<?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-6788985618534094879</id><updated>2011-09-27T04:51:37.917-07:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYUgqMRc6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iimxSBHwbqM/s320/IMG_1019.JPG'/><title type='text'>Declarations from D.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1858788924695814535</id><published>2011-04-20T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:22:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I AM GRADUATING FROM BYU!!!  Graduation is tomorrow and Friday.  I am about to go pick up my cap and gown.  Honestly I thought this day would never come but now that it is here I cannot believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpWr48CrosE/Ta8_7lJlp3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/_84QpWnBlFo/s320/Photo%2B73.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597763154661975922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and... VERY happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTkTniMWr9A/Ta9AO0MGeMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/q7K720kyrSU/s320/Photo%2B74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597763485116561602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1858788924695814535?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1858788924695814535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1858788924695814535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1858788924695814535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1858788924695814535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/04/graduation.html' title='graduation.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpWr48CrosE/Ta8_7lJlp3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/_84QpWnBlFo/s72-c/Photo%2B73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5941691842401835885</id><published>2011-03-27T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:45:17.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>festival of colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend some friends and I went to the festival of colors on Saturday. It is at the Hindu temple in Spanish Fork. I think the purpose is to celebrate the beginning of spring... good thing it snowed a ton the day before :)  Everyone has colored power and you through it at one another.  The color throwing happens at the same time with hundreds of kids.  There is a real big cloud of colors and you cannot see a thing or breath. Pretty crazy, but fun!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7JGlpjT7c/TZAt1IF8lAI/AAAAAAAAANs/5Zrquc-npns/s320/IMG_0202_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589017528295527426" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aORqT1QrUQI/TZAt1Z5eQ2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/md4bP5TeKs0/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589017533075047266" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUpE8VrHF5I/TZAt13TUEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FUXcjSAuojg/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUpE8VrHF5I/TZAt13TUEzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FUXcjSAuojg/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589017540968059698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5941691842401835885?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5941691842401835885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5941691842401835885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5941691842401835885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5941691842401835885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/03/festival-of-colors.html' title='festival of colors.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7p7JGlpjT7c/TZAt1IF8lAI/AAAAAAAAANs/5Zrquc-npns/s72-c/IMG_0202_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-686311572574234673</id><published>2011-03-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:39:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college is winding down... kind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GRADUATE IN APRIL!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so freaking excited to be graduating in April.  My cap and gown have been ordered and the reality is hitting me.  I honestly am very blessed to attend BYU and I will be so proud when I earn my diploma from BYU.  I am having really bad "senioritis" and I fight it every day.  I had two midterms scheduled for next week.  Today I received an email saying that my one midterm was cancelled.  I was ecstatic because I was really stressed with all of my studying and assignments.  I am going home this weekend for my brother's mission farewell so... I knew that my studying would be very limited.  Now I only have one midterm to worry about and I am very grateful.  Prayers are answered!  My undergraduate program is coming to an end... but it is still very much alive because I have plenty of assignments to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: My brother is leaving to the Idaho Boise mission.  He reports to the MTC on March 30th!  I am going to miss him VERY much!  Love you Solly Boy xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dcoj0BBdB8M/TYAwrlEzqpI/AAAAAAAAANk/CxQU5umrURs/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584517063184198290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-686311572574234673?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/686311572574234673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=686311572574234673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/686311572574234673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/686311572574234673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/03/college-is-winding-down-kind-of.html' title='college is winding down... kind of'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dcoj0BBdB8M/TYAwrlEzqpI/AAAAAAAAANk/CxQU5umrURs/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-571734649434377111</id><published>2011-03-04T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:27:14.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams are an interesting thing.</title><content type='html'>Last night I was at a friend's house hanging out.  I got home at around midnight and the lights outside of our apartments and in the hallways of our apartments were not working.  So... of course I started thinking about how some creepy guy is probably sitting under the stairwell just waiting to attack me.  I unlocked my door and ran into my apartment as quick as I could.  No worries, I got in safe and sound. I got ready for bed and went to sleep and here is my dream...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running into my apartment and all of a sudden this guy grabbed me.  I started fighting him and kicking him.  He let go of me but then the guy and his friend stood back and started laughing at me.  I was crying and scared.  They were threatening me then they shot me in the leg and told me not to call the police.  They left me.  I then got into my apartment and decided not to call the police.  Then my leg magically healed, but you could still see the bullet in my leg.  All of my family and friends were asking me how I got a bullet in my leg and I told them it wasn't a bullet just a bruise.  Nobody believed me and the rest of my dream people were trying to convince me to get the bullet removed. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO crazy how dreams reflect things that happen in your life... Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-571734649434377111?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/571734649434377111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=571734649434377111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/571734649434377111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/571734649434377111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams-are-interesting-thing.html' title='dreams are an interesting thing.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4441378074096883335</id><published>2011-02-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:18:09.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... another Monday</title><content type='html'>Wow... it has been a long time and a long day.  Highlights of my day:&lt;div&gt;1) Went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Had lunch with Holli.  LOVE her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Found out about more drama.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Had a group meeting about our investments project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Went to Zumba. LOVE  Zumba!!! (Zumba is what has been keeping me sane lately, it is my outlet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Came home almost fell on my face, accidentally spilled granola all over the kitchen, and sat on my computer and almost broke it... awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Trying to eat healthy but... I ended the day with Taco Bell... double awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# 2 and 5 were FABULOUS but I CANNOT wait for tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4441378074096883335?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4441378074096883335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4441378074096883335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4441378074096883335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4441378074096883335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-another-monday.html' title='Oh... another Monday'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-238322505304450899</id><published>2011-01-18T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:51:54.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful for 2011.</title><content type='html'>2010 was full of learning.  Last year was definitely the most difficult year in my almost 23 years but... it was also a year filled with blessings.  With hard times come blessings.  Trials are blessings because in an odd way trials remind us of all the wonderful things Heavenly Father has blessed us with.   I have learned that if you do not look for the good then you will literally drive yourself crazy.  When times are hard we have to try and find the good in the situation. Of course this is definitely easier said than done.  I have been able to reflect on some of these hard times and recognize when my Savior's arms were wrapped around me and holding me up.  I am grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord in my life.  My goal for 2011 is to be better about recognizing the hand of the Lord in my every day life.  Yes, life is not always sunshine and roses but we can try to focus on the sunshine and roses.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3B4El4B9LVw?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-238322505304450899?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/238322505304450899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=238322505304450899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/238322505304450899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/238322505304450899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2011/01/grateful-for-2011.html' title='grateful for 2011.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3B4El4B9LVw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4151656598709092052</id><published>2010-12-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:50:38.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of christmas crazy</title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;div&gt;Monday, Dec. 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain has not stopped since my last post.  Streets are flooded here in southern California.  We were saved from Christmas caroling because of the treacherous rain.  Mom at Thanksgiving time that we would be caroling Monday AND Tuesday before Christmas.  Today, my brothers refused to go out singing in the rain.  I told them that we wouldn't have to really be out in the rain.  We were gonna drive from house to house. duh.  Still there was no getting these bums off of their bums.  My mom and I said that we would carol in the rain.  No problem!  I guess we all know who the real girls in the family are... my three brothers.  (Dad kinda has a real excuse... he is a little bit of a cold.  oh... and he is old. love you dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - We had to sign another box of Christmas cards because mom decided we didn't have enough.  There were a few too many groans for two more dozen cards.  Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4151656598709092052?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4151656598709092052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4151656598709092052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4151656598709092052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4151656598709092052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-4-of-christmas-crazy.html' title='Day 4 of christmas crazy'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8566613136294488898</id><published>2010-12-20T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:16:31.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays with the sagiao family... my family</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!!  Yes... I am alive.  I survived finals and am back home in beautiful sunny California... except wait... it has not stopped raining since I got home.  Whatever.  It still feels great to be home.  So with my countdown to Christmas...  I will be providing all of you with some fabulous entertainment.  Each day til Christmas I will post some crazy holiday adventure we have had.  Coming home is always a great adventure.  I LOVE my family but we are one crazy family. We often joke that we could be an awesome reality tv show.  So here it begins but... I must catch up on a few days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of being home (technically I was not quite here because I was driving but I cannot pass up the opportunity to tell this story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday Dec. 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family attended our church Christmas party.  They host a dinner for all the families then they have a nice Christmas program with music and Christmas readings.  As they start to begin the program, a group of teens comes and sits directly behind my parents.  The teenagers were taking and being rude during the program.  My mom turned around a few times and asked that they please be quiet and listen.  They ignored my mom each time.  SO rude!  My dad then turns around and said "Hey you all need to shut the HELL up. Did you hear what I said?"  Yep.  Merry Christmas dad told kids to shut the hell up during the Christmas program.  Awesome.  There was complete silence from those kids for the rest of the Christmas program and they all lived happily ever after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Dec. 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had officially been home for about one hour and my 16-year-old twin brothers were each suppose two chop two romaine hearts for a salad.  I called them down to do their task and then they looked at me as if they had no idea what to do.  I said "mom called and asked that you two cut the lettuce for the salad."  Hunter was going to start first and then Cody would come and do his.  The twins are adolescent teenager boys and can't do anything in the same place at the same time without a brawl.  Here is the convo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter: How do you cut lettuce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle: With a knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Well.... I've never done this before.  What knife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Use your brain.  You're 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: Ok... I guess this green knife that mom uses for the lettuce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: How much do I throw away from the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Really... if you ask me one more question about the most simple task in the world I am going to scream.  You are so much smarter than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H: (Grumble)... 3o seconds pass... What do I put the lettuce in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now Cody's turn to cut his 2 heads of lettuce.  Before he even begins I say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please do not ask me any questions on how to cut lettuce, just get to it."  He says that he has never cut lettuce before. I tell him that everything that he needs is on the counter and to look at Hunter's finished project for an example.  