<?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-8000519272337183031</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:36:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty &amp; Nice</title><subtitle type='html'>I consider myself a fabulous wife, mother, friend, and daughter.  On the other hand, I love pole dancing, clubbing, tanning, and feeling sexy.  I am a little naughty and a little nice.  For pole dancing lessons, visit my website at www.danceogden.com .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1554324081163917051</id><published>2010-10-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:30:24.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/TL-zrwfA3CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OZnP_sRe_pA/s1600/pole+spin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/TL-zrwfA3CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OZnP_sRe_pA/s320/pole+spin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530336431764986914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pole beginners &lt;/strong&gt;- When doing your spins, keep your arms stretched high.  Try to hang all of your weight vs. trying to lift with your biceps.  When you hang from your arms and creat a big "swoop" with your legs, you will enjoy a much smoother and faster spin.  I try to make at least three rotations on all of my spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the more advanced pole dancer&lt;/strong&gt; - When trying a shoulder mount, pull on the pole as if you were trying to throw a 200 lb man over your shoulder.  Shoulder mounting is about the arms and abs not about the legs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/TL-zsOjheEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/rVTmMA8mLU4/s1600/shoulder+mount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/TL-zsOjheEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/rVTmMA8mLU4/s320/shoulder+mount.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530336439836964930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when doing any invert, try to avoid springing off of your leg or swinging into an invert.  You will get more physical benefits if you use your core and your arms to lift yourself upside down.  Momentum and swinging is like training wheels.  Once you don't need them anymore, get rid of them and never go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1554324081163917051?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1554324081163917051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1554324081163917051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1554324081163917051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1554324081163917051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2010/10/tip-of-week.html' title='Tip of the week'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/TL-zrwfA3CI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OZnP_sRe_pA/s72-c/pole+spin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4611983128191884153</id><published>2009-08-03T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:56:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I have been separated for a little over a week and I am truly the happiest I've ever been.  My advice would be to not marry until you're at least 25.  We got married when we were very young and I did not know who I really was.  When I turned into my true self, my husband didn't like it.  It's not his fault...but it is something that I couldn't contain any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he ended it because I would have lived that way for the rest of our lives....I didn't want to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to still do things together as a family for the sake of little Evan Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4611983128191884153?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4611983128191884153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4611983128191884153' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4611983128191884153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4611983128191884153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4308800322374029822</id><published>2009-07-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:12:26.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a place!</title><content type='html'>I put a deposit down on a town home in the heart of Ogden Utah.  It's in the Junction plaza.  It's a brand new town home and I can see the megaplex theatre right from my bedroom window.  I can walk to the children's museum, indoor skydiving center, rock climbing wall, perry's egyptian theatre, and so much more in under 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stoked!  There are 3 bathrooms and two bedrooms and the place includes a washer and dryer and a dish washer.  Those items were at the top of my want list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes well I will move in this weekend!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4308800322374029822?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4308800322374029822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4308800322374029822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4308800322374029822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4308800322374029822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-place.html' title='I found a place!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8455583359177525901</id><published>2009-07-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:42:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't walk all over me</title><content type='html'>I haven't told anyone about my husband leaving me.  I have been too ashamed and embarassed.  Lots of tears shed crying to myself and my dogs ;)  I finally told my mom this morning and I feel so much better!  I can't do this by myself and I realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posted a blog saying that I would wait for my husband to fall back in love with me.  And you know what?  It's bull shit that I should have to settle for someone who isn't in love with me and who isn't physically attracted to me in hopes that he will "change his mind".  I am a strong woman.  I own my own business, I take care of myself, and I think I deserve nothing but the best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to settle and wait around for someone who isn't crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he informed me that he wants the house.  Isn't that interesting?  He is the one who wants a divorce and now he wants my family home.  I didn't ask for a divorce but now I'm the one who has to live without a husband AND move out of the home I have remodeled, loved, and cared for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going apartment hunting in downtown Ogden today.  I've always dreamed of living in a large city with no yard and honking horns out my bedroom window (really).  Ogden isn't a big city....but it is a city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the future but sad about the past.  I know I'm only on day four of the separation/divorce...but I feel like I'm going to be much happier :)  I shouldn't settle for someone who is reluctant to be with me.  It has been a 6 year fight to try to make him be passionate about me and I'm done! I'm tired of watching happy couples hold hands and kissing in public.  