<?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-6129984</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:24.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD BACKSTAGE</title><subtitle type='html'>"I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous." - Queen Victoria
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A lot of people might be surprised to know that about me, but I do.  Almost every night.  I also think about things a lot because I'm very sensitive.  I put on a tough exterior because that's how I keep myself safe, but underneath I'm probably one of the most sensitive people you'd ever meet.  I try hard not to let small things  bother me, but even they get to me.  I mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/112111486419837838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=112111486419837838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/112111486419837838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/112111486419837838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hate-and-love-i-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-112084710706420801</id><published>2005-07-08T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:25:07.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE NEWNESS OF THINGSSo I moved into my new home this past week -  yipee!  In case you didn't already read the previous entry,  my best friend Suzanne bought a huge 5 bedroom home and asked me to be her roommate.  We've been friends since 1991 and we're pretty much like sisters now.  In fact, she even said I'm the sister she chose.  Not to be  corny, but in light of some recent crapiness that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/112084710706420801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=112084710706420801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/112084710706420801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/112084710706420801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/07/newness-of-things-so-i-moved-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111966406956973690</id><published>2005-06-24T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:47:49.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A REMINDER OF WHAT TRUE LOVE ISIt's work.It's compromise.It's committment.It's devotion.Today I went  over to my parent's house and found them sitting outside on the porch swing.  My dad was sitting, my mom was lying on the porch swing with her head in my dad's lap and my dad's hand stroking her hair.  It almost made me cry it was so beautiful.My parents have been married for 35 years, and to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111966406956973690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111966406956973690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111966406956973690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111966406956973690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/06/reminder-of-what-true-love-is-its-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111940477277499151</id><published>2005-06-21T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:46:12.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOW I KNOW WHY VAN GOGH CUT OFF HIS EARSo, here's a top three list of things that I absolutely HATE doing:*Packing all of my shit that somehow multiplied into 10 times MORE shit in a year.*Scrubbing toilets and cleaning bathrooms*PaintingI think last item is just about my all-time, least-favorite thing to do EVER.  I'd much sooner clean a toilet than paint a wall.  I'll even clean YOUR toilet if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111940477277499151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111940477277499151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111940477277499151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111940477277499151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-i-know-why-van-gogh-cut-off-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111843031725115160</id><published>2005-06-10T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:07:01.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAH! and YEA!1.  I cannot for the life of me figure out how to fix the comments thingy for this blog.  Quite annoying.2.  Looky here! A fan of Ben's (clearly!) did a cool fan page for us from the  Ryles gig.  Video and everything!  He sent it out to his own personal list with this really nice message:Hello folks,For those who had the pleasure of seeing Ben Jackson's band "Vote forPedro" I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111843031725115160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111843031725115160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111843031725115160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111843031725115160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/06/gah-and-yea-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111828519103979192</id><published>2005-06-08T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:46:32.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DY-NO-MITE!I'm feeling really happy about the changes in my life right now.  Everything is moving in a positive,  forward direction and you can't beat that!  It's sad to leave some things and  people behind, but growth and change is important and that's my direction now!  One big change is that I'm moving.  My best friend Suzanne bought a 5 bedroom house in Chelmsford and asked me to be her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111828519103979192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111828519103979192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111828519103979192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111828519103979192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/06/dy-no-mite-im-feeling-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111643941868337950</id><published>2005-05-18T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:15:30.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MASSACHUSETTS GIRLSA joke from my friend Laurie...Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had giventheir new wives duties. The first man had married a woman fromAlabama and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to doall the dishes and house cleaning. He said it took a couple days buton the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes weredone.The second man had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111643941868337950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111643941868337950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111643941868337950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111643941868337950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/05/massachusetts-girls-joke-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111533647446208732</id><published>2005-05-05T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:41:14.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY CRAZY AUNT EVIEI've talked about her before.  You may remember her from a small yard  sale she in in her yard with all but two items:  a bird and a tire.  This was confirmed by a cardboard sign written in black crayon that said: BIRD AND TIRE SALE!My aunt is crazy, and  her craziness makes her simultaneously annoying and endearing.   She is OLD SCHOOL.   She still "sets her hair" and uses "the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111533647446208732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111533647446208732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111533647446208732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111533647446208732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-crazy-aunt-evie-ive-talked-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111526172655361454</id><published>2005-05-04T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:55:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH LORDY, THERE'S SO MUCH TO TELL!My boss is a slavedriver...Being self-employed is the hardest work I've ever done.  Before, I could intersperse my chatting, emailing and websurfing through the day with some actual work since I was on someone else's dime and had some job security.  Now, I have to haul ass to make sure anything happens for ME.  I'm having to make lists, write every damn thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111526172655361454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111526172655361454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111526172655361454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111526172655361454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-lordy-theres-so-much-to-tell-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111438396001739808</id><published>2005-04-24T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:06:44.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M STILL WITH YA, NO FEAR!I got a phone call from a good friend the other day who was concerned because my last post was sad and I hadn't written in a while.  (Thanks, K!) No fear kids, I'm alive and doing quite well.  Have LOTS of stuff to tell you about, but will do that when I have more than a few minutes to devote to it.  In the meantime, I thought I'd let you see the results of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111438396001739808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111438396001739808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111438396001739808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111438396001739808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-still-with-ya-no-fear-i-got-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111222339411218823</id><published>2005-03-30T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T02:12:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATHETICI was there today.  I had some business to do:  drop off a deposit at my credit union before swinging by the hospital to pick up my old-lady meds.  I knew there was a possibility of seeing him, and I knew if I saw him I'd be a mess.  So I did what I could to avoid him.I was just about to get on the elevator and he walked in.  I didn't even catch his eye,  but I heard his voice and knew he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111222339411218823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111222339411218823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111222339411218823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111222339411218823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/pathetic-i-was-there-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111158951152849601</id><published>2005-03-23T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:59:43.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A STARTLING DISCOVERYFor a few days now, I've had a nagging feeling that my puppy Julip strongly resembles someone or something.  