Geez... video games are ruining the minds of America's youth.  Yes I admit, I could have had a few more patience but... I had just driven 10 hours all by myself and had taken 6 finals. My patience were running on empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Dec. 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas cards.  This year mom decided that she wanted everyone to sign their own name in the Christmas cards.  Cool. No big deal, right?  Wrong.  Definitely a big deal for our family.  I am pretty sure that my twin brothers asked about the following question about 10 times:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are we gonna sign all of the cards?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm... no we just want your name on 10 of the cards.  Duh.  We are are gonna sign all of the cards.  The one asked if we could just sign one of the cards and make copies of the signatures and place them on the cards.  Really? Then we wanted the names in order from oldest to youngest BUT it became a little too complicated for some of our brains because we were not sitting in order from oldest to youngest as we were passing our cards through the assembly line.  Yep.  Small little bickering sessions broke out during the Christmas card signing because someone's name was in someone else's place.  Oh... we are so joyous this Christmas season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. my family REALLY does love each other. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8566613136294488898?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8566613136294488898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8566613136294488898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8566613136294488898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8566613136294488898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-with-sagiao-family-my-family.html' title='holidays with the sagiao family... my family'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3341479284109714403</id><published>2010-11-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:18:29.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paint party 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, I went to probably one of the most awesome parties I have been to in Provo.  Paint Party 2010 was epic!!!  Anna, Alyssa, and I went to the paint party in our white shirts and black leggings and rocked it!  There was tons of dancing, prime people watching, bangin' black lights, and loads of paint.  We had so much fun and basically I am going to let the pictures tell the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgp4EUpDAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/L6VqAYXHihE/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541725384689126402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Anna, and Alyssa.  I love these girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgp420aOaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jrE_4m9RpI0/s320/IMG_0081_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541725398244145570" /&gt;All pretty and ready to get our paint on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgp6cHxzzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IzE78bK7y_I/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541725425437364018" /&gt;Paint squirt guns!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;P.S I was not trying to be a slut, but there was a lot of pushing, pulling, shoving hence the stretched out shirt and revealing shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgsb6sjRXI/AAAAAAAAANU/iEXlXuNsujI/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541728199603602802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had  a freaking blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgrSRgM1fI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ry2FdoyhwHs/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541726934415496690" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgrS8kdW6I/AAAAAAAAANM/l411WCa2CtE/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541726945976081314" /&gt;black lights + paint + friends = AMAZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3341479284109714403?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3341479284109714403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3341479284109714403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3341479284109714403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3341479284109714403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/11/paint-party-2010.html' title='paint party 2010.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TOgp4EUpDAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/L6VqAYXHihE/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6212451523149460554</id><published>2010-11-17T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:47:19.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diet coke and kindergarten.</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday morning I volunteer in a local kindergarten classroom. I love it!  It is so fun to see how excited all these little kids are to learn.  This past Tuesday I was getting ready and since school has been rough I have been slacking on my Recovering Diet Coke Addict(RDCA) program.  I really have been doing quite well.  I have come a long way from having numerous 12-packs under my bed freshman year in the dorms.  Hannah was a witness to the madness :)  Anyways on Tuesday I really needed a pick me up because I looked so haggard from my lack of sleep.  I did not want the teacher to think I was on drugs or hungover because if I saw me that's would be the first thought to pop into my mind.  So I went and grabbed my 2-liter of Diet Coke from the fridge.  I went to grab a glass, but there were no clean ones.  So... I took the 2-liter with me back to my bathroom and continued doing my make-up and hair in my underwear while drinking straight from the 2-liter of Diet Coke.  It was quite a sight.  My RDCA sponsor would have been so disappointed... except I don't have a sponsor.  Maybe I should look into getting one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6212451523149460554?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6212451523149460554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6212451523149460554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6212451523149460554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6212451523149460554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/11/diet-coke-and-kindergarten.html' title='diet coke and kindergarten.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6839350215247183876</id><published>2010-11-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:23:44.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sparkled.</title><content type='html'>Last week I had 4 midterms, 3 quizzes, a group paper, and a marketing presentation today.&lt;div&gt;It is ok though because I came out victorious.  I got a 100% on my finance test, which was exciting.  I felt ok about skipping my ethics class to study for it.  It sure did pay off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*By the way... I am pretty sure that skipping ethics class is probably a very unethical thing to do.  My behavior toward my ethics class was slightly reflected in my ethics midterm.  I missed 3 of the multiple choice, which may not sound like too many but there were only 15 multiple choice questions work 4 points each.  Lame!  Oh well I survived and I get to go home to California in a week!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my group gave our marketing presentation.  One group has presented each week since the start of the semester, so since we were group 11.  There were a lot of previous groups to compare us to... so the pressure was on.  I was really blessed to only have to give the introduction and define our topic at the beginning.  I get VERY nervous with group presentations.  Public speaking does not really scare me.  I can get up in front of a group of a million people all by myself and say whatever... no big.  I think that the group aspect is what gets my nerves going because the group is counting on you to do well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... after each group gives their presentation the other members of the class give positive feedback and then make comments on things the group could work on.  So, at the end Professor S. was asking for some positive feedback.  After about four comments, Professor S. said "What about the introduction?"  I figured this was his transition into what the group could have worked on.  He looked right at me and he said "You sparkled."  I thought is he serious?  He was like you did.  I said thank you and was trying not to laugh.  I kind of thought that he said "I sparkled" just to boost my self-esteem because I think I was a little shaky.  I felt like I really did not do that much nor was it spectacular.  A sweet guy from my ward is in my class and when he and I were talking about the "I sparkled" comment tonight at FHE he made me realize that I needed to accept the compliment.  The sweet guy from my ward did make a good point that the professor does not give out very many compliments after these presentations.  Thank you sweet guy.  You are correct and I need to eat some humble pie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6839350215247183876?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6839350215247183876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6839350215247183876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6839350215247183876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6839350215247183876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-sparkled.html' title='I sparkled.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8128849465419895917</id><published>2010-11-08T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:43:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random moments.</title><content type='html'>1.  I went to Zumba at the gym.  The instructor had pieces of her hair fall out while she was teaching.  Yes, the plural is correct.  She had hair extensions fall out twice.  You know you're getting a good work out when hair starts flying.&lt;div&gt;2. I got a jury duty summons.  I swear I get these ALL the time.  I know that there are plenty of unemployed people in CA that would love to earn the $15 a day.  Can we please send them jury duty?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If the government wants to create jobs, then they should not allow people over the age of 60 to drive and provide free taxi service for old people.  These old people are becoming a hazard to my health and I am sure many others around me.  Today there was this old man driving so awful I was screaming.  He was going so slow and not staying in his lane.  So, I would speed up to get away from him, but then he would magically reappear.  He almost hit me like three times.  I could NOT get away from him.  This old man needed the government provided free taxi service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8128849465419895917?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8128849465419895917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8128849465419895917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8128849465419895917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8128849465419895917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-moments.html' title='Random moments.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4973199805586546165</id><published>2010-11-04T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:05:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school. school. school.</title><content type='html'>Yes, all I do is school.  I am consumed by school.  My second home is the Tanner building (the business school building on campus).  Actually... It is probably more like my first home.  My second home is my bed where I sit and do my homework because I have been to cheap to buy an ethernet cord that will reach the other side of my bedroom where I can sit at my desk and do my homework like a real person.  You would think since I do school 24/7 then a result of my studies would be no run-on sentences in my blog like the previous one... oh well.  My social life is kind of lacking but I see plenty of books and quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of my lacking social life:&lt;br /&gt;1) I learned who won the World Series via my email from WSJ News Alerts&lt;br /&gt;2) Yes, I refer to the Wall Street Journal as WSJ&lt;br /&gt;3) My bedroom floor is covered with WSJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TNJo4k0_o_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4bB4IdMDF0U/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TNJo4k0_o_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4bB4IdMDF0U/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535602213159674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4973199805586546165?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4973199805586546165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4973199805586546165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4973199805586546165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4973199805586546165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-school-school.html' title='school. school. school.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TNJo4k0_o_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/4bB4IdMDF0U/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-7336619177488341171</id><published>2010-10-14T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:36:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny comments in marketing.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in my marketing class, my professor was talking about... market research? (I think that's what he was talking)  Anyways... My professor put up a powerpoint slide with a list of movie titles.  These movie titles were changed before the release of the movie because they did some research and found a title that would be more appealing.  For example the original title for &lt;i&gt;Rocky&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;i&gt;The Contender&lt;/i&gt;.  As the original titles were placed on the board people in the class were shouting out there guesses of what the movie was.   Well... This is what flashed on the screen:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Boy's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Any creative guesses as to what movie this turned into? Some guy in our class yelled out: Brokeback Mountain!  hahahaha everyone in the class was laughing and our professor couldn't help but smile. We were all disappointed when the movie was E.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-7336619177488341171?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7336619177488341171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=7336619177488341171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7336619177488341171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7336619177488341171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-comments-in-marketing.html' title='funny comments in marketing.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2623570828282057076</id><published>2010-10-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:23:04.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 13th comes each month and I think about you all day Baby Bella.  Not a day goes by that I don't think about you, but on the 13th not a minute goes by that I don't think about you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Bella xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TLaHgMyeXXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K3iJypmpxIE/s200/IMG_0171_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527754579902356850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2623570828282057076?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2623570828282057076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2623570828282057076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2623570828282057076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2623570828282057076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-months.html' title='3 months.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TLaHgMyeXXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K3iJypmpxIE/s72-c/IMG_0171_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6203370921050110227</id><published>2010-10-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:40:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women.