It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is going to be watching our daughter live the way we grew up.  I never thought that my daughter would grow up with divorced parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8455583359177525901?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8455583359177525901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8455583359177525901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8455583359177525901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8455583359177525901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-walk-all-over-me.html' title='Don&apos;t walk all over me'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7649933861584959074</id><published>2009-07-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:00:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation "Get my husband back"</title><content type='html'>I'm still not sure why he left.  Sure, I have a strange job which I love...but I cook, clean, and I love him and the family and life we have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm brainstorming ways to reel him back in.  He always seems to respond well to jealousy, but it seems a bit juvenile.  I could sit home every night and try to make him feel sorry for me, but what if he goes out all the time while I'm at home being pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought, I think I'm just going to go about life as it comes and if he should decide to fall back in love with me, I will drop everything and go running back to my man.  I don't think this will happen in weeks or months.  I think he needs to experience single life so he can find what he really wants.  If it's me, great...I'm here.  If it's not me, I will have a new life that I will move forward with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation get my husband back will probably take about a year if it is going to be done correctly.  So I have put an ad online for a room mate and I have laid off some employees so I can make my house payment and stay in my home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never divorce him without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of this, my best friend is away for the next two weeks and I haven't told any of my other friends or family.  I'm feeling pretty alone.  I made one of my employees sleep at my house last night so I wouldn't be alone (yes it was a girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAGH!  I hate this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7649933861584959074?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7649933861584959074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7649933861584959074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7649933861584959074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7649933861584959074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/operation-get-my-husband-back.html' title='Operation &quot;Get my husband back&quot;'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7353938709799574707</id><published>2009-07-24T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:43:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split</title><content type='html'>Snuggling in bed this morning with my husband, my daughter, and her pet rat.  I embrace my husband for a few minutes and then ask the silly question "Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "I've been meaning to talk to you about that....I am not in love with you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he is packing his bags right now and then it's off to his Mommy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard...I'm still in love and I feel like I got completely blind sided.  I'm numb right now...don't know what the next step is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7353938709799574707?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7353938709799574707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7353938709799574707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7353938709799574707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7353938709799574707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/split.html' title='Split'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-649084526624293704</id><published>2009-07-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:34:34.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big offer</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was vague earlier.  I had an investor approach me about franchising my business.  He would like to franchise it to 10-15 stores across the nation and then turn around and sell it in three years.  His company would supply all the money needed to set up that many dance studio's.  All he asks from me is that I train the teachers and managers while also traveling to each location and getting each store running efficently for 2-3 weeks at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done this to a very well known hotel chain...and it worked.  He made more money in that deal than I care to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the investor pretty well and he is very excited about my business and the kind of profit it could make.  He is a very good friend of the mayor of my town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited the first few days about making 6-7 digits per year...and then I came back down to earth.  I know that I could be wealthy with my business.  Pole fitness is on the rise and there is much money to be made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the more I thought about it, I couldn't help but think that I would be hurting myself, my family, and my love for dance.  If I were to just do the business aspect of it and stop teaching, choreographing, and interacting with my teachers and students...I would go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given the investor an answer yet, but I'm leaning toward opening a few more studio's in nearby counties with one of my friends.  That way, I can still put my personal touch on everything while spending time with my family and keeping my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do!  What does everyone else think???  Big money franchise or mom and pop dance studio????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-649084526624293704?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/649084526624293704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=649084526624293704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/649084526624293704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/649084526624293704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-offer.html' title='The big offer'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1881836652947460292</id><published>2009-07-03T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:32:22.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole dancing classes in Utah</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for great pole dancing classes in Utah, look no further.  Adult Dance &amp; Fitness is located on the beautiful east bench of Ogden Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our facility has 10 poles, crash mats, wood flooring, and a very exotic setting.  