I've watched her closely waiting for any indication, any trace of this face lodged in my subconscious.  I had almost given up until this morning, when it suddenly dawned on me:Yes, my friends...Julip's double, her twin, quite likely separated at birth, is none other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111158951152849601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111158951152849601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111158951152849601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111158951152849601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/startling-discovery-for-few-days-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111142514014336657</id><published>2005-03-21T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:16:57.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TESTING, ONE...TWO...THREE....Before I got into the weekend review, I thought I'd share with you the recent results of my blood tests:BLOOD CHEMISTRIES: Normal RangeKIDNEY STUDIES  Function is normal.LIVER STUDIES: Liver tests are normal.DIABETES SCREENING:  Blood sugar:  103  (normal is 70-110 MG/DL)CHOLESTEROL SCREENING:  Your cholesterol is improved.  Total:  196 (Goal is less than 200mg/dl.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111142514014336657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111142514014336657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111142514014336657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111142514014336657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/testing-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111090430670086547</id><published>2005-03-15T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:31:46.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MISSING THE MOMMY GENEI think there may be something wrong with me.  I have NO desire to have kids. This works out well because as luck would have it, I can't have kids.  But I  just wonder if there's something WRONG with me that I don't have any desire to have them.Don't get me wrong - I love kids. I adore my neice  Litah and she just thinks I'm the coolest Auntie in the world.  But man, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111090430670086547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111090430670086547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111090430670086547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111090430670086547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/missing-mommy-gene-i-think-there-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111054535632454650</id><published>2005-03-11T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:17:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POKER, POKER, POKAH!!Oh, how I loves me some poker.  Anyone who knows me knows that I'm pretty hard-core about it.  I just LOVE the game.  Luckily, I've always been pretty responsible about playing and have never lost a lot of money.  I've always had the restraint to stop when I started to lose money or to not play for a while if I had a run of bad luck.  Therefore, even though I've never been a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111054535632454650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111054535632454650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111054535632454650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111054535632454650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/poker-poker-pokah-oh-how-i-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111032816011449197</id><published>2005-03-08T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:57:12.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINGS THAT AMUSE MEMy own personal amusement:1.  Classmates.com runs their ads all over the place and there's this one chick who looks like a twin of Dustin Hoffman in the movie Tootsie:  2.  There's an Italian Restaraunt in Wilmington called Rocco's.  Just lask week on their "billboard" it said "WHY EAT FAKE ITALIAN WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE REAL THING HERE?"   This week:  "CORN BEEF &amp; CABBAGE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111032816011449197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111032816011449197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111032816011449197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111032816011449197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-that-amuse-me-my-own-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111028277108096483</id><published>2005-03-08T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:14:24.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FROM NOW ON, I ALWAYS WEAR SOCKSI love my puppy but I am highly unimpressed with her this morning.  I woke at up at 6:00 am to the sound of her vomiting on my bed.  Gross.  I'm pretty sure it's because she eats everything in site- including the tree branches outside and the bunny poop from the bunny we have in the backyard.  The vet says it's likely because of that and the excitement of living in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111028277108096483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111028277108096483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111028277108096483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111028277108096483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/from-now-on-i-always-wear-socks-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-111017198189511347</id><published>2005-03-06T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:13:44.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND THEY CALL IT...PUPPY LOVEEEEI'm so in love with my new puppy I can't even stand it.  She's so awesome.  She's the most awesome-est of awesome puppies.  The new love of my life:JULIPIs she not the most adorable thing you've ever seen? Originally her name was spelled Julep(with an E), but they misspelled it on her doggie collar, and I kind of like the "I" so I'm keeping it.A week ago Saturday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/111017198189511347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=111017198189511347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111017198189511347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/111017198189511347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-they-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110986517655633228</id><published>2005-03-03T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:52:56.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SLEEP WELLI know you read this, almost every day.And I know that you think I don't know that.I'm just trying to understand how it is you sleep at night?How you can have a peaceful night's rest while I cry myself to sleep?How can you look me in the eye and have nothing to say?Can't find the courage to face yourself?It's easier to look at yourself through a bottle of vodka, I'm sure.No matter what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110986517655633228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110986517655633228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110986517655633228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110986517655633228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/03/sleep-well-i-know-you-read-this-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110917764251799138</id><published>2005-02-23T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:00:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S TRUE, BECAUSE I READ IT ON THE PRESTIGIOUS INTERNET**From the equally prestigious go-quiz.com:Nothing is more important to a person than their name. It is a label we are given at birth and therefore can affect our personality as we grow up and become individuals. Name acronyms have been around for a very long time. This generator will take your real name or blog/journal username and tell you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110917764251799138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110917764251799138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110917764251799138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110917764251799138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-true-because-i-read-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110909303156395219</id><published>2005-02-22T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:24:11.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SODERFEST IN REVIEWWithout fail on EVERY birthday, I get my period accompanied by the most painful cramps and topped with a killer cyst on my ovary.  More info than you need?  Try living it.  I'm not talking mild pain, I'm talking gut-wrenching-brings-tears-to-your-eyes pain.  I was actually in the hospital one year because of that damn cyst ON MY BIRTHDAY.  It's  like mother nature's way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110909303156395219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110909303156395219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110909303156395219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110909303156395219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/soderfest-in-review-without-fail-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110861459540713120</id><published>2005-02-16T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:32:14.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SODERFEST #3315 yrs ago I was 18 and graduating from high school.11 yrs ago, I was 22 and graduating from college.On Friday 2/18, I'll be 33 yrs old and a grown up.  When I was a kid, I used to think  my teachers who were in their 30s were OLD.  I wonder if my students look at me and  think the same thing now?  Eh, no matter.  Can't change how old I am.  Sometimes  it's too old and sometimes it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110861459540713120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110861459540713120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110861459540713120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110861459540713120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/soderfest-33-15-yrs-ago-i-was-18-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110836117551492535</id><published>2005-02-14T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:10:34.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE OBLIGATORY "I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY" POST!It's 12:45am on 2/14/05, and I decided to write my anti-Valentine's Day post now since I'll spend most of the day sulking around tomorrow.Like a slightly-pathetic fool, I always hope that someone will love me on Valentine's Day and send me a dozen roses and some low-point chocolates so I can feel part of this dreadful day.  