself that God has a plan for my life, one to prosper me and not to harm me, to give me a hope and future. Those words I have close to my heart. Sometimes songs speak more clearly than I can express, some lyrics that I find myself singing are "Oh no You never let go, through the calm and through the storm, oh no You never let go every high and every low, oh no You never let, Lord, You never let go of me...There will be an end to these troubles, but until that day comes, still I will praise You!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7424856591160207119?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7424856591160207119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7424856591160207119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7424856591160207119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7424856591160207119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/life.html' title='LIFE.....'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2504836873199966620</id><published>2008-01-21T03:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:58:32.926Z</updated><title type='text'>TV/movies</title><content type='html'>Kind of funny that the GB and NYG game was played in 24 below temps and the Superbowl will be played in the 60s.  I would have enjoyed seeing the Packers play the Pats, but I do like that both Manning brothers play in back to back Superbowl games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is missing, since 24 is not on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"27 Dresses"....I loved!!!!  A great chick flick to start off my year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no shows on this season that I am super excited about.  I am anxiously waiting for the return of "The Hills"!  I am also looking forward to "Big Brother" and "The Inferno or Gauntlet" (whatever MTV is calling it) starting up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2504836873199966620?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2504836873199966620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2504836873199966620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2504836873199966620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2504836873199966620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/tvmovies.html' title='TV/movies'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5614742177755529832</id><published>2008-01-16T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:40:47.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder how you get from one place to the next?  I can't figure out how my foot knows the exact pressure to put on the gas pedal in order to obtain a certain speed and stay at that limit, which eliminates me from looking at the speedometer.  Does it ever seem to you like your car just knows where it is going?  There have been days where I am totally preoccupied with my thoughts but end up where I need to be and wonder, how in the world did that happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5614742177755529832?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5614742177755529832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5614742177755529832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5614742177755529832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5614742177755529832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-6363824950559695833</id><published>2008-01-14T03:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:10:28.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>School is starting up again this week.  I am not looking forward to this, but I realize that it gets to me closer to the end of my school journey and boy does that bring a smile to my face!  So I will be taking 3 classes and in the midst of that preparing to take my final state exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed to be able to have a job where I work when I can, that would be nannying and tutoring.  An exciting thing happened this past week.  A family called and asked me to tutor their child, but what is so great is that the class that I took last semester are the some of the exact tools I needed to assist this student.  I am not sure I would have been able to help this student to the fullest, but now I feel confident and have an idea of where to begin and what to do. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-6363824950559695833?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6363824950559695833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=6363824950559695833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6363824950559695833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/6363824950559695833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5573000954925404569</id><published>2008-01-09T18:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:05:41.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>After being sick for about a week and my body recovering, I have not been able to work out.  Now granted, I couldn't imagine exercising while not feeling well, but then on the road to recovery I kind of enjoyed skipping out on my workout.  Isn't it easy to fall out of a habit instead of picking one up...usually?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am feeling great, I knew that it was time to get back into the workout routine.  In a weird way I was kind of looking forward to it because my body was use to it and I knew that it will help me stay healthy and get fit.  This morning I did it.  And boy, it felt good.  Tomorrow I may be a little sore, but that doesn't bother me one bit.  These words of "looking forward" to a workout I thought would NEVER come out of my mouth.  Since this habit has now been in place for a while it wasn't nearly as bad to get back into this routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5573000954925404569?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5573000954925404569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5573000954925404569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5573000954925404569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5573000954925404569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1816755679176057542</id><published>2008-01-05T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:41:07.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>There were 3 major state exams that I needed to take while I am finishing my state certification.  In November I took 2 of them and I just decided to take the 3rd one at the end of January.  They are crazy intense and don't want to take it so soon, but I am also thinking that I will be done and over with them and won't have to think about it again, if all goes well.  If you think of me pray that God would give me wisdom and peace!  I am also hoping that my study guide will come quickly so I can get a jump on the action!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1816755679176057542?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1816755679176057542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1816755679176057542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1816755679176057542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1816755679176057542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-4303908869028061806</id><published>2008-01-04T04:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:27:27.