Pole fitness is the latest trend in exercise for strength and weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the details, visit our website at &lt;a href="http://www.danceogden.com"&gt;www.danceogden.com&lt;/a&gt;.  You can also contact us by phone at 801-678-0225.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also offer hip hop, aerial silk, ballroom, chair dancing, yoga, belly dancing, kick boxing, and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pole fitness will do wonders for your self confidence and body shape.  Don't wait another week.  You deserve this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hpecPS7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/q6cEsxeOuqw/s1600-h/Rumors+%26+Patricia+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hpecPS7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/q6cEsxeOuqw/s320/Rumors+%26+Patricia+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354394740908313522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hpLnDicI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NOGs6lhiVSc/s1600-h/Aerial+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hpLnDicI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NOGs6lhiVSc/s320/Aerial+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354394735853406658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6howdn3AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NMNGEURAzqw/s1600-h/remodel+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6howdn3AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NMNGEURAzqw/s320/remodel+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354394728566086658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hoXV-RkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/C2YFzY-H4zc/s1600-h/Good+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hoXV-RkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/C2YFzY-H4zc/s320/Good+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354394721823114818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1881836652947460292?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1881836652947460292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1881836652947460292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1881836652947460292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1881836652947460292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/07/pole-dancing-classes-in-utah.html' title='Pole dancing classes in Utah'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sk6hpecPS7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/q6cEsxeOuqw/s72-c/Rumors+%26+Patricia+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5270193350980916459</id><published>2009-06-24T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:35:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big business</title><content type='html'>I got a business proposition today that I just can't refuse.  My actions in the next 6 months will take me and my family to never before seen places.  I feel a lot of pressure to succeed on this deal.  I am so stressed...but very excited !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5270193350980916459?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5270193350980916459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5270193350980916459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5270193350980916459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5270193350980916459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-business.html' title='Big business'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3484523460868811961</id><published>2009-06-02T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:09:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to remember</title><content type='html'>I have the worst memory.  I am sure that I will have some form of alzeihmers when I am older.  I don't remember anything about my life before the age of 13.  A few random memories, but not much.  I always lose my keys, and my grandpa suffers from alzeimers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to start writing things that I would like to remember (while I'm still sharp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I put on lip gloss or lip stick in front of my daugther, I'm not allowed to rub my lips together.  She will scream "Don't eat your lip stick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she has an ear ache, she says "Momma.  I have a bird in my ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She doesn't say polka dots...she says polka bots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She insisits on climbing through my car door to get to her car seat.  It drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She calls her Grandma Nielsen "Grandma Forsey".  My mom has a horse...so what she reallly means is "Grandma Horsey".  My dad is "Grandpa Mountain"...because he lives in the mountains.  I have taught her to call them these names.  In our family, everyone is divorced and she would have a Grandma Nielsen, Allgood, Burroughs, and Chapman.  I think it's better to come up with cute names since there are so many to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She has the worst studder I've ever heard from a child her age.  We're going to check into it after her fourth brithday if it doesn't improve.  Personally, I think it's cute...but I don't want her to be teased by other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good for now.  When I think of more, I will post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3484523460868811961?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3484523460868811961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3484523460868811961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3484523460868811961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3484523460868811961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to remember'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2510637219114151954</id><published>2009-05-25T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:13:25.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy neighbors!</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was woken by two ambulances at a neighbors house.  The woman is in her 50's and has a gentleman living with her.  Not sure if he's a son, boyfriend, or husband, or just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I waited at the window to see the gernie...wondering if it would contain a dead body or an injured person.  It was the woman, she was injured.  So I went about my day and when I came home tonight, there had been a wheel chair ramp built for her front step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned, I walked across the street to check up on her.  There were three men working outside on the ramp.  I asked one of them if she was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah she's fine.  Who in the hell are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was the neighbor and I was here to ask if she needed any cleaning, dinner, yard work?  He declined any of my offers and walked in the house and slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the hell is wrong with some people?  These neighbors have never been that nice, and I will never offer a hand to them again.  But I ask...what age, income bracket, job title, life situation gives anyone the right to act like a jerk?  