Ben calls it "SAD":  Singles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110836117551492535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110836117551492535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110836117551492535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110836117551492535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/obligatory-i-hate-valentines-day-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110814704422865982</id><published>2005-02-11T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:39:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M GETTING A PUPPY!!!I am like an 8 yr old getting excited for Christmas!!For a long time now, I've wanted a puppy.  I love dogs.  LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THEM!  Luckily, unlike cats, I'm not allergic to them. The problem has been that I live in an apartment that I rent from my parents. My mom was anti-dog in the apartment for a LONG time.  My dad, however, also loves dogs so he was all for it.  He was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110814704422865982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110814704422865982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110814704422865982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110814704422865982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-getting-puppy-i-am-like-8-yr-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110741493787855866</id><published>2005-02-03T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T13:17:30.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROUD TO BE BLOGGIN'I've got a bone to pick with proud Americans and their stickered trucks.  I can't stand all the stupid little flag stickers, the yellow ribbons (made in CHINA!), and these things:Now don't get me wrong:  I consider myself DAMN lucky to live in this country.  Let's be honest, though, I didn't really have anything to do with it.  This is where I was born and coming out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110741493787855866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110741493787855866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110741493787855866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110741493787855866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/02/proud-to-be-bloggin-ive-got-bone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110716376961540167</id><published>2005-01-31T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T04:41:17.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEEKEND IN PICTURES, AND OW! MY ASS!Ok, remember how I said I'm going to be more social and get out?  Well let me assure you, I'm workin' my social thang.   I think I got a total of 8 hours sleep all weekend.    If you're interested, a little weekend wrap-up with photos:Friday:Game night with "The Board."  These are my hometown pals - grew up with these folks and we're still really close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110716376961540167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110716376961540167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110716376961540167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110716376961540167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-in-pictures-and-ow-my-ass-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110660220637951479</id><published>2005-01-24T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:31:51.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL For most of last week, I was home sick with mouse invasions and a stomach bug.  I fortunately rid myself of both yesterday - finally!  One of my student's parents recommended a sonic device that costs $40, but being the thrifty gal I am I ordered 6 for $23 on Ebay and begged the seller to send it to me ASAP.  I got them Saturday in the mail, plugged them in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110660220637951479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110660220637951479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110660220637951479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110660220637951479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110606702064701193</id><published>2005-01-18T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:56:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOUSEVILLEOk, I have some wacked-out phobias, I admit it:  flying, heights, spiders, and mice.  MICE.  They FREAK-ME-OUT.  All small and grey-black and icky and dirty...and lightening fast fuckers.Today, I'm getting ready for my lessons and a mouse goes flying by.  Then another, then a third.  I've been hearing scratching in the walls and I think it's safe to say at this point that I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110606702064701193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110606702064701193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110606702064701193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110606702064701193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/mouseville-ok-i-have-some-wacked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110585154734843093</id><published>2005-01-15T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:06:06.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE!  (and poker)It's 11:35 pm on Saturday night, and I've already had a really great weekend.  My plan to be more social has already delivered positive results!Friday night, my friends came over for my home poker game.  The stakes are always low to keep the game friendly and social - it's a $20 buy-in with .25/.50 bets.  We always have a great time cracking on each other and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110585154734843093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110585154734843093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110585154734843093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110585154734843093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-you-need-is-love-and-poker-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110563695211768611</id><published>2005-01-13T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T15:27:10.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRAY FOR MY TEETH!I got a call from my dentist's office reminding me of my appointment today, and I promptly had to call them back and tell them I wouldn't be coming.  Yeah, dude, I don't have any dental insurance...and that's pretty awful for me considering I'm so obsessed with my teeth.  So my options are either to marry a dentist, or have a lot of prayers said for my teeth.  I'm pretty sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110563695211768611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110563695211768611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110563695211768611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110563695211768611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/pray-for-my-teeth-i-got-call-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110537972855810209</id><published>2005-01-10T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:57:50.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PREJUDICE AND STUPIDLast night, I was flipping around on TV and started watching "Celebrity Fit Club" on VH1. Basically, it's a bunch of fat celebrities at boot camp:  The Biggest Loser goes Hollywood.One of the contestants was Ralphie May.  Ralphie was the winner of "Last Comic Standing" and he's a funny guy.  He's also incredibly handsome - despite being almost 500 lbs.They interviewed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110537972855810209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110537972855810209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110537972855810209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110537972855810209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/prejudice-and-stupid-last-night-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110533370795979639</id><published>2005-01-09T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:16:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN GO TO JAIL FOR SPEEDING IN MAINE?That's right kids....speeding in Maine can land you in jail.  Or at least that's what the officer who pulled me over screamed at me.  Ok, granted, I *was* speeding.  I do that a lot and I'm not arguing that I was driving poorly- but this guy was FIERCE.  Threatening to throw me in jail while Amy and Ben looked on helplessly.  He barked, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110533370795979639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110533370795979639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110533370795979639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110533370795979639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/did-you-know-you-can-go-to-jail-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110498687078671007</id><published>2005-01-05T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:50:17.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STARTING THE NEW YEAR OFF WITH A BANG!A student of mine was saying to me the other day that she thinks it's ridiculous that at 18 you're supposed to know what to do what your life.  I agree.  She's feeling overwhelmed and scared about the future, and I remember being her (gasp!) 15 years ago.  The only thing I knew was that I loved music.  It was true to me and it was the only thing that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110498687078671007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110498687078671007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110498687078671007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110498687078671007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2005/01/starting-new-year-off-with-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-110443249148857632</id><published>2004-12-30T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:22:58.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST"It's just an accident of birth that I'm not more important than I am."That has got to be one of my all-time favorite lines.  I heard that the other day on this British TV show called "Keeping Up Appearances" or something like that.  It's funny, but British funny.  My mom loves the show, and since it was on I checked it out.  Good thing, because now I have a new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/110443249148857632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=110443249148857632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110443249148857632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/110443249148857632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/12/importance-of-being-earnest-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109989706739754624</id><published>2004-11-08T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T02:02:01.