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Money IS the root of all evil</title><content type='html'>There are days when this phrase is ringing in my ears loud and clear. Today happens to be one of those days!!! If anyone knows me, they know that I am a very careful spender...some may even call me cheap. I am very aware of how much money I have and I like to make smart decisions on how to spend my hard earned money. As a student I am working hard to survive and enjoy life. There are days like today that I just wish I didn't have to worry about every freaking nickel, penny, and dime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming of the day when I don't have to decide between getting a Starbucks drink or picking up fast food for lunch. I am dreaming of the day when I can go on a vacation and not have had to save up for it over a few months. I am dreaming of the day when I can go shopping a drop a few hundred dollars and it not be a problem. I am dreaming of the day when I don't have to worry about money. I guess I will have to keep dreaming. I am reminded that all these "dreams" are wants and things that I don't have to have but sure would love to have and enjoy. I don't think God has planned my life to always have to live paycheck to paycheck. I am not doubting that living this way has taught me things like good spending habits, how to live debt free...but there will come a day (I am confident of this, but don't have a clue how it will happen) when I will be able to celebrate my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-4303908869028061806?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4303908869028061806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=4303908869028061806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4303908869028061806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/4303908869028061806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/money-is-root-of-all-evil.html' title='Money IS the root of all evil'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3121761777467123739</id><published>2008-01-01T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:00:34.995Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! My new year is starting off right with a drink and treat from Starbucks! Although it is sad to see that their holiday cups are gone, something new and fresh lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made a list of things I would like to accomplish through out the year. I am pleased to say that I accomplished most of them. I really like this idea and am going to try it again for 2008. Some of the things might be ones from last year (I liked them so well I couldn't get rid of them) but there are a few new ones in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make a new friend&lt;br /&gt;-take a trip to Vegas for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;-be more consistent with my God time&lt;br /&gt;-continue to work out 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;-take a risk&lt;br /&gt;-go parasailing&lt;br /&gt;-help someone in need&lt;br /&gt;-discover more of who I am and what that means&lt;br /&gt;-keep my car cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have forgotten a few...I will add them if I think of them.  Have you made any "resolutions", what are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3121761777467123739?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3121761777467123739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3121761777467123739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3121761777467123739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3121761777467123739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2418615619004598242</id><published>2007-12-30T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:41:54.841Z</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>I enjoy looking back through the year and going through all my memories. As I transfer things from my old calendar to my new one, I see how different my year was from previous ones. This past year was filled with a LOT of change, some that was good and some that I am still working through. There were definite high's and low's.  I look forward to see where God places me and what new adventure lies in my future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2418615619004598242?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2418615619004598242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2418615619004598242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2418615619004598242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2418615619004598242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8468781555360388286</id><published>2007-12-30T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:24:38.336Z</updated><title type='text'>So many thoughts</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned in past blogs, I went to California over the summer and fell in love (again) with being there.  And then you know after you are on a vacation you think about it for a while wishing you were back in that place once again?!  That happened to me!!  And then when I would watch shows that had scenery from Cali and all those thoughts and feelings would be triggered.  In addition to that, for the past 3 weeks I have thought about California EVERY single day.  I miss seeing the ocean, the mountains, the warm weather, and the atmosphere.  I have thought about what it would be like to live and work out there.  This would be a big change and not as easy as it may seem.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked about my thoughts much because in my world it is kind of tricky.  Do you have any family or friends that put expectations on you and if you don't fufill them in some way you disappoint them?  I am well aware that I live my life and that this is their boundary issue, but these impressions still haunt me a bit.  Yet I don't want these things to hinder me from living my life.  I don't want to live by fear or regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what will happen with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8468781555360388286?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8468781555360388286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8468781555360388286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8468781555360388286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8468781555360388286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-many-thoughts.html' title='So many thoughts'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-1484689906665526353</id><published>2007-12-25T04:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T04:37:53.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish all my family and friends (and whoever else reads this) a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!  I pray that you would enjoy this important day to its fullest.  Blessings to you on this Christmas Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-1484689906665526353?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1484689906665526353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=1484689906665526353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1484689906665526353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/1484689906665526353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-2146211245747969968</id><published>2007-12-24T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:40:20.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Movie time</title><content type='html'>Despite how busy getting ready for Christmas can be, it is utterly important to get in a few flicks.  This past week I saw "National Treasure" (for the first time), "National Treasure 2", and "American Gangster".  