My answer is none!!!  There is no reason to treat people with disrespect, especially those who are offering help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I designed a logo for my brothers graduation present.  He is a club DJ and lots of people have been asking him if he has a business card.  So, I made him a logo and put it on a T-shirt and also some matching business cards.  What do you think of the logo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/ShszuHxiiQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tD_BQBCkoxs/s1600-h/cole+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/ShszuHxiiQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tD_BQBCkoxs/s320/cole+logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339918650631686402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His DJ name is DJ C-Cee.  Notice the two e's hidden in the logo and the headphone jacks coming down the bottom.  I love it!!!  I hope he does too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2510637219114151954?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2510637219114151954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2510637219114151954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2510637219114151954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2510637219114151954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-neighbors.html' title='Crazy neighbors!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/ShszuHxiiQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tD_BQBCkoxs/s72-c/cole+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2905222134265044378</id><published>2009-05-17T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:20:35.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Fetish</title><content type='html'>The competition went great.  One of my girls took second in the advanced category.  Another took second in the intermediate category and another took third in the beginners division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went great until the other pole studio in Utah decided to claim "bragging" rights to the competition.  I'm a little pissed right now.  I put so much work into this thing and tried to be fair to everyone, only to have some of the competitors turn this into a very immature high school like competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  My girls rocked it and I was very proud of them.  I'm refuse to participate in this drama.  That's why I'm only writing this to my bloggy friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2905222134265044378?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2905222134265044378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2905222134265044378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2905222134265044378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2905222134265044378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/pole-fetish.html' title='Pole Fetish'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3288405567633867316</id><published>2009-05-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:53:14.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone at the "top"</title><content type='html'>I remember my job at the credit union like it was yesterday.  I was a teller (cashier)...basically at the bottom of the todem pole.  I had lots of friends at work and we loved to talk shit on the management.  We all bought scooters one year and rode to work every day and parked next to each other.  We were so cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I own a business and I am the management.  My employees talk shit on me and there's nothing I can do about it.  I'm a good boss and I pay very well...but for some reason, people will always find nasty things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss the friendships I used to have with co-workers.  But I know that the 20 year old girl at the credit union would kill to be at the "top".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...you can't win or lose.  All I can do is run my business to the best of my ability and come home and love on my man and my super cute teenie weenie daughter whom I love to teenie weenie pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3288405567633867316?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3288405567633867316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3288405567633867316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3288405567633867316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3288405567633867316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone-at-top.html' title='Alone at the &quot;top&quot;'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6380528508529502660</id><published>2009-05-11T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:22:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Pole Dance Utah 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgkVnGpcgqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AKgp-HGht10/s1600-h/press+pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgkVnGpcgqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AKgp-HGht10/s320/press+pole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334818995140592290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.  It's almost here!  Utah's 1st pole fitness competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Davis Conference Center&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm-10:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Layton, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 - General Admission&lt;br /&gt;$50 - VIP Seating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like more info, visit&lt;a href="http://www.misspoledanceutah.com"&gt;www.misspoledanceutah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come support me if you can.  It's gonna be freaking awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6380528508529502660?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6380528508529502660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6380528508529502660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6380528508529502660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6380528508529502660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-pole-dance-utah-2009.html' title='Miss Pole Dance Utah 2009!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgkVnGpcgqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AKgp-HGht10/s72-c/press+pole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8234271385731867764</id><published>2009-05-10T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:29:23.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats bug me</title><content type='html'>WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;This post is not sexy, contains no controversy, or anything mean.  But it is a little disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So I am a huge animal advocate...but my freaking cats are irritating the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day when I get home, my house smells like poop or pee.  No, my cats aren't pooping or peeing on my floors.  Does anyone have a guess as to why an entire house would smell of animal waste without any acutally being on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you how.  