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HUG A TREE (EVEN A GIANT REDWOOD, LIKE ME!)Tonight I went next door to my parent's house to borrow some cotton balls from my mom.  I went over there to find my mom semi-propped up in bed like she usually is, but out like a light.  She had fallen asleep while reading.  She had a mug-full of tea dangerously on the verge on spilling onto her new quilt, the book she read was being kept open to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109989706739754624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109989706739754624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109989706739754624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109989706739754624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/11/hug-tree-even-giant-redwood-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109950706369578193</id><published>2004-11-03T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:38:52.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I JUST MAY HAVE TO MOVE.I'm so dissapointed in this country right now.  Yes, he won fair and square, but I'm dissapointed that the citizens of this country want four more years of this.  I'm honestly FRIGHTENED where this country will be in four years.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109950706369578193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109950706369578193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109950706369578193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109950706369578193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-just-may-have-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109943013400629680</id><published>2004-11-02T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:20:16.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I left the voting booth and walked towards two old men getting out of their car.  I had the following conversation with them:OLD GUY:  Who did you vote for??ME:  The new guy!OLD GUY:  Who's the new guy?ME:  KERRY!(Old guy then runs up to me, hugs me and says:)OLD GUY:  That's my girl!GO KERRY!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109943013400629680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109943013400629680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109943013400629680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109943013400629680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-left-voting-booth-and-walked-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109929137246165176</id><published>2004-11-01T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T01:42:52.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE SAUSAGESThat's right, I hate em.  I hate the way they taste, look and feel.  You know what I hate even more than sausages themselves?  When my FEET look like sausages.  Unfortunately, I am in a state of sausage-itis right now:Try to remember that I'm in a lot of pain before poking fun at my ugly-ass feet.  And yes, I'm well aware that I need to take that four-month old nail polish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109929137246165176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109929137246165176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109929137246165176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109929137246165176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-sausages-thats-right-i-hate-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109779001792352843</id><published>2004-10-14T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:57:45.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELL ME A STORY, GRANDMA! Hello boys and girls!  Who wants to hear a few stories about crazy Taunia!??Well, a loonnnggg time ago back in April, our heroin was racing home to get her friend home for a party.  We'll call her friend "Owes me $50."  Owes-me always has some gala affair to go to because he's just so in demand!  Well, not at the courthouse...but I digress.So, T and Owes-me** were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109779001792352843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109779001792352843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109779001792352843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109779001792352843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/10/tell-me-story-grandma-hello-boys-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109725445549612875</id><published>2004-10-08T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:15:29.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A VERY SAD DAYMost of you who read this probably know Shah, who is one of my best friends.  This morning, Shah's partner of over 12 years passed away due to complications from heart surgery.  His name was Doug Malandrino.Douggie was one of those people that everyone liked.  He was always a happy-go-lucky guy, fun to be around, and funny.  People often went to him for advice, because he had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109725445549612875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109725445549612875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109725445549612875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109725445549612875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/10/very-sad-day-most-of-you-who-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109695395112393682</id><published>2004-10-05T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:42:22.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEBODY CALL GAMBLER'S ANNONYMOUSAnyone who knows me well will tell you without any hesitation that I am competitive.  I am brutally competitive.  Most people don't like to play games with me for that reason.  I have a few friends who are equally as competitive, but I've found no one to match my desire to compete for anything and everything until I found Ben.  This kid rawks.  He and I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109695395112393682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109695395112393682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109695395112393682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109695395112393682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/10/somebody-call-gamblers-annonymous.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109599741280170042</id><published>2004-09-23T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:10:05.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come on, sistah.  Snap out of it!Can someone please explain to me why Britney Spears keeps looking more and more like she just rolled out of a trailor parked next to a swamp in the deep south?  I don't know if this is a new phenomenon or not or if I've just recently noticed it.  Woman, you have more money than God! Why are you going around with the pockets hanging out of your shorts and your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109599741280170042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109599741280170042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109599741280170042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109599741280170042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/come-on-sistah.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109582847349362618</id><published>2004-09-21T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:55:18.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You down with G.O.D?  Yeah, you know me!Tonight I noticed that I could smell autumn in the air and that summer is officially gone.  I love the smell of fall, there's a sweet smell and the air is cool in the evening.  It's really my favorite season.  Except, of course, when I get my first autumn cold...which inevitably always happens.Yep, I woke up on Sunday with a sore throat and hacking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109582847349362618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109582847349362618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109582847349362618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109582847349362618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-down-with-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109548817879379444</id><published>2004-09-18T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:16:18.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POP!Today is my dad's birthday!  He tells everyone he's 59, when in reality he's 58.  He considers his first 9 months in the womb some of the best months of his life...and he will argue his age with you until you just give up and let him have his way.I'm pretty sure the government won't go along with you on that though, Dad.  Don't be expecting that social security check a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109548817879379444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109548817879379444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109548817879379444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109548817879379444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-pop-today-is-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109502393954833564</id><published>2004-09-12T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:25:26.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ON THE ROAD TO SELF-EMPLOYMENTThank you to everyone who emailed and called...your thoughts and well-wishes are very greatly appreciated.  Y'all are just good people.At the risk of sounding too new age-y and goofy, I really do believe everything happens for a reason.  One of the great things about getting older is being able to truly recognize that when one door closes, another opens and it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109502393954833564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109502393954833564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109502393954833564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109502393954833564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/on-road-to-self-employment-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109453721991522261</id><published>2004-09-07T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T02:06:59.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVING OUT / MOVING UPWell, it finally happened:  I am no longer working at the BSO.  All signs point to me working full-time as a musician, so that's what I'm going to do.  I'm sad that I'm leaving because I really love a lot of the people that I work with there, but it's for the best for them and for me.  The future is scary, though.  Exciting and scary.  I have to make some major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109453721991522261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109453721991522261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109453721991522261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109453721991522261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/moving-out-moving-up-well-it-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109402041890061810</id><published>2004-09-01T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:37:57.