</title><content type='html'>"There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;kindles&lt;/span&gt; up and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;beams&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;blazes&lt;/span&gt; in the dark hour of adversity."&lt;div&gt;~Washington Irving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Disclaimer: men... i love you too. i am not a crazy feminist.  women are better at some things and men are better at some things. both men and women are good at some of the same things. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6203370921050110227?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6203370921050110227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6203370921050110227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6203370921050110227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6203370921050110227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/10/women.html' title='women.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2527142941246884572</id><published>2010-09-23T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:36:57.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zumba.</title><content type='html'>I had a new adventure today.  During the summer, I was doing a very good job at consistently going to the gym and since I have been back in Provo I have been found guilty of neglecting the gym.  I NEED the gym and not just because my butt is beyond the average size, but it makes me feel happier.  The whole endorphin theory is completely true. Have you people heard of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ZUMBA???  &lt;/span&gt; I have been wanting to try Zumba for months.  I usually will never go to a class at the gym without a friend... I can go to the gym by myself and do my own thing but going to a class is a different story.  Today I went to Zumba!!! It was fun.  I think I have rhythm... ok well I know I have rhythm that is one thing I am confident in saying.  During Zumba, I was all over the place and I know I looked like a fool.  I was getting a hold of it by the end so hopefully after a few more times I will look like I actually know what I am doing.  My quads and bum are killing me, but I feel good.  I highly recommend Zumba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2527142941246884572?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2527142941246884572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2527142941246884572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2527142941246884572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2527142941246884572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/zumba.html' title='zumba.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4654695081384176626</id><published>2010-09-20T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:28:07.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday a girl got up in church and shared a spiritual thought. She read this scripture:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My son, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace be unto thy soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but &lt;b&gt;a small moment&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Doctrine and Covenants 121: 7-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now read it again but insert your name where it says "My son"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powerful and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4654695081384176626?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4654695081384176626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4654695081384176626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4654695081384176626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4654695081384176626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-girl-got-up-in-church-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5576560820786636891</id><published>2010-09-16T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:20:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet simple beautiful message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snAjZ8mfoYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/snAjZ8mfoYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5576560820786636891?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5576560820786636891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5576560820786636891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5576560820786636891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5576560820786636891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-simple-beautiful-message_16.html' title='sweet simple beautiful message.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2497685848000943125</id><published>2010-09-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:13:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months.</title><content type='html'>I love this little baby girl!  Bella is my angel.  I dream about her often and not a day passes by that I do not think about her.  Thinking about Bella makes me smile and so does this video (Please excuse my annoying voice).  Here is a video I took of her while I was watching her one night in July.  She loved strawberries!  I cut up about 5 or 6 strawberries.  I went to rinse the knife, wipe off the counter, and put away the other strawberries... by the time I got back to start this video she had already eaten most of them.  Is she not the cutest ever???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b95cecbc9b9d206c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db95cecbc9b9d206c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52FF106B5618EAD8764A877711621FBC283CFF60.754E4826E5D6244E6BE36219EBCF470CB6CD7561%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db95cecbc9b9d206c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7yS4e2pAAu9fJe8T7c3f3Xty1GM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db95cecbc9b9d206c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52FF106B5618EAD8764A877711621FBC283CFF60.754E4826E5D6244E6BE36219EBCF470CB6CD7561%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db95cecbc9b9d206c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7yS4e2pAAu9fJe8T7c3f3Xty1GM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bella,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love and miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Danielle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2497685848000943125?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2497685848000943125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2497685848000943125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2497685848000943125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2497685848000943125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-months.html' title='2 months.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3649944705312417089</id><published>2010-09-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:42:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day.</title><content type='html'>I have been in a really bad mood lately.  It is nobody's fault but my own.  So... I am going to make a conscious effort to get real and be happy because life is not that bad.  Yes, all of my friends are married and I have never been on a date and I am taking 18 credits and school is going to be super crazy this semester, and all the people I love are in California, but I am great and life will be great.&lt;div&gt;A couple of things I am excited about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I signed up to volunteer in a kindergarten class at a local elementary school once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I may be getting tickets for general conference (cross my fingers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) A guy in my class introduced himself and admitted to having a 1.8 GPA out of high school and worked his butt off to get to BYU... umm... good for him for coming such a long way, but I am really happy I was not in his shoes :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3649944705312417089?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3649944705312417089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3649944705312417089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3649944705312417089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3649944705312417089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3508647995706577944</id><published>2010-09-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:15:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamba Juice</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago my mom and I were in San Diego going to the doctors.  After the doctor, my mom wanted a Jamba before we headed back to Temecula.  The parking lot was a little crazy so she just dropped me off and I ran inside to order her one.  A woman in front of me had several children with her, but luckily she was rude and just ordered herself one so I didn't have to wait for her and all of her children to get their orders.  I stepped up and ordered my Mom an orange dream machine.  After I finished ordering I stepped aside and a nice police officer ordered himself a jamba as well.  Now at this point all three of us... the rude lady, myself, and the police officer are all waiting for our smoothies.  The jamba boy announces a name of a smoothie which I can barely hear, which I though was mine but the rude lady went up and grabbed it.  The rude lady then proceeds to walk away and take a sip of HER jamba.  She then turns around and says to the boy "Oh no, sorry this is not mine."  The jamba boy then asks her, "Oh ok, did you drink out of it?"  The rude lady says "no"... ok she lied.  The boy then gives her the correct smoothie and now a jamba girl has the smoothie the rude lady thought was hers and jamba girl looks at the straw and can see lip marks on it and jamba girl asks the lady again "Did you drink out of this smoothie ma'am?"  The rudy lady lies AGAIN and says "No" and walks out of the story.  The jamba girl then changes the straw and announces "orange dream machine"... oh thats my smoothie... the one the lady just drank out of and now you're gonna give it to me.... they must be joking.  I walk over and say "Umm... she drank out of that."  The jambe girl says "She said she didn't...  wow I don't know why people have to lie."  I was like "Yeah, me neither."  The jamba girl quickly made me a brand new smoothie and upgraded me to a bigger size and was really nice.  Now... I know that the police officer saw everything that went down.  I think the cop should have written the lady a citation for something... I don't know what... but something... maybe if i were under the age of 18 she could have been cited for child endangerment.  I mean she could have had herpes or HIV or syphilis.  But... I must say that the rude lady must know the colors of her jambas extremely well because she was able to tell the difference between a "Citrus Squeeze" and an "Orange Dream Machine" just by looking at them and without tasting them... that's talent! (BTW the main ingredients in these are orange)&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story:  Beware the next time you're at Jamba... :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3508647995706577944?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3508647995706577944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3508647995706577944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3508647995706577944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3508647995706577944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/09/jamba-juice.html' title='Jamba Juice'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1885102502414826992</id><published>2010-08-22T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:15:35.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love/hate (really really dislike)</title><content type='html'>I hate using the word hate.  It really just sounds plain mean.  I am trying to be nicer and be optimistic about life but... I really want to make some complaints.  So... I had this idea.  Maybe if I write down things that bug me and things that make me happy then there would kind of be a balance.  Balance in life is good so here I go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really &lt;b&gt;dislike&lt;/b&gt; it when people declare their love for their boyfriend/girlfriend via facebook. If I am ever guilty of this, then I give everyone permission to slap me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; the carpool lane and the invention of FASTRAK.  Every time I drive home from working in San Diego I am still stunned that more people don't invest in a fastrak.  People... time is money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really &lt;b&gt;dislike&lt;/b&gt; walking down the pet food aisle.  The smell makes me want to vomit.  If I go with people to the store and they walk down the pet aisle, I will walk down the neighboring aisle and wait for them at the end.  I try to hide my being dramatic, but then they will ask me where I went and I have to tell them what my deal is and then I look like a drama queen.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; California and I don't want to go back to Utah one bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really &lt;b&gt;dislike&lt;/b&gt; middle school.  I think middle school ruins children.  This is the time when hormones are raging and every kid is a brat.  Kids are SO mean in middle school.  I often joke with my mom that my kids will be home schooled for middle school... this may not be a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; seeing people do nice things for other people.  Kindness warms my heart and there really is not enough of it in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are little dumb things, but I guess they are just floating around in my brain. I basically just exposed how truly weird I can be.  Oh well... maybe weird can be interpreted as funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1885102502414826992?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1885102502414826992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1885102502414826992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1885102502414826992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1885102502414826992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovehate-really-really-dislike.html' title='love/hate (really really dislike)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-7423489940318315853</id><published>2010-08-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:15:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Bella. I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One month ago I held this precious little girl for the last time in this earthly life.  Bella passed away one month ago today.  I know that I will see her again and she will wrap her sweet little arms around me and give me kisses. I am so grateful for the love of our Savior Jesus Christ and the knowledge of the gospel because it is the only thing that brings me comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TGY2wLMGtKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJErs1d6V94/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505147795772191906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ This is the last picture I took with Bella over July 4th weekend. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella brought so much love and joy into the lives of so many and her sweet spirit continues to touch so many lives.  She showed us how to love and laugh with her great sense of humor even at her young age.  Jessie and I lived together while she was pregnant with Bella and our best friendship was pretty much instant.  In our hearts, Jessie and I are sisters and I was Bella's Auntie Danielle.  Jessie was and continues to be an amazing mommy to Isabella Rose.  Jessie is so devoted to Bella, it is absolutely remarkable.  Jessie shows Bella more love than anyone can imagine and Bella knows the love of her mama. I love Jessie and Bella tons and tons. Words cannot express how much the both of them mean to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TGY3kmQS31I/AAAAAAAAAL8/m7aM83kjAqs/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505148696390721362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week that Bella passed away was probably the most difficult week of my life and so i can only imagine how unbelievably difficult it was for Jessie as Bella's mother.  