The stupid things go potty in their litter box and then refuse to cover the poop or pee up by simply kicking kitty litter on top of it.  So the smell just goes upward into my stair well, kitchen, and living area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgepZSKIilI/AAAAAAAAAi0/G-wqBVKgsAI/s1600-h/kitty+poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgepZSKIilI/AAAAAAAAAi0/G-wqBVKgsAI/s320/kitty+poop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334418535479806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8234271385731867764?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8234271385731867764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8234271385731867764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8234271385731867764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8234271385731867764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/cats-bug-me.html' title='Cats bug me'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SgepZSKIilI/AAAAAAAAAi0/G-wqBVKgsAI/s72-c/kitty+poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7347890644152941801</id><published>2009-05-09T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:41:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite blogger</title><content type='html'>This blog belongs to one of my dear friends.  Please check her out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handmadebyrogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7347890644152941801?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7347890644152941801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7347890644152941801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7347890644152941801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7347890644152941801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favorite-blogger.html' title='My new favorite blogger'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4242231229580198954</id><published>2009-05-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:54:14.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams withheld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sf9H41WOvmI/AAAAAAAAAis/IYnHNh1bLgc/s1600-h/milf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sf9H41WOvmI/AAAAAAAAAis/IYnHNh1bLgc/s320/milf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332059525548523106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.  When most men repress their women and make them feel dirty, my man is by my side letting me explore my world.  Many women come to my studio craving the feeling of sexy.  Some never make it to class because of a boyfriend or husband who forbids them from trying pole dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's near insanity for any man to not want their gal to pole dance.  What kind of an ego driven, self centered bastard are these women married to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some women don't want to experience anything sexy because of religion or morals....that I get.  But when a woman wants to do it and her guy is pressuring her into false "morals" and "values"...I want to throw up in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy is natural.  Sexy is normal.  In Utah, most of us women are told that sex is secret and should never be talked about.  Unusual sex positions are dirty.  Talking to your girl friends about sex is trashy, and taking any sort of sexually oriented class is slutty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it Utah.  The women are liberating themselves.  So, you can join us and support us (like my cutie-pu-tootie husband) or you can get out of our way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4242231229580198954?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4242231229580198954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4242231229580198954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4242231229580198954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4242231229580198954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-withheld.html' title='Dreams withheld'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/Sf9H41WOvmI/AAAAAAAAAis/IYnHNh1bLgc/s72-c/milf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3287832322525224864</id><published>2009-04-23T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:23:20.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear.</title><content type='html'>My husband is leaving me this weekend to go to the sand dunes in Southern Utah.  Normally, I'm cool with being independent and by myself...but he has been an EXTRA good husband for the past few weeks.  So I'm gonna miss him like crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me busy, I've made some play dates with my friends.  We're going to go to the D.I. and do some fun thrift shopping.  I thought I'd take my daughter to the childrens museum or to the new Earth movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to try rock climbing at the new rock gym by the Junction in Ogden, and I'm going to go see my friend dance at her new job she just started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that's my life this week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3287832322525224864?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3287832322525224864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3287832322525224864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3287832322525224864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3287832322525224864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/tear.html' title='Tear.'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2701316531954810139</id><published>2009-04-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:48:15.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Dancing in Utah ????</title><content type='html'>I know I told you a bit about the controversy earlier...but here is just one of about a dozen stories fox 13 did on the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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 &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also fortunate to be covered by KSL news, Standard Examiner, Davis County Clipper, Salt Lake Tribune, and shock radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy couple of weeks and I just can't wait for it to be over:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a column that a journalist did in support of our event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count us among those intrigued about the Miss Pole Dance Utah competition slated for May 16 at the Davis Conference Center in Layton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an athletic event. That's what dancing is, athletics that requires strong physical conditioning. While they pole dance, contestants will have to be dressed and stay dressed. Any so-called "wardrobe malfunctions," says Meagan Burroughs, whose Ogden dance and fitness studio is one of the sponsors, will result in immediate disqualification and a quick hook off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, a county official has expressed concern over the potential prurient appeal of the competition. Davis County Commissioner Bret Milburn wants to know more about what exactly a pole-dancing competition is. As we mentioned, we, too, are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Milburn is concerned