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GETTING OLDER AND STAKING MY TERRITORYI've always been the girl who fits the "life of the party" mold.  I'm outgoing, reasonably funny, LOUD, and flirtatious.  I have always been happy to play that role, because I could show people that despite my weight, you want to be with me.  Admittedly, I like being the center of attention, but mainly because I like to make people laugh and see them having</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109402041890061810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109402041890061810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109402041890061810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109402041890061810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/09/getting-older-and-staking-my-territory.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109322102936915024</id><published>2004-08-22T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:30:29.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOGS, DOGS, DOGSOk, if you haven't read the previous entry yet...go read that and come back to this one.  I promise, this entry will be much, much funnier.  For those of you who HAVE read the aforementioned entry, you'll love this gem that I have for you today!What would you do if you were in sunny, warm Aruba?  Would it be pester your daughter at home?  If that's what you answered...BINGO!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109322102936915024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109322102936915024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109322102936915024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109322102936915024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/08/dogs-dogs-dogs-ok-if-you-havent-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109301381006001092</id><published>2004-08-20T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:30:52.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARUBA, DOG POOP, AND HEARD IT ON THE RADIOIn case you didn't already know, I live next door to my parents.  That's the trade-off I made in order to work PT at the Symphony and pursue music.  It actually works out very well and is a win-win for both me and my parents.  My dad charges me minimal rent which pretty much covers their mortgage, I have a decent place to live and still live alone (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109301381006001092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109301381006001092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109301381006001092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109301381006001092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/08/aruba-dog-poop-and-heard-it-on-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109153948307218129</id><published>2004-08-03T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:47:08.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CHANGED MY MINDI take back my BOOOO to the DNC. I love the DNC. I want those Democrats to back every year. Now, I realize that they don't have a convention year, but I think that they could rack their brains and come up with some excuse to get together and shut the entire city down.I have never enjoyed Boston or driving in and out of it so much. There were hardly any people around on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109153948307218129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109153948307218129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109153948307218129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109153948307218129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-changed-my-mind-i-take-back-my-boooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109086476062402074</id><published>2004-07-26T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T13:59:20.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah to Democrats and BOOOO to the DNC Rewind to last night:   11:30 pm stopping at CVS to pick up my blood pressure medication so my heart and/or head don't explode.  Back in the car.  Stop to get some water because I realize I'm thirsty.  Drive onto Rt. 93 where it looks like the Las Vegas strip:  giant floodlights, a gazillion signs telling people where to go (I'm considering putting up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109086476062402074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109086476062402074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109086476062402074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109086476062402074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeah-to-democrats-and-boooo-to-dnc.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-109033278140466041</id><published>2004-07-20T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T10:13:13.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANGER AND HURT   What do you do when you find out that someone very close to you, who you love and trust, has spoken of you in a hurtful, degrading way?    People can call me an asshole, and people can call me obnoxious and I'd be ok with that because sometimes I can be.  These are behaviors that we all exhibit at some point or another and they're easily changeable.  There are some things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/109033278140466041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=109033278140466041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109033278140466041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/109033278140466041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/07/anger-and-hurt-it-just-broke-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108973768126973404</id><published>2004-07-13T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T12:55:40.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I talk more than I mean to.First off, I'm getting sick and I caught it from Shah.  He will promptly receive and ass-kicking for this.I took this personality test thing that's supposed to show you how other people see you.  I actually think it's pretty accurate, but that's just how I see myself.  I'll post if for you below, and the comments in bold are my reactions.  Feel free to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108973768126973404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108973768126973404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108973768126973404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108973768126973404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/07/sometimes-i-talk-more-than-i-mean-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108964378813992412</id><published>2004-07-12T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T11:00:05.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAKEDNESS &amp; OTHER ASSORTED BUSINESSNow that I'm working out of my home, I spend a lot more time there and notice the neighborhood a lot more.  My next door neighbors are really cool and they have like 100 kids so their yard looks a bit like Sanford &amp; Son over there.  The kids are nice though, and so are the parents who are just slightly older than me.  The only problem I've encountered with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108964378813992412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108964378813992412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108964378813992412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108964378813992412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/07/nakedness-other-assorted-business-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108844107060836241</id><published>2004-06-28T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:28:45.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY MOLDY MUFFINS AND OTHER DISSAPOINTMENTSYou know what's funny? I spend all my cash like there's no tomorrow (well, after paying all my bills) but I hoard my Weight Watchers points and save those bad boys like I was saving to invest in some prime real estate, my friend.  (The said real estate being my ass.)So, being as I am now a point whore, I do whatever possible to find things I like in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108844107060836241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108844107060836241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108844107060836241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108844107060836241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-moldy-muffins-and-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108743650067586928</id><published>2004-06-16T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T21:42:52.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL ALCOHOLIC CONSUMPTION SHALL NOW CEASE AND DESIST                         Alcohol                            +                         Taunia                            =                     BIG FAT JACKASS I've never been a big drinker.  I've never liked beer and it took me almost 30 years to develop a taste for more "adult" drinks like vodka tonics or martinis.  I still don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108743650067586928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108743650067586928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108743650067586928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108743650067586928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/06/all-alcoholic-consumption-shall-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108597617505782279</id><published>2004-05-30T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T00:02:55.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED TO HEARToday was my friend Brian's wedding.  He and I have known each other for years and I feel like he's a brother to me.  I sang during the Mass.  I was really nervous - so nervous that I actually popped a couple of my plane-anxiety pills to relax me.  I NEVER get nervous singing:  except at weddings. I sang three pieces that they chose:  Ave Maria, The Prayer, and The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108597617505782279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108597617505782279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108597617505782279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108597617505782279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-i-always-wanted-to-hear-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108567401268362746</id><published>2004-05-27T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T12:06:52.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back at the doubleya doublyaThat's right kids, I've abandoned the no-carb thing.  I mean, was I on CRACK?  