I cried a lot, but I also smiled when I thought about all the moments that Bella made me smile. Bella will be missed by so many, but we know that she is in heaven and is a celestial daughter of our Heavenly Father. Bella is in a place that is suited for an angel because she is too beautiful to have to play in the mud with the rest of us in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I love you Bella xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Loving Memory of Isabella Rose Brunson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TGY053zQ2cI/AAAAAAAAALs/BeiRm3CwqIk/s320/35402_106707876044533_100001159641092_52220_8106634_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505145763343161794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March 7, 2009 - July 13, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-7423489940318315853?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7423489940318315853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=7423489940318315853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7423489940318315853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7423489940318315853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-bella-i-love-you.html' title='Beautiful Bella. I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/TGY2wLMGtKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJErs1d6V94/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1990737342659554741</id><published>2010-03-22T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:33:19.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with my cousins!</title><content type='html'>I went and had dinner with my cousins last night and then we had a little entertainment.  My cousins, Max and Felecia, each sang us some songs.  It was fun.  Here are a couple videos I took of them singing some beautiful songs.  I love my family!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95c4fb91036acfeb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95c4fb91036acfeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D354413DB8BAF2747B169364287534D863E426CCD.750BCF40CBD103B351BC50653D477051BC0469DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95c4fb91036acfeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfQ2zIBlULYjEdhidlI1gCLtDSBg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95c4fb91036acfeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D354413DB8BAF2747B169364287534D863E426CCD.750BCF40CBD103B351BC50653D477051BC0469DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95c4fb91036acfeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfQ2zIBlULYjEdhidlI1gCLtDSBg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way... poor Felecia got interrupted a couple times by the phone and the dogs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46c571ba6aed0b2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46c571ba6aed0b2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BD4804DEBE6009C301A06F2063863E91852F59A.3D43A6703859B0210A92D2E2D7292C0B315880A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46c571ba6aed0b2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR664rouIsNXnFsGueiKjfPf5XDc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46c571ba6aed0b2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329862168%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BD4804DEBE6009C301A06F2063863E91852F59A.3D43A6703859B0210A92D2E2D7292C0B315880A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46c571ba6aed0b2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR664rouIsNXnFsGueiKjfPf5XDc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.  I had another crazy, funny dream that I will be saving for my next post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1990737342659554741?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1990737342659554741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1990737342659554741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1990737342659554741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1990737342659554741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-with-my-cousins.html' title='Fun with my cousins!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5012776247219395714</id><published>2010-03-17T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:50:44.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom knows best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I really wanted to make some chocolate chip cookies.  I just wanted to make a couple dozen.  My mom has the BEST chocolate chip cookie recipe.  I am sure we all think this of our mom's chocolate chip cookies.  My mom's recipe uses shortening and I didn't have any.  SO... I thought I will just make the recipe on the back of the bag of the Nestle chocolate chips.  Bad idea!  They were nothing like mom's and I hate them.  Waste of chocolate chips and waste of calories, not eating them.  I thought that the Nestle Tollhouse recipe was Phoebe's (from Friends) Grandma's "famous recipe" so I thought they would be semi-yummy.  Probably shouldn't use a TV sitcom as a reason behind my logic.  If you have not seen that episode from Friends it is hilarious.  It is called "The One With Phoebe's Cookies" look it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story:  STICK TO MAMA'S RECIPE. THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/S6HNHLD1p3I/AAAAAAAAALk/8kuz_tFasWM/s320/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862547206678386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5012776247219395714?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5012776247219395714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5012776247219395714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5012776247219395714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5012776247219395714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-knows-best.html' title='Mom knows best.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/S6HNHLD1p3I/AAAAAAAAALk/8kuz_tFasWM/s72-c/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8694851456756240043</id><published>2010-03-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:31:35.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dreams are very strange.  I hardly ever remember my dreams.  On the rare occasion that I do remember my dreams, the details are often blurry and I remember specific parts and bits. Sometimes I wake up from my dreams and I have a smile on my face, I may be laughing, feel as if I may cry, or even feel somewhat confused.  Today I woke up with a big smile on my face because my dream was about this sweet little face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/S6BL3dqA-UI/AAAAAAAAALc/4sXBYBvtT80/s320/taylor_lautner300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449438965344041282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some may call me pathetic, but I had a great day and it may have been attributed to this little fairytale dream I had last night.  It was a very sweet innocent dream.  The dream mainly consisted of him and I riding around in his nice car while drinking Diet Coke and talking for hours.  In my dream Taylor also loved Diet Coke.  I mean a manly man that loves Diet Coke as much as I do, really... what more could a girl ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8694851456756240043?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8694851456756240043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8694851456756240043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8694851456756240043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8694851456756240043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/S6BL3dqA-UI/AAAAAAAAALc/4sXBYBvtT80/s72-c/taylor_lautner300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-195144908235297825</id><published>2010-02-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:13:49.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for kassandra</title><content type='html'>i am pretty sure that kassandra has said to me, "let's change our blog backgrounds" about 15 times in the last couple months.  now she has just started saying, "danielle sign in to your blog so i can change your background for you"  i know it has been like probably about a year since i have changed it, but the fact is i don't really care BUT since i want kassandra to be happy i did it.  now don't expect it to be changed for another year.  don't get mad.  &lt;div&gt;and yes kassandra i say "don't get mad" a lot. don't get mad.&lt;div&gt;here are also the highlights from my last week of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i spent almost every night in the library this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. was on campus for over 10 hours on monday, tuesday, wednesday, &amp;amp; thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. spent 1 hour and 10 minutes waiting in the testing center line on thursday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. took my accounting test, walked out of the testing center and saw the phrase "Perfect Score" next to my student number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. went to lunch with holli, anna, &amp;amp; alyssa. we had a lovely time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. cooked dinner for my grandparents with jen and hopefully made their day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. went and saw Dear John with kassandra on saturday evening and cried periodically for about a hour and got a huge headache.  highly recommend it... the movie not the headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. went to church today and got a new calling: co-chair for the family history council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. watched the super bowl.  GO SAINTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. used absolute horrible grammar and punctuation in this post.  don't get mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-195144908235297825?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/195144908235297825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=195144908235297825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/195144908235297825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/195144908235297825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-kassandra.html' title='for kassandra'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2983457487032457377</id><published>2010-01-28T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:30:47.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is crazy happy</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, family, everyone lovely that I love!  &lt;div&gt;I have neglected my blog for a very long time.  Christmas was wonderful.  I miss California every day.  Lots of pictures to post at a later time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is crazy but I am still happy even if I don't seem to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean... today I was watching Jeopardy! while making a study guide of course because school work is coming out of my ears, mouth, nose, everywhere... I think you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... anyways back to Jeopardy! The category was "Brian Wilson songs" and... I got every answer correct.  Yes! I know my Beach Boys!  I am a true Californian!  Hooray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... come on... what's not to be happy about???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2983457487032457377?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2983457487032457377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2983457487032457377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2983457487032457377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2983457487032457377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-crazy-happy.html' title='life is crazy happy'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1220048190374356488</id><published>2009-12-06T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:20:30.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>festival of trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the Festival of Trees in South Jordan with my Aunt Julie and my cousin Jen. It was way cool. The event has a ton of trees that are all decked out with tons of fun and unique decor.  The trees are for sell with all of the decor and the money goes to charity.  100% of the proceeds that are made at the festival are donated to Primary Children's Medical Center. The trees are decorated by many different organizations and families.  Many of the trees are in memory of someone that was treated by Primary Children's Medical Center.  Each of the trees has a sign with them and on the back you can read the story of the person who is being remembered.  After reading about five of the stories... I had to stop or else I would have been bawling the entire time at the festival.  There were many GORGEOUS trees but, I mainly took pics of the funky fun ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOxGpvF7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5xoH3fTOfgQ/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217088954537906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas tree... kinda awesome. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOwsgluiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pJ-1vEmqRJA/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217081936853538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This "I Love Lucy" tree was a little intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOwC2guVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/R1JEbx5Ss2A/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217070754511186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwPj_CvmHI/AAAAAAAAALI/1iLgyBQEbvM/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217963085273202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute little girly tree was in memory of a sweet little baby girl.  The pink hydrangeas on the tree were absolute genius... don't be surprised if you come to my house in the future and I have them on my Christmas tree :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwPjWB8YLI/AAAAAAAAALA/7zt8gKz2biM/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217952076062898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tree was in memory of an ultimate BYU fan.  Go Cougars!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOvk4dWjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G4WKw0d8Dzw/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOvk4dWjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G4WKw0d8Dzw/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217062709615154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An ice cream theme tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOvAbJ_7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/C6l0DyuyoJY/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOvAbJ_7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/C6l0DyuyoJY/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217052923035570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Peacock tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1220048190374356488?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1220048190374356488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1220048190374356488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1220048190374356488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1220048190374356488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/12/festival-of-trees.html' title='festival of trees.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SxwOxGpvF7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5xoH3fTOfgQ/s72-c/IMG_0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8009452814100548864</id><published>2009-11-23T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:52:55.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TLC</title><content type='html'>I LOVE TLC.  Yes, I shouldn't have time for TV, but some how I make time.  I LOVE watching Say Yes to the Dress, Cake Boss, and Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8.  Yes, I will admit it.  I am very sad to see the Jon &amp;amp; Kate Series come to an end :(  Tonight will be kind of sad.  In my perfect little fairy tale world, Jon and Kate will get back together and they and their 8 children will live happily ever after.  Let's be honest I am more of a realist so for me to have so much hope for them is kind of hilarious.  For the record... I am not on team Jon or Kate.  I am on Team Cara, Mady, Alexis, Hannah, Aaden, Collin, Leah, and Joel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8009452814100548864?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8009452814100548864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8009452814100548864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8009452814100548864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8009452814100548864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/tlc.html' title='TLC'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4357042224297290790</id><published>2009-11-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:06:05.