So far so good.  I am looking forward to watching a bunch more over my break...finally it looks like some decent chick flicks have come out as well!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen anything lately that you think is worth my time to check out?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-2146211245747969968?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2146211245747969968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=2146211245747969968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2146211245747969968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/2146211245747969968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-time.html' title='Movie time'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-7595706694542436389</id><published>2007-12-23T04:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T04:32:42.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>What is it about the holidays that bring about the following.  As a single, available girl I do pretty well with balancing the whole fact that I do not have that special someone in my life.  I go about my business, enjoy life, work towards my goals, and I am not consumed and don't have that feeling of doom lingering over me since I am not currently dating (I know some that do).  But for some reason around the holidays that all gets thrown out the window.  Why?  I would thoroughly love to have those warm fuzzy feelings and contemptment with that "person" (I can hear some of you now, "it doesn't look like it appears" or "that will fade" blah blah blah, let me enjoy it for a time).  But that is not going to happen before Christmas in three days.  So I will seize the moment and enjoy my time now with my family and friends and work through those feelings that won't be met.  I know that one of these holidays these feelings will be met and I look forward to that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-7595706694542436389?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7595706694542436389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=7595706694542436389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7595706694542436389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/7595706694542436389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-5989989233723708769</id><published>2007-12-21T06:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:16:51.733Z</updated><title type='text'>A new tradition...that I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R2tdDdyy6eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DAUdtvax9Vc/s1600-h/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146309313319594466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R2tdDdyy6eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DAUdtvax9Vc/s320/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This family is near and dear to me!!! I have been watching these four boys for almost two years. Through that time I have become not only very close to Jordan, Taylor, Dylan, and Kode, but also super good friends with Erik and Ang. We took a road trip to California this summer, which was an absolute blast. So many stories to tell and laughs to laugh! One of the places we ate at a few times and enjoyed while we were out there was Baja Fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few months, we have made a tradition of eating Baja one night a week and just hanging out together. I thoroughly look forward to this time of rough housing, laughing, eating, catching up on life, having good conversation, watching movies, or just chillin'! I love this time to reconnect after whatever any of us have been through that week. I continue to look forward to these Baja nights as each week comes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I write this I am reminded of one of my New Years resolutions from this year which was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-5989989233723708769?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5989989233723708769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=5989989233723708769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5989989233723708769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/5989989233723708769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-traditionthat-i-love.html' title='A new tradition...that I LOVE!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5dvxFlIc1GM/R2tdDdyy6eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DAUdtvax9Vc/s72-c/California+trip+with+Yamamoto%27s!+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-8819103114155437437</id><published>2007-12-18T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:17:25.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in a week</title><content type='html'>Christmas is such an exciting time of year!  I love it.  And what I have really enjoyed this year is starting to celebrate and enjoy the Christmas season early.  So many people had their lights up earlier than normal or maybe they usually have them up but now they turned them on earlier.  And listening to Christmas music even before Thanksgiving has really gotten me in the mood.  I have been shopping and wrapping and boy it is just fun...and exhausting.  What I can't seem to get is, how I wait in anticipation for this great celebration, yet it doesn't feel like Christmas will be in a week.  I want to soak every second up and remember what this time is really all about!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-8819103114155437437?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819103114155437437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=8819103114155437437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8819103114155437437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/8819103114155437437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-week.html' title='Christmas in a week'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25199339.post-3125907863463357346</id><published>2007-12-11T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:25:26.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!!</title><content type='html'>Classes were canceled for me today!  I am thrilled.  Not only do I not have to go, but we don't have to make the day up.  What a relief to not have to drive in this ice storm.  What I am most excited about is getting all those things done around the house that I just haven't had time for lately like:  organizing my closet, going through piles of paper, watching a movie, finishing up my homework, and wrapping Christmas gifts.  Some of this doesn't sound like fun, but I can't wait to do it and feel like so accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all of you make it safe in wherever you need to go today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25199339-3125907863463357346?l=gtodaizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3125907863463357346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25199339&amp;postID=3125907863463357346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3125907863463357346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25199339/posts/default/3125907863463357346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtodaizzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-news.html' title='Good News!!!'/><author><name>ginag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11553023789448558264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7546/2627/1600/DSCF0109crop.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