it's adult entertainment. After taking a peek at the event's Web site, misspoledanceutah.com, the commissioner said, "I have an issue with how it is portrayed on its Web site. It doesn't show me any sort of athletic component to it. It doesn't speak fitness. This speaks something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Web site. There is an attractive woman dancing in a manner that might be considered akin to gymnastics. The site makes it clear the Davis event is trying to move pole dancing from an entertainment largely considered prurient into an athletic competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to disagree with Milburn's assessment that there is no athletic or fitness connected to pole dancing. We'd be willing to wager a fitness bar that Commissioner Milburn can't imitate the athletic move of the pole dancer on the Web site. We know we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All joking aside, in the past few years, pole dancing has become a preferred option toward physical fitness for many women. That's why there will be many women at the May 16 event. Some will be there with their teenage children, as ages 12 and under will not be admitted. The pole dancing will focus on the physical aspects of the competition. Those seeking a prurient thrill will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is just tricks, no hips involved, no bootie popping, no provocative movements or sexual gestures, including touching yourself," Burroughs told the Standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be very disappointed if this event doesn't stay on the conference center's calendar. We don't want it to suffer the same type of prejudice that has hampered mixed-martial arts cage fighting, another athletic competition that is rapidly growing in popularity but has been shut down by officials who are out of touch with the changing culture in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a letter to the editor that an obviously closed minded individual wrote concering pole dancing and it's one degree from prostitute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rationalization is "to create an excuse or more attractive explanation" (Webster's). It hides true motives behind a fake explanation which its users hope others will buy. The Standard Examiner editorial board provides a fine example in their support of public pole dancing, with the disingenuous excuse that such entertainment involves athletic moves and is "akin to gymnastics." Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter to rationalization is to find the main purpose or motive. What is the main purpose of pole dancing? Anyone old enough to vote knows it is to erotically entertain. Duh. Grondahl's cartoon on the same page deftly demonstrates this point: the man watching the dance rationalizes, but his wife is smart enough to see through him. I'm sure that many accomplished prostitutes are able to perform athletic moves akin to gymnastics. Perhaps we should have a prostitution skills competition? The difference is one of degree only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editorial derides "officials who are out of touch with the changing culture of Utah." They seem to think that changing culture is necessarily good. They have demonstrated their blindness to the negative effects of some culture change, however, in their own paper. Once the Examiner had a strong ethic of honesty in requiring all authors they published to identify themselves by name. Now they publish anonymous sniping at letters to the editor, somehow in the name of free speech. It has the opposite effect of course. It takes greater fortitude to put your name out there when you know it may be attacked, even more when the attacks are anonymous, and worse, with the attack implicitly supported by the paper. This is indeed changing culture; from responsible to yellow journalism. I suppose there will be attacks and ridicule of this letter. Anonymous of course. That way the Examiner can claim they have nothing to do with it, while giving tacit support and endorsement. Rationalization and changing culture indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David A. Cook&lt;br /&gt;Syracuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2701316531954810139?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2701316531954810139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2701316531954810139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2701316531954810139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2701316531954810139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pole-dancing-in-utah.html' title='Pole Dancing in Utah ????'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4079184243847196550</id><published>2009-03-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:30:15.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Dancing Controversy</title><content type='html'>As many of you already know, Davis County commissioners are trying to ban my pole dancing competition on may 16th at the Davis Conference Center.  Many news outlets have been following the story including FOX 13 news, The Standard Examiner, Salt Lake Tribune, and KSL news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my blog, I'm going to say what I want to say about this happening.&lt;br /&gt;The athletic women who are competing in this event are not strippers!  They are women who are on a mission to change the way this world looks at pole dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that pole dancing was origionally a circus event?  In europe, a gentlemen's club decided to put one in their establishment.  The rest is history.  All we are doing is taking the pole back to its origional roots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"Not all strippers pole dance, and not all pole dancers strip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I am from Utah and I am trying to host this event in one of the most conservative counties in the state.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the links to read the news stories.  The one that FOX 13 did was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fox13now.com/video/?clipId=3598048&amp;topVideoCatNo=undefined&amp;c=&amp;autoStart=true&amp;activePane=info&amp;LaunchPageAdTag=homepage&amp;clipFormat=flv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.standard.net/live/news/168306&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;sid=5992394&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4079184243847196550?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4079184243847196550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4079184243847196550' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4079184243847196550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4079184243847196550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/pole-dancing-controversy.html' title='Pole Dancing Controversy'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8619682179043280985</id><published>2009-03-10T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:35:49.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Investor friend</title><content type='html'>A month or so ago, I was approached by an investor who owns 30% of Ogden property.  He is very interested in my studio and has convinced me to move to one of his buildings once my