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't laugh!  So... I fell in love last night/morning at around 12:47 a.m. in a movie theater.  I would like you all to meet my new boyfriend... well in my dreams.  Yes, I am a little obsessed.  Here he is!!!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SweRA5TflPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gEK-8JTS4Dw/s400/Jacob-Black-new-moon-movie-6854561-2560-1703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406449322250179826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4357042224297290790?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4357042224297290790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4357042224297290790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4357042224297290790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4357042224297290790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-love.html' title='true love.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SweRA5TflPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gEK-8JTS4Dw/s72-c/Jacob-Black-new-moon-movie-6854561-2560-1703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5099156337055705244</id><published>2009-11-18T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:56:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE this.  Share it with everyone!</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a friend's facebook page and it really warmed my heart.  Enjoy!  Lunch and breakfast and dinner... probably my favorite quote.  Watch the video and you will know what I mean :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tuwid8_O8dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tuwid8_O8dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5099156337055705244?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5099156337055705244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5099156337055705244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5099156337055705244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5099156337055705244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-this-share-it-with-everyone.html' title='I LOVE this.  Share it with everyone!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5367161859442281336</id><published>2009-11-11T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:59:38.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a special gem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is from an article on CNN...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font: normal normal bold 26px/26px Arial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2009/news/0910/gallery.neiman_marcus_gift_guide/index.html" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;9 extravagant holiday gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal bold 15px/normal Arial; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Each year, Neiman Marcus unveils a handful of over-the-top fantasy holiday gifts. Take a quick spin through the luxury retailer's 2009 Christmas Book and you just might forget about scaling&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal bold 15px/normal Arial; line-height: 18px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; back this year.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SvvARVc0rqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_QIBPuCcSKU/s400/cupcake_car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403123582009388706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 32px; font-family:Arial;font-size:18px;"&gt;Customized Cupcake Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 32px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="dataField" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; $25,000&lt;/div&gt;This cheery confection is like a delicious-looking go-kart. Coast down the road in style at a top speed of 7 m.p.h. in a Cupcake Car that comes in different-colored "flavors," as well as your choice of decorations like sprinkles and icing. And yes, it comes with a matching hat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This is HILARIOUS/RIDICULOUS.  Who in their right mind is going to buy one of these?  Even if I had all the money in the world I would not buy one of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5367161859442281336?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5367161859442281336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5367161859442281336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5367161859442281336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5367161859442281336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-special-gem.html' title='This is a special gem.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SvvARVc0rqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_QIBPuCcSKU/s72-c/cupcake_car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-906412293728656317</id><published>2009-11-11T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:37:08.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's high and low.</title><content type='html'>My high for the day was...&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went to dinner with my very dear friend, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt;!  It was so fun to catch up with her and talk all about life.  She is getting married and I LOVE weddings, so I loved hearing all about her upcoming plans and funtivities :)   Heidi has always been an amazing friend and example to me.  I look up to her in more ways than she knows.  Spending time with friends like Heidi reminds me that there is still so much good in this crazy world.  I love her so much and am so excited for her and Jesse to get married!  Love you tons sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean this wasn't a real low... but I did get low.  I totally fell BIG time tonight.  I was leaving my friend's apartment with Kassandra and with a vacuum in hand and I ate it.  I mean it was really loud and we were laughing really hard.  I think I was trying to laugh a lot so I wouldn't cry.  But... my knees don't look too hot.  I skinned a layer of skin off both, which isn't really a big deal.  I have more skin, but my right knee looks like I am a really big golf fan and decided to implant a golf ball into my knee.  It is awesome.  Anyways, it hurts but I will live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-906412293728656317?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/906412293728656317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=906412293728656317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/906412293728656317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/906412293728656317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-high-and-low.html' title='Today&apos;s high and low.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-476178979914224715</id><published>2009-11-09T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:40:37.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye spasm/twitch... whatever the proper term is</title><content type='html'>When I woke up on Thursday morning my left eye was twitching.  I had woke up real early and got almost no sleep so I thought for sure it was from the lack of sleep and would go away later in the day.  I was so wrong.  The eye twitch lasted for four days.  On Saturday it was really bad.  It was pretty much a steady twitching all day long.  It rarely stopped.  I spent Saturday with my cousin and bless her heart because she had to listen to me complain about it all day.  People probably thought I was on drugs.  I mean it was BAD.  Yesterday, with great concern, I looked up causes for eye twitches.  The top two reasons were: (1) lack of sleep and (2) over consumption of caffeine.  Of course, I was guilty of both of these.  Hello!  They go hand-in-hand in my world.  (Diet Coke was on sale so I have a surplus and have been taking full advantage of my DC...oops)  So... I will be slowing down on the Diet Coke.  When I woke up this morning the twitch was gone.  Thank goodness because one more day would have put me over the edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-476178979914224715?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/476178979914224715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=476178979914224715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/476178979914224715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/476178979914224715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-spasmtwitch-whatever-proper-term-is.html' title='eye spasm/twitch... whatever the proper term is'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2544756767721411416</id><published>2009-10-26T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:59:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing on the inside.</title><content type='html'>today i was sitting in my finance class and this boy, excuse me... man in front of me was looking up recipes on the Taste of Home website for pumpkin bread.  it was pretty funny because this guy looked like such a guys guy, but apparently he was feeling a little in touch with his baking side today.  i really wanted to laugh out loud but decided that would not be appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2544756767721411416?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2544756767721411416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2544756767721411416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2544756767721411416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2544756767721411416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/10/laughing-on-inside.html' title='laughing on the inside.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1191354584228628845</id><published>2009-09-22T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:32:48.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SrkYKa-H1MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wcUwSxHA8hk/s1600-h/n505948545_88857_8773_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SrkYKa-H1MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wcUwSxHA8hk/s400/n505948545_88857_8773_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384361396815779010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my best friend will be getting married in a little less than 4 days.  i am freaking out inside.  i love her.  we have known each other for almost 5 years but if feels like forever.  as you grow older, you realize that some friends will come and go and some will be forever.  she is one of my forever friends.  i love her and am excited for miss kindred and mr. gavin.  i cannot wait to be in california in about 30 hours and 24 minutes to be there with kelly jo.  she has always been there for me.  we have had so many good times.  late night del taco runs.  driving around provo for no reason screaming at the top of our lungs to damien rice.  grey's anatomy all night long with meg.  sushi.  accompanying kelly to indie dance parties and looking like an idiot.  brownie trifle.  making her take pics at the beach.  sitting on the phone for hours even if we aren't talking just so we can pretend that we are sitting together.  crying together.  laughing together.  loving it all and not being able to wait for more fun hilarious crazy memories.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;love you kelly jo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SrkXXZFFvtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZQOWKNLq3Go/s400/HPIM0814_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384360520134803154" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SrkXYIsJVII/AAAAAAAAAJY/SfmdHJhHmbc/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384360532915082370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1191354584228628845?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1191354584228628845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1191354584228628845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1191354584228628845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1191354584228628845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-friend.html' title='best friend.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SrkYKa-H1MI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wcUwSxHA8hk/s72-c/n505948545_88857_8773_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-270052046848881939</id><published>2009-09-15T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:40:15.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I meant to write about this last night, but I just was watching the news and was reminded of this fabulous event.  At the VMAs on Sunday night,  Kanye so kindly got on stage and spoke highly of Beyonce.  Oh wait... Taylor Swift was on stage accepting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; award for best female video of the year when Kanye stole the mic from her.  Poor Taylor!  If I was Taylor, I am not sure if I would have cried or punched Kanye in the face.  I'll tell you what... Beyonce should have gotten on stage and used some of her butt-kicking moves from her movie "Obsessed" on freakin' Kanye.  Kanye will no longer be on my iTunes or iPod... I never really loved him, but he had a few tunes that I would shake it to.  My Kanye days are over.  I just saw on CNN that President Obama called Kanye a "jackass" when he saw what Kanye did to sweet Miss Taylor.  I am pretty sure that Obama's comment about Kanye is the first thing I have agreed with the President on.  One of the best comments about what Kanye did was from a friends's facebook status saying the following: &lt;div&gt;"I hope Kanye doesn't show up to Patrick Swayze's funeral. and say 'i'll let you get back to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; funeral in a minute.. but Michael Jackson had the best death of the year.  just sayin'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Team Taylor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/Sq_62kAbOeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hf73c_xX0HQ/s400/large_9-14vmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381795895016372706" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-270052046848881939?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/270052046848881939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=270052046848881939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/270052046848881939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/270052046848881939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/09/team-taylor.html' title='Team Taylor'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/Sq_62kAbOeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hf73c_xX0HQ/s72-c/large_9-14vmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-9174279411303086219</id><published>2009-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:50:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny bubbles... well not so tiny</title><content type='html'>I don't mind doing the dishes.  I actually enjoy it most of the time.  This new love for dishes has only been since coming college.  (sorry the love didn't come sooner mom!)  Last night at about 11 pm I decided to fill up the dishwasher.  I got all the dishes loaded up and then went to put the soap in, BUT we didn't have quite enough dishwasher soap.  I decided that I would just add a little dawn dish soap.  umm... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD IDEA of the century!!! &lt;/span&gt; Don't ever do this!!! Bubbles galore outside of the dishwasher.  The clean-up and scooping out of bubbles was not a fun job at all especially late on a Sunday evening.  I probably am not smarter than a fifth grader, but I do attend a well respected university.  You would have never guessed from this story.   Today I told my mom what I had done and she said she did the same thing when she first got married.  So at least I won't make this mistake at marriage.  Don't worry... I decided to read the bottle of Dawn after I had a mess on my hands and it states, "NOT FOR DISHWASHER USE."  Oh... Perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-9174279411303086219?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/9174279411303086219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=9174279411303086219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/9174279411303086219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/9174279411303086219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiny-bubbles-well-not-so-tiny.html' title='tiny bubbles... well not so tiny'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-7497219624209240055</id><published>2009-09-06T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:55:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOVE football.