I love pizza too much.  Way too much.I decided to go back to Weight Watchers because it's the only thing that ever worked for me, and I should just stick with it.  I went and weighed in only to find that my scale at home is TEN POUNDS lighter than their scale.  Ouch.After weighing in, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108567401268362746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108567401268362746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108567401268362746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108567401268362746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/05/back-at-doubleya-doublya-thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108559719163895063</id><published>2004-05-26T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:03:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL MY EXES DO NOT LIVE IN TEXASSpeaking of Texas, there's one ex that I'd like to send back there immediately:  the future ex-President.  Nice speech, W.  Why don't you just skip all the details and be nebulous, huh?  Oy.  I'll save that rant for another day.I've been feeling very anti-man of late.  Not man-hating or anything, just not really interested in dating or being involved with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108559719163895063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108559719163895063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108559719163895063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108559719163895063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/05/all-my-exes-do-not-live-in-texas.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108528635084483172</id><published>2004-05-23T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:27:16.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH!  And....if you'd like to see all things musical in my life, check out my new webpage here:tauniasoderquist.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108528635084483172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108528635084483172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108528635084483172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108528635084483172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108528552337457396</id><published>2004-05-22T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:24:35.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN HE WAS PART OF MY LIFEWhen I was in college, I had a lot of emotional turmoil and just general growing-up to do.  Luckily, I also met my first love - Jake - who proved to be a major influence in my life.  He probably didn't know it at the time, and I certainly didn't know it - but the two years we spent together had a really profound affect on my life and it's direction.Even though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108528552337457396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108528552337457396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108528552337457396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108528552337457396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/05/when-he-was-part-of-my-life-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108335101825983608</id><published>2004-04-30T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:54:36.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BUFORD NEEDS YOUPoor, poor kitty.  The namesake of our band, Buford, has been very, very ill this past week.  He had to go in for emergency kitty surgery and now there's a bill of many thousands of dollars for Amy to pay.  A "Buford Surgery Fund" has been set up for him.  I'm going to copy Amy's journal entry today below.  If you have a few dollars to spare, please be a loving person and donate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108335101825983608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108335101825983608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108335101825983608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108335101825983608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/04/buford-needs-you-poor-poor-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108234914033240191</id><published>2004-04-19T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:43:29.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE MEASURE OF SUCCESSTonight I'm sitting at my desk with mixed feelings.  I'm elated and angry all at the same time.  I've got two stories intertwining as one here, so I'll try to be as clear as possible so you can follow along.First, I've decided to try the online dating thing again.  I don't know if I'm a glutton for punishment or smart for keeping all my options open - that has yet to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108234914033240191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108234914033240191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108234914033240191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108234914033240191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/04/measure-of-success-tonight-im-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108178991605121671</id><published>2004-04-12T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:20:21.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SWIPED FROM WES!My sister would be proud (she's an advanced placement English teacher)!  I am a MASTER of the english language.  Fuck yeah!  Who you tellin?!?!You are a MASTER of the English language! While your English is not exactly perfect, you are still more grammatically correct than just about every American. Still, there is always room for improvement...HOW GRAMMATICALLY SOUND </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108178991605121671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108178991605121671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108178991605121671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108178991605121671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/04/swiped-from-wes-my-sister-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108128164014376986</id><published>2004-04-06T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:11:33.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEST YOUR HIP-HOP LINGO.Don't say you're Auntie Taunia never did anything for you!Just for you, all two of my loyal readers, I have created a special Hip-Hop Crossword Puzzle.  You must think creatively here!Put on your backwards baggy-ass pants, big gold chains, and do-rags and see how many of these you can get!I'll post the answers in the comments column, but please also postand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108128164014376986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108128164014376986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108128164014376986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108128164014376986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/04/test-your-hip-hop-lingo.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108118213455959752</id><published>2004-04-05T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:04:56.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ON THE RADIO....CORRECTION  - DATE(Sing it, Donna!)I have NO idea how I finagled this, but I got us bookedto appear on the Matty in the Morning show on Kiss 108 FMto promote our upcoming DVD release concert!For those of you NOT in the Boston area, I'll tell you thatthey have a HUGE listenership - like 100s of thousands and they're(I think) the #1 morning show in the Boston area for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108118213455959752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108118213455959752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108118213455959752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108118213455959752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/04/on-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108078561060378065</id><published>2004-03-31T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:17:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW MUCH DO I SUCK??? AKA BELATED BIRTHDAY WISHESOk, I'm a dick.  Jen, I know I'm a dick.  I publicly admit my dickishness in order to beg for your forgiveness!My friend Jen's birthday is March 30th.  Yep, that was yesterday.  I SWORE her birthday was tomorrow, which I also swore was March 31.  Yeah, not only am I dick that forgets what day her birthday is, but I also screw up the date that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108078561060378065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108078561060378065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108078561060378065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108078561060378065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-much-do-i-suck-aka-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108067627279817583</id><published>2004-03-30T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T15:05:25.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL-BEEF PATTYFirst of all, what's up with my last journal entry??  Spelling errors, grammatical errors, and just plain stupid stuff in there.  I must have been on crack that day.  Anyhow...Can I just tell you that this weekend rock'd the party?!?  Friday night we were playing at the Sanctuary Concerts in Berkeley Heights, NJ - opening for the Bobs.  They're a pretty well-known and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108067627279817583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108067627279817583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108067627279817583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108067627279817583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/all-beef-patty-first-of-all-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-108025024315275855</id><published>2004-03-25T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T16:34:24.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus gets to hang at EVERYONE'S partyMy friends Brian and Laurie are getting married and I am singing at their wedding.  I feel a little bad because Laurie didn't get much of a choice in the matter.  Brian and I have been friends since we were about 10, and a death threat was issued to him somewhere in our teens if he did NOT have me singing at his wedding.  So, I got the job by being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/108025024315275855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=108025024315275855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108025024315275855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/108025024315275855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/jesus-gets-to-hang-at-everyones-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107996339086257143</id><published>2004-03-22T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:03:35.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I OFFICIALLY GIVE UPYou know, I try to remain optimistic...I really do.  Even though I'm feeling pretty defeated in the love department, I have a few personals ads online that I keep there "just in case."  I haven't met anyone from online in literally YEARS, because quite frankly there hasn't been one "quality" man to contact me.I got some flack about this in a previous journal entry saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107996339086257143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107996339086257143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107996339086257143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107996339086257143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-officially-give-up-you-know-i-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107957893268529035</id><published>2004-03-17T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:05:31.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER...Ah, reviews.  Had the first half of mine today, and the second half tomorrow.  You know how I'm always saying that I'm going to get fired and then I don't actually get fired?  Yeah, that's not this time. Well, sorta.My review went pretty much as expected.  My boss really likes me, and vice versa, and she was visibly uncomfortable having to talk to me.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107957893268529035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107957893268529035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107957893268529035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107957893268529035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107895376552130479</id><published>2004-03-10T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:08:21.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a little over a week now, I have been in a major depression.  This happens every now and then where I am just so sad that I feel like my personality has been completely sucked out of me, leaving me lifeless except for the tears that are constantly welling up in my eyes.  Worse, I keep stuffing my face full of really shitty food that I KNOW I shouldn't be eating.  The carbs just add to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107895376552130479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107895376552130479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107895376552130479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107895376552130479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/for-little-over-week-now-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107825824432427050</id><published>2004-03-02T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T15:28:48.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>100% NATURAL, JUST LIKE MY HAIRFor those of you who don't know, I've been trying out the carb-free way of life.  I started the second week of January and have lost 19 lbs, but for the last week I haven't lost anything thanks to Mother Nature.  My body is now retaining enough  to have me declared an official body of water on the map.  Still, 19 lbs isn't so bad.Let's recap the progress over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107825824432427050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107825824432427050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107825824432427050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107825824432427050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/03/100-natural-just-like-my-hair-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107715547329625040</id><published>2004-02-18T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:01:09.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A VERY JOHN HUGHES BIRTHDAYSo today was is/was my birthday.  Now don't go feeling bad that you didn't say anything, it's not like you knew.  It's my Sweet 16 X 2.  I'm 32 today.The thing about it is, I was feeling very Molly Ringwald today because it seemed like nobody remembered for the first half of the day.  Let me give you a few examples:I live next door to my parents.  As I was outside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107715547329625040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107715547329625040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107715547329625040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107715547329625040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/02/very-john-hughes-birthday-so-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107669382037978493</id><published>2004-02-13T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:56:26.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE FOR EVERYONEWell kids, it's Friday the 13th - one day before Valentine's Day.  I love seeing people happy and in love - and despite it being a mass-marketed greeting card/chocolate holiday, there's something about all the red and love in the air that makes me happy.  It also makes me just a little bit sad because I don't have someone who loves me, but mostly just happy that there's a whole</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107669382037978493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107669382037978493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107669382037978493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107669382037978493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/02/love-for-everyone-well-kids-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107644810813169440</id><published>2004-02-10T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:34:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am SO ghetto!Over the weekend, we had a gig in Hartford, Connecticut.  We got all the way there and I realized that I left my nice black boots back in Boston and only had my giant, clunky pink timberland boots.  Now, you know mama ain't wearin' no hiking boots up onstage, yo.  We had some time to kill once we got there, so we went on a quest for a shoe store.  Don't people in Hartford, CT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107644810813169440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107644810813169440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107644810813169440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107644810813169440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-so-ghetto-over-weekend-we-had-gig.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107589544325195664</id><published>2004-02-04T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T09:15:01.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PUSHIN' THE WARESCome on, admit it!  You've had a secret fantasy of wearing a thong with my face plastered on it, haven't you?  Don't be ashamed, who could blame you really?  Or maybe you've wanted to add to your collection of lunchboxes and put an All About Buford collector tin next to your Dukes of Hazzard and Banana Splits lunch classics?Well kids, dreams really do come true:Yes!  This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107589544325195664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107589544325195664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107589544325195664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107589544325195664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/02/pushin-wares-come-on-admit-it-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107582429010016407</id><published>2004-02-03T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:09:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STOLEN FROM TESSTess had this cool little thing on her site, so I ripped her off.  It shows in red what states you've visited in the US.  I'm so pathetic!!!create your own visited states map</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107582429010016407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107582429010016407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107582429010016407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107582429010016407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/02/stolen-from-tess-tess-had-this-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107541019848438165</id><published>2004-01-29T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:37:40.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greta Garbo, I *SO* know what you meant, sister.Well, this has been a most assy week.  Let's see...where to begin?  Where to begin.  Let me start off with the good stuff so I can just go no-holds barred into some full-out bitching.Wes has been here for the past week and it's been nice having him.  There's no doubt we rock solid when he's doing his thang.  We had a really rockin' gig at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107541019848438165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107541019848438165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107541019848438165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107541019848438165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/greta-garbo-i-so-know-what-you-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107461017485552264</id><published>2004-01-20T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:51:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAYS WHEN I'M GLUED TO THE TVLike a 12 yr old girl, I'm so happy.  IT'S BACK!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107461017485552264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107461017485552264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107461017485552264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107461017485552264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/days-when-im-glued-to-tv-like-12-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107454125363381589</id><published>2004-01-19T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T14:43:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAINMAN/KEEPING CONTROL/THE GYM, MOM &amp; MEHas anyone else noticed that little bar for Classmates.com has a chick that looks EXACTLY like Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie??  I wish I could find that damn banner, but I can't.  Next time you're surfin' round and see a little Classmates banner, take a look and Rainman in drag will be staring right at ya.I've been feeling pretty upbeat lately and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107454125363381589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107454125363381589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107454125363381589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107454125363381589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/rainmankeeping-controlthe-gym-mom-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107411583097193323</id><published>2004-01-14T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:34:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ME, ME, MEI love this shit!  Here's a quiz to see how well you know me....or at least the very basics of me:TAKE THE DIVATAUNIA QUIZGo on now....make me proud!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107411583097193323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107411583097193323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107411583097193323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107411583097193323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/me-me-me-i-love-this-shit-heres-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107392333776826718</id><published>2004-01-12T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:04:22.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BIG BLACK HOLE OF ENERGYSo, how are those freezing temps going for ya?  For anyone not in the Boston area, it's been like -20 degrees below freezing for the past week.  When you talk, the words form in front of your face in giant ice letters.  No shit.  I swear.  I've been sleeping with a space heater about two inches from my face every night because I sleep in the coldest bedroom in all of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107392333776826718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107392333776826718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107392333776826718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107392333776826718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/big-black-hole-of-energy-so-how-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107350934271142611</id><published>2004-01-07T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T16:08:35.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BELATED WISHES / I DON'T WANT TO BE HER ANYMOREOk, first off:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday Jan 6) AMY!I was just about the only one to not give my girl props, so rather than be a shit, my timing's just bad now.  Hope it was a good day for you!  Party on, Garth.TODAY....I got on the elevator today with a woman who made me very sad for both her and myself.  I feel bad saying that actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107350934271142611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107350934271142611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107350934271142611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107350934271142611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/belated-wishes-i-dont-want-to-be-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107305523328791787</id><published>2004-01-02T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T10:02:22.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!2004 Rather than make up a list of shit that I'll never do this year, I'm just going to sum it up by saying I'm going to make this a year of self-improvement and trying to me some happy.  2003 pretty much blew, so there's nowhere to go but up!New Year's Eve started out poorly, but eventually ended up being really fun.  I was CrabZilla because I had my period and I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107305523328791787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107305523328791787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107305523328791787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107305523328791787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-new-year-2004-rather-than-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107281893550811205</id><published>2003-12-30T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:07:34.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALMOST FAMOUSI keep telling people that I don't ever need to be famous, I just want to be able to make a living doing what I love.  95% of that is true, but there is that 5% of me that would also love to be recognized for it.  Not the kind of recognition that has toothless men with binoculars outside my home, but the kind that every once in a while has someone recognizing me for being a singer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107281893550811205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107281893550811205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107281893550811205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107281893550811205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/almost-famous-i-keep-telling-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107228206339497074</id><published>2003-12-24T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:13:55.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEARI love the holidays.  The lights, the music, the foooood!This year the holiday has been difficult for me for a number of reasons.  I miss my grandfather and knowing that we won't be celebrating with him this year is tough.  I also miss Maddie (our dog), because she's always been part of the unwrapping on Christmas - she always got so excited.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107228206339497074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107228206339497074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107228206339497074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107228206339497074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107186896096870903</id><published>2003-12-19T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:23:52.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUZANNE!Everyone, please wish my palie SUZANNA-ROSANNA-DANNA-BANANA a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY today!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107186896096870903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107186896096870903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107186896096870903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107186896096870903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-birthday-suzanne-everyone-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107169608088289715</id><published>2003-12-19T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:14:25.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE WORKS HARD FOR THE MONEY...I'm SO afraid to mention anything about this here for fear that I will jinx it, but here goes nothin!  We [All About Buford] recently heard from our potential agent-rep about our video and it was good.  Very, very good.  She wants to submit us to a Northeast region conference that would have us some mini-touring in the college circuit and get the ball rolling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107169608088289715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107169608088289715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107169608088289715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107169608088289715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107075544212121679</id><published>2003-12-06T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T19:13:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHINEY BITCHSo today I got what I've been wanting for a very, very long time:  a day off from everything.  No rehearsal, no gig, just a shitload of snow and nowhere to go.  Never took a shower, stayed in my jammies all day and washed my sheets.  So I'm sitting here now at 6:30 and I'M BORED OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL.  Dude, it's Saturday night and I should be singing somewhere.  I've watched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107075544212121679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107075544212121679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107075544212121679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107075544212121679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/whiney-bitch-so-today-i-got-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107065405793525502</id><published>2003-12-05T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:54:44.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DON'T BUY IT The other night, a guy randomly instant messaged me.  This happens a lot, and I generally tell most of them to piss off because I'm not interested in their pathetic attempts to get laid.  That was this guy's agenda too - but he humored me by having an actual conversation.We talked a bit about why I don't deal with or meet men from chat rooms or online. I told him that in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107065405793525502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107065405793525502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107065405793525502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107065405793525502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-dont-buy-it-other-night-guy-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107049731853977892</id><published>2003-12-03T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T19:24:38.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHE WAS A GOOD GIRLI just talked to my dad.  Maddie died this afternoon at home.  My father was with her when she went.  She was a really good dog.   Our other dog Vicki is very confused and sad right now, but so are we.My poor dad.  I can't stop crying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107049731853977892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107049731853977892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107049731853977892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107049731853977892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/she-was-good-girl-i-just-talked-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129984.post-107048532752441165</id><published>2003-12-03T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T19:24:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU FOUND ME!Ok, I switched from Live Journal because art (and I use that term VERY loosely) imitates life:  I just can't stay in one place for very long.  I get antsy and need change, yo.  So here I am.  Enjoy the view.  All the old stuff can be found here.So, there's been lots going on that I could catch you up on - but I don't want to bore the piss out of you, so I'll give you the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/feeds/107048532752441165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6129984&amp;postID=107048532752441165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107048532752441165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6129984/posts/default/107048532752441165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divataunia.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-found-me-ok-i-switched-from-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Taunia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891401506948609114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ql9ahTK70lQ/SJ3c1HC8TkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xJ4V43LEhpA/s1600-R/laughing%2Btaunia.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