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i LOVE football in general, but the game of football is always more enjoyable when a team you love is playing.  i LOVE byu football.  they kicked some boom boom today and made me proud.  i am a true fan.  some friends and i went to the provo airport at 1:20 am and waited to greet the team at 2:00 am.  the crowd was chanting b-y-u and bronco.  it was loads of excitement.  we sang the fight song.  it was great.  i felt so proud to be a cougar.  here is to the beginning of a beautiful season.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;GO COUGARS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SqN4zcvpCXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/033K-6fInc4/s400/byu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275205295180146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-7497219624209240055?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/7497219624209240055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=7497219624209240055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7497219624209240055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/7497219624209240055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-football.html' title='i LOVE football.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SqN4zcvpCXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/033K-6fInc4/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4693779883081633700</id><published>2009-08-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:17:29.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDINGS... I love them!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a compilation of wedding festivities I have had the privilege to attend in the last like 5 months.   Anyone that knows me knows that I attract weddings, but it is ok because I LOVE weddings. ( I have married off 11 roommates in my college career)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SpIY0mvTzqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fkM56WBBqnE/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373384597437664930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My old roommate and one of my very best friends, Holli and her husband Abe on their wedding day on April 1, 2009.  It was a beautiful wedding and my very first trip to Texas!  Holli and Abe were married in the San Antonio temple.  I was honored to be one of Holli's bridesmaids and I just love Holli SOOOO much.  We have had many great times toge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ther as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SpIbPB9wNLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/w2hnLhryuz8/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373387250445857970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my old roommate Ally and another one of my very best friends.  Ally got married on May 16, 2009.  I love this little sweetie tons!  She is amazing.  She got married in the Oakland temple and her reception was at her home in Palo Alto, CA.  I had a fun stay and trip to Northern California.  Her wedding was gorgeous and I am so glad I was there to share in Ally and Eric's special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SpId866STWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/59FnQB3O0es/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373390237849505122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my oldest friends from high school, Syd got married.  Yay!  This picture has a ton of the girlfriends from high school.  Syd's was the most recent wedding on August 15.  It was a TON of fun.  Syd and Josh were sealed in the San Diego temple and the reception was at home in Temecula.  It was great to see a bunch of old friends and to see the happy couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4693779883081633700?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4693779883081633700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4693779883081633700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4693779883081633700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4693779883081633700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/08/weddings-i-love-them.html' title='WEDDINGS... I love them!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SpIY0mvTzqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fkM56WBBqnE/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1038855602183731051</id><published>2009-08-16T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:47:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM thoughts and recent events...</title><content type='html'>So... I have not posted forever!  I am just going to throw out a bunch of sentences that may not make a ton of sense, but will be just a little update to my life. Here we go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely LOVE cold cereal.  I really truly love it.  The other day I ate Reese's Puffs for breakfast, Lucky Charms for lunch, and Honey Shredded Wheat for dinner.  May seem gross, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  My family switched to fat free milk, which I believe to be a sin to put on cereal.  Since I have been home, I buy 1% milk and put my name on it in the refrigerator (just like with my food in college, it helps me feel a little more independent).  Yep, I can be a little high maintenance at times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past couple of days I have spent a lot of time reminiscing with old friends.  I LOVE my friends, they are some of the best ever.  I went to Syd and Josh's wedding this evening and it was a beautiful event.  It was a great time filled with much love and happiness.  College is great, but it is really nice to come home and see old familiar faces and even sometimes meet some new ones.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dance.  I do not care if I look like a fool.  I have a ton of fun shakin' my moneymaker!  I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE weddings.  I know that sometimes I complain about going to so many weddings, because I have been to a ton but I really do love them.  I love all the happy people, the flowers, the cake, the decorations, the planning, the love... I LOVE it all!  I have a confession.  I buy wedding magazines and books all of the time.  I am nowhere near getting married so go figure. Although, my ultimate dream job is a wedding planner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  My major is business finance so we will see how I will work the wedding planning in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1038855602183731051?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1038855602183731051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1038855602183731051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1038855602183731051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1038855602183731051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-and-recent-events.html' title='RANDOM thoughts and recent events...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6856480817591473987</id><published>2009-03-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:47:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PDA: Public Displays of Affection</title><content type='html'>I heart BYU... really I do.  Sometimes though... I wonder if I am invisible because people do the strangest things in front of me.  I am sitting in the Cougar Eat... on a Friday at 5:39 p.m. and next to me is a couple.  I am pretty sure they are freshmen.  Boy sits down with girl. Boy starts complaining about everything under the sky.  Girl patiently sits listening trying to be very kind and he continues to get angry with her about their plans for the evening and how is is SO stressed.  They both stand up and separately get their dinner.  Girl returns to the table with her food and bows her head to pray.  Girl is probably not only blessing her food but, also hoping that Boy will stop being mean.  Boy returns with his food and sits down but then asks her to stand up.  Girl stands like an obedient little puppy and they proceed to embrace. They stand by their table of food hugging and rubbing and touching and staring into one another's eyes.  I guess they made up.  Really???  They were SUPER awkward.  I wanted to yell.  Dear Boy and Girl... please don't spread your awkwardness to the world.  It could be contagious.  And... Girl run for the hills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6856480817591473987?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6856480817591473987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6856480817591473987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6856480817591473987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6856480817591473987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/03/pda-public-displays-of-affection.html' title='PDA: Public Displays of Affection'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3823499874966122240</id><published>2009-03-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:17:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT!!!</title><content type='html'>So... I have some very exciting news.  I am not engaged or pregnant.  Sorry! Those are two wrongs guesses.  I got accepted to the... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BYU Marriott School of Management!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(The Business School)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am extremely excited!  This has been something I have been working toward for awhile and all of my hard work has finally paid off!  Thank goodness!  I am so thankful to a loving Heavenly Father and Savior because without Them I would not have made it through the process alive.  I start the program spring term and am super stoked!  Thanks to all the love and prayers from my family and friends.  They paid off!  xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3823499874966122240?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3823499874966122240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3823499874966122240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3823499874966122240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3823499874966122240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-11569585685249781</id><published>2009-03-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:38:10.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYUgqMRc6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iimxSBHwbqM/s320/IMG_1019.JPG'/><title type='text'>A very fun-filled fabulous weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There were some very exciting things in the life of Danielle this weekend.  I had the opportunity to travel to California this past weekend for one of my very best friends weddings.  I am so happy I was able to be a part of Heather's special day.  Heather Nilsen is now Mrs. Taylor Osborne.  She was the most beautiful bride.  Her and Taylor are so great together and I could not be happier for the both of them.  They are fabulous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old roommate Jessie had her baby on Saturday.  Her name is Bella and she is a doll.  I am in love with her.  I skipped humanities class today to play with the baby.  It was one of those "good, better, best" decisions and I felt pretty good about it.  Jessie and the baby are going back to California for 2 weeks so I had to get my fix.  duh.  There are plenty of pics down below of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; both events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I went a little picture crazy because weddings and babies... lets be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; honest two of the best things ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYXqW3nBEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CxO4ozyJILE/s320/IMG_1015_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311458826990847042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heather is a Mrs. aaawwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYXq5mKszI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V_0V9JMJ6Ro/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311458836312929074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sweet little bridesmaids waiting so patiently &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYUgALhWsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0vSaBqvsHRs/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311455350566771394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYVsNDEusI/AAAAAAAAAHM/x4o6AwGy3_8/s320/IMG_1070_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311456659691059906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously... the cutest newborn ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYVsqreI2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ziQ2kupgUTg/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311456667645125474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves to snuggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYVr6fyVCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g0sCPiEUGLs/s320/IMG_1069_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311456654711215138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is SO precious! yep.  i am pretty sure i am auntie dani.  i think it will be ok with Jessie ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-11569585685249781?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/11569585685249781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=11569585685249781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/11569585685249781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/11569585685249781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-fun-filled-fabulous-weekend.html' title='A very fun-filled fabulous weekend!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SbYXqW3nBEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CxO4ozyJILE/s72-c/IMG_1015_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8729696211803064510</id><published>2009-01-29T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:46:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep... Snow Pictures NOT Allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I am just NOW getting back to posting the rest of my many pictures from winter break/December time.  And... yes, I live in Utah and I avoid all pictures of the snow.  This is my third winter in the oh so white Utah and... I am pretty sure that I have never taken a picture on my camera of the snow.  I think i have convinced myself that if I take a picture in the snow then I can't live in denial any more about residing in snow country.  The bottom line is that there will be no pictures of snow on this blog because to me pictures of snow do not exude happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnTL2rOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6Wh3xXVfcJw/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296956216092044514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the roomies at Jessie's baby shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnj8zJpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oioHSolTi7o/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnj8zJpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oioHSolTi7o/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296956220592301714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my brothers cheering for our favorite football team at Christmas time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnX4WEdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XUR823Ku-Ok/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnX4WEdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XUR823Ku-Ok/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296956217352393170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my very best friends having a lunch celebration during winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8729696211803064510?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8729696211803064510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8729696211803064510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8729696211803064510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8729696211803064510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep-snow-pictures-not-allowed.html' title='Yep... Snow Pictures NOT Allowed'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SYKRnTL2rOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6Wh3xXVfcJw/s72-c/IMG_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-1207680921022011891</id><published>2009-01-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:20:02.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Jessie...</title><content type='html'>My beautiful roommate Jessie and I have had some good times this last December.  She has moved out which makes me very sad but, she is still our roommate in our hearts and comes around quite often.  Love her!!!  On December 13th... I think that is the date???  We had her baby shower and later that night I was one of her models for her a school dance/activity things she had. All of the festivities were way fun that day!  Here are some pics of the events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SXQhJpGmpNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ISBJA4-F_nI/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292891911603266770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are me, Jessie, and Kassandra at her baby shower.  Christina and Lyndsey made the shower absolutely fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;umm... i cannot get the other pics to post so... they will be coming in another post.  maybe tomorrow when i am not too tired and can actually use correct grammar and punctuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-1207680921022011891?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/1207680921022011891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=1207680921022011891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1207680921022011891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/1207680921022011891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-with-jessie.html' title='Fun with Jessie...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SXQhJpGmpNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ISBJA4-F_nI/s72-c/IMG_0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5654505771455747097</id><published>2009-01-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:34:20.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>i hate snow.  it is the only thing that i will ever say that i hate.  well... i actually said that i hated utah today while i was trying to help a friend shovel her car out of the snow but really it is the snow i hate.  i don't like utah because i hate the snow.  my car is currently buried in the snow.  hopefully i will be able to get it out tomorrow but, it could definitely be questionable.  i have scrapes and bruises on my hands from trying to shovel snow.  california girl trying to shovel snow is really a priceless sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5654505771455747097?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5654505771455747097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5654505771455747097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5654505771455747097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5654505771455747097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2039030515442226831</id><published>2009-01-03T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:00:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY for 2009!</title><content type='html'>me and the blogging world have not been getting along lately because of finals and all the craziness of december with Christmas and new years.  i am so tired that i am using horrible english and grammar.  but... i am here to say that i am going to improve on this blog thing in 2009.  life is very exciting right now and i will soon give a proper update.  and i have one more thing to say/type... i HATE the snow and have no desire to go back to it.  NO desire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2039030515442226831?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2039030515442226831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2039030515442226831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2039030515442226831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2039030515442226831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-for-2009.html' title='YAY for 2009!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6932514657513293795</id><published>2008-11-23T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:01:24.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>church music does not include Celine Dion... sorry!</title><content type='html'>So... music is like one of my top favorite things about church.  Tonight my roommate and I went to our stake music fireside.  It was just musical number after musical number... it was absolutely fabulous.  Many of my most favorite hymns were performed and I loved it except... Celine Dion performed.  Well... Celine Dion did not perform but, one of her song surely was performed at the fireside.  I know that the song was titled "The Prayer" so you think prayer equals church.  yes and no... it was a little too pop for my taste.  Sorry! That is just how I feel.  Love the song but not for a church fireside.  I looked at my roommate and could barely contain my laughter because I felt so awkward.   Oh... it was a moment to be remembered for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6932514657513293795?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6932514657513293795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6932514657513293795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6932514657513293795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6932514657513293795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/chruch-music-does-not-include-celine.html' title='church music does not include Celine Dion... sorry!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-367734679102610407</id><published>2008-11-20T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:25:10.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving (and Cheesecake Factory) cannot come any sooner...</title><content type='html'>I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited to go home on Tuesday!  Words cannot even express the excitement that will overcome me when I get on that plane and leave this state.  I have not seen my family for over 3 months... which is a very long time for me.  I had a mini breakdown the other day while talking to my mom because I cannot wait to go home.  It really was no big deal, but now she is calling me telling me all about these fun things we are going to do when I get home to make me feel better.  I love my mom.  Today she called and told me that she is going to take me to Cheesecake Factory when she picks me up from the airport.  She also told me not to look too trashy when I get off the plane since we will be going to Cheesecake Factory haha... I love her! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-367734679102610407?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/367734679102610407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=367734679102610407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/367734679102610407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/367734679102610407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-and-cheesecake-factory.html' title='Thanksgiving (and Cheesecake Factory) cannot come any sooner...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3822135256899518923</id><published>2008-11-02T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:47:16.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Fellow Wal-Mart Shoppers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQ6sNUjR3wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ThZwmtxxfrA/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQ6sNUjR3wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ThZwmtxxfrA/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264334359297646338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my roommate Jessie and I went to Wal-Mart for a few necessities.  She was not feeling too well, so we decided to let her ride in the cart.  We had been in the store for about a half hour and we had passed a thousand workers until... some lame "stocking manager" came up to us and said in her semi-non-feminine voice, "excuse me, you have to get out of the cart."  Jessie and me both looked at her with an are you serious look and asked why???   She said again in her semi-non-feminine voice, "well... it is a safety issue"  I wanted to say, why don't you go worry about the sketchy high school kids down the other aisle probably stealing merchandise and leave us alone.  Earlier, a nice man working asked me how much she cost and I told him that she was a great buy and I just had to put her in the cart.  He just laughed and did not say a thing about Jessie needing to get out of the cart.  So... the moral of the story is: don't let your friends ride in the shopping cart because it is a SAFETY HAZARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3822135256899518923?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3822135256899518923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3822135256899518923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3822135256899518923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3822135256899518923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/attention-fellow-wal-mart-shoppers.html' title='Attention Fellow Wal-Mart Shoppers!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQ6sNUjR3wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ThZwmtxxfrA/s72-c/IMG_0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-4473635021137115286</id><published>2008-11-01T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:05:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Halloween... not really</title><content type='html'>Most every year I am a Halloween hater... but this year I actually had some fun.  I mean I despise Halloween so much that I  will probably try to pay my kids off so that I don't have to do all the Halloween business. The amount of money I will have to pay them will probably be just as expensive or maybe even less than those dumb costumes they will want to wear. Anyways... My roommates and I made dinner in a pumpkin which, was very delicious.  Then my roommate Jessie and I went to a party and we had a fabulous time.  We were not planning on dressing up or anything, but we heard about a party at the last minute and decided to go.  We had to dress up or else... we would look extremely LAME!  We put our costumes together in a couple hours and we looked mighty fine if I do say so myself.  There were lots of fun activities and dancing at the party and most important... lots of good friends!!!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQzxEJUWF9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/awSFPnB6WfU/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263847118012291026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQzxC22-9OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RLE39KHr3Po/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263847095877432546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were Captain Underpants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes... we are wearing sexy white boys briefs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQz2uCEq51I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZLYy6HjobzY/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263853335180142418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derek and me at the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQz7FUsi_CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jiEPCctvF6w/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263858133362736162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best three little pigs ever and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-4473635021137115286?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/4473635021137115286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=4473635021137115286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4473635021137115286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/4473635021137115286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heart-halloween-not-really.html' title='I heart Halloween... not really'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQzxEJUWF9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/awSFPnB6WfU/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-6632696975310103306</id><published>2008-10-28T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:15:59.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I voted YES on Prop 8!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was really excited when I saw that my ballot came in the mail last week.  So many people were telling me that they had received their ballots in the mail and I was very perturbed that I had not received mine.  I checked the mail for about a week straight between the hours of noon and 1pm when the mail man comes.  A little hidden fact about me... I love mail so yes I know the hour of when the mail man(person) will arrive.  To be completely honest... I am about a billion times more excited to vote YES on prop 8 than to vote for the POTUS.  Is that unpatriotic of me?  Well... I am over it.  So get out there and vote kids!  Here is a pic of my finished product that I sent in the mail today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQa7mTQ0gHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ckbdk1Ihgew/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262099481309249650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-6632696975310103306?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/6632696975310103306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=6632696975310103306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6632696975310103306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/6632696975310103306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-voted-yes-on-prop-8.html' title='I voted YES on Prop 8!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SQa7mTQ0gHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ckbdk1Ihgew/s72-c/IMG_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-9116861930243742225</id><published>2008-10-15T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:44:19.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Spark Notes...</title><content type='html'>Yes... I am using spark notes.  And... yes I am a college student and you think I would have grown out of that, but heck no.  There are a bunch of novels that I am supposed to read for my humanities class, but lets be honest I am not the fastest reader in the world.  I am suppose to read Frankenstein by tomorrow, but when I have a billion other assignments I cannot take time to read this entire book.  This reconfirms why I am not an English major.  The only assignment I have to do regarding Frankenstein is only worth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 POINTS&lt;/span&gt;.  I am sorry but 10 points is not worth all that reading.  I don't feel that bad I mean... my Dad told me to go rent the movie, at least I am reading.  Thanks Dad for reaffirming the little importance the reading of Frankenstein has on my education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-9116861930243742225?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/9116861930243742225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=9116861930243742225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/9116861930243742225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/9116861930243742225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/10/bless-spark-notes.html' title='Bless Spark Notes...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-8191102510746300346</id><published>2008-09-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:42:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup... I mean time to catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a very long time since I have posted so here I go (short version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new semester has started and it is kicking my trash... what's new there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A found a place to live after weeks of searching.  I like it.  It is a house south of campus.  My good friend Derek and I are neighbors, still not sure how much he loves that. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a boy on campus wearing a "Romosexual" t-shirt (as in Tony Romo on the Dallas Cowboys).  Can we say embarrassing? I really wanted to slap him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got glasses and I actually don't mind wearing them when... I am doing hw and driving.  For those who know of my challenges with parking an automobile, I would just like to say that problem is slowly fading with my new glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession.  If I have one thing that I do love about myself it is my hair, I admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... the most recent adventure in the life of Danielle is... drum roll please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgc3UP99tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gvkj1dVrkSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgc3UP99tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gvkj1dVrkSQ/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248977102354380498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my long hair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgcMpIQ5RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/M6mct9ukZCc/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgcMpIQ5RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/M6mct9ukZCc/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248976369224836370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut it all off!!!  This is the shortest my hair has been since like 1st grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgaA2ik0qI/AAAAAAAAADw/IXtlXPjfX0E/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgaA2ik0qI/AAAAAAAAADw/IXtlXPjfX0E/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248973967643169442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is all gone.  well... it is in the mail to our friends at locks of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgYWtPOn7I/AAAAAAAAADg/L0nAsSAEyXw/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-8191102510746300346?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/8191102510746300346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=8191102510746300346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8191102510746300346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/8191102510746300346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/09/ketchup-i-mean-time-to-catch-up.html' title='Ketchup... I mean time to catch up'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SNgc3UP99tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gvkj1dVrkSQ/s72-c/IMG_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-353564101813908827</id><published>2008-08-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:15:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Provo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few pieces of news I would like to share with the world.  I made the drive from California back to Provo and it was a very sad day, but it had to be done.  I did the trip all by myself and I am very proud of that.  I was singing for 9 1/2 blissful hours in the car.  That singing time is probably the closest I will get to paradise for awhile seeing as I am no longer in California.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 2 reasons I am happy to be back in Provo... and only 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can talk on my cell phone while drive without getting a hefty fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason #2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears that came to my eyes from pure joy when I saw this lovely home in Provo.  I mean the yard is to die for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SKOGs4WMJ1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2PNaMbn2w1k/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SKOGs4WMJ1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2PNaMbn2w1k/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234175297532471122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-353564101813908827?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/353564101813908827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=353564101813908827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/353564101813908827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/353564101813908827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-provo.html' title='Back in Provo...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/SKOGs4WMJ1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2PNaMbn2w1k/s72-c/IMG_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-2913590728259543220</id><published>2008-07-09T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:17:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma is a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am back in California where the gas prices are high and you can no longer talk on your cell phone while driving without a hand-free device.  Both of these things are a small price to pay to be in this blessed land.  Since gas is a million dollars, I try not to drive unless I absolutely need to go some place... seeing as I have no job and no school I guess I don't really NEED to go anywhere but, you know what I mean. So today I drove somewhere and it was the first time I operated a vehicle for about 48 hours.  I am pretty sure i had not forgotten how to drive in these past two days.  So many horrible things were happening to me on the road and... i must say that none of them were my fault.  I was driving in a neighborhood and a kid shot out of his driveway on his bike right in front of me and did not even look for cars.  I almost hit and killed him.  That definitely would have made my day.  Good thing the number one thing i fear is hitting a child so I was definitely under the 25 MPH speed limit in the neighborhood.  Seriously though?  Where were the parents of the kid?  Parents should be well aware if they have idiots for children and if the kids do not know how to properly play outside then they should probably have some supervision.  Getting off subject.. a parenting blog will come later.  Then a little bit later (it was dark outside) a man was riding his bike wearing all black and i would have hit him if Kelly Jo had not yelled "BIKER!!!"  Dear freaking bicyclists can we please bust out the highlighter colored shirts for evening rides.  Good Gosh!!!  But the really kicker came when I was waiting to turn left into a shopping center when the car next to me (who was also turning left because there are two lanes that simultaneously turn left... i know it's a new concept) came into my lane almost side swiping my front end while we are turning, cut me off and stopped because they had to turn into the first row of parking stalls and stop all of the traffic behind us.  And... guess what... The lovely driver was not only driving like crap but she was talking on her cell phone NOT hands-free!  On July 1, 2008 the hands-free cell phone law came into effect in the state of California.  NEWSFLASH!!! it has been in the news for like... forever!  I often find myself saying "Where is a cop when you need one?" But... Today you know what, law enforcement came through for me. There was a Highway Patrol driving right behind me.  He threw those patriotic red and blue lights on and gave that dumb lady that almost crashed into me and was talking on her cell phone while driving a ticket.  It may be a sin, but I did not feel bad for her one bit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story is Karma is a... you know what I am thinking but I will leave it for your own interpretation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-2913590728259543220?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/2913590728259543220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=2913590728259543220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2913590728259543220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/2913590728259543220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma-is.html' title='Karma is a...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5176774297140100843</id><published>2008-06-05T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:24:55.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGG Boots</title><content type='html'>So... today was June 4th.  By this time of the year I usually spend my days soaking up the sun, getting tan, and smiling a lot!  None of that is going on. Why?  I will tell you why because I am in Utah and I had on UGG boots in the month of June.  Yes, you read me correctly.  I was wearing UGG boots today in JUNE!!!  It was freezing cold stormy wet out of control weather! I cannot handle this state it has got issues! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5176774297140100843?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5176774297140100843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5176774297140100843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5176774297140100843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5176774297140100843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugg-boots.html' title='UGG Boots'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5495409630814159219</id><published>2008-05-12T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:44:14.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Car...</title><content type='html'>I live in Provo.  I have to do stupid things to keep life exciting.  Sometimes this means that I look like an idiot but... I don't really care.  After Holli and I were done watching The Hills season finale (yes, The Hills is a guilty pleasure for me)  I was driving her home and blasting Usher (another guilty pleasure) in the car and dancing.  Yes, I LOVE dancing in my car.  The car next to us had a guy and girl riding in it and the girl in the passenger seat had the nerve to laugh at me.  She was laughing, with her window down (it was 43 degrees), and her laugh was so loud and obnoxious that I could hear her over my music and my music was REALLY loud!  It was Usher of course he was loud.  She was kidding right?  I am sure she was just laughing to try and cover up how miserable she was on her date, because when she saw how much fun I was having she was jealous.  Yeah... I am sure that's what it was.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way... I don't think I have been laughed at like that since the 4th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5495409630814159219?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5495409630814159219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5495409630814159219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5495409630814159219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5495409630814159219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancing-in-car.html' title='Dancing in the Car...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-957870252018993660</id><published>2008-05-10T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:08:58.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in Utah Warms My Heart</title><content type='html'>I drove to Salt Lake and back twice today... more like twice in 6 hours.  I was glad to do it because I was able to see a friend that I love very much BUT I am pretty sure that I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs every 5 seconds.  I contained myself pretty well... for me.  Like my good friend Britta would say... I need to work on my road compassion.  I used very mild language for me and only yelled a few times like... when I was almost merged into 3 times or when the motorcycles were going over 100 pass me on both sides of my vehicle or when i had to slam on my brakes because the person in front of me thought it would be a great idea to stop in the middle of the FREEWAY so he could not miss the 215 that was a whole 2 miles away.  I am glad to report that I made it home safely, just barely! I mean... come on! Really Utah?  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Utah,&lt;br /&gt;Get your life together!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am not claiming to be the best driver, but I can recognize bad driving when I see it... and I saw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-957870252018993660?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/957870252018993660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=957870252018993660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/957870252018993660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/957870252018993660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/05/driving-in-utah-warms-my-heart.html' title='Driving in Utah Warms My Heart'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-3128742434347601377</id><published>2008-05-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:45:14.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life...</title><content type='html'>There were a couple fairly comical things that happened yesterday all involving BYU intramurals... does that surprise anyone?&lt;br /&gt;First... I went to support my friends at their kickball game.  Guess who my friends were playing... my ward!  Perfect!  I don't exactly have a ton of friends in my ward and cheering against them probably was not helping my pool of ward friends.  I guy in my ward came up to me and asked me if I was Romina... Romina is my roommate. Awesome.    I have met this kid about 3 times, been to his apartment a few times, live about 10 yards from him, and Romina does not even go to our ward.  This guy is fairly good looking so I guess I will let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;Second... after the kickball game I went to my friend's bowling league and watched them dominate.  A boy on the bowling team at the lane next to us was wearing the TIGHTEST black shirt I have ever seen!  Me and the girls that were with me could not stop staring.  We were kinda hoping that our staring would give him a hint for the next time he goes into public.  Every time he stood up to take his turn he had to pull his shirt down so that he would not have a bare midriff.  I was embarrassed for him and I am pretty sure he made everyone in a 20 yard radius feel uncomfortable.   SERIOUSLY!? Have some consideration for the people around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-3128742434347601377?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/3128742434347601377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=3128742434347601377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3128742434347601377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/3128742434347601377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788985618534094879.post-5256734033572700462</id><published>2008-05-09T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:30:15.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIMPLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you can see in my profile pic... I have dimples when I smile.  These are not just any normal dimples though.  My dimples are high up on my cheeks centered right below my eyes.  Most people have dimples on the sides of their mouths or cheeks, but not me.  I have never been one to be normal so why would my dimples be any different. There have been many occasions when I meet people and smile because... what do you do when you meet people?  You SMILE duh.  After I smile, the people that I have just met will say things like, "Wow, do that again!" or "How do you make your cheeks do that thing?" or  "You have the cutest dimples I have ever seen!"  I say thank you and make my dimples appear again for their viewing pleasure.  These reactions are most common.  But then there are other times when I get the strangest comments.  For example... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In the 8th grade I worked as an office assistant and the attendance lady had the nerve to tell me that my dimples were birth defects.  I still have complex from the attendance lady at age 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Another girl that I knew in elementary and middle school in San Diego liked to call my dimples "sand crabs" and pinch my cheeks every time my dimples appeared.  (If you have ever tried to catch sand crabs and seen my dimples, then it would make sense)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the nickname... There was this group of boys that I hung out with for awhile, but not so much any more.  They enjoyed giving girls nicknames and mine was: Dimples.  Lets just say that my nickname was much kinder than many of the other girls they knew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... there is my reasoning for my blog title.  My dimples are something unique I've got going on.  Ya feel me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788985618534094879-5256734033572700462?l=daniellesagiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/feeds/5256734033572700462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788985618534094879&amp;postID=5256734033572700462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5256734033572700462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788985618534094879/posts/default/5256734033572700462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniellesagiao.blogspot.com/2008/05/dimples.html' title='DIMPLES'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06435100831117581150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpUe3azx3_8/ScCVrfnaL7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/S28I_xTHyHw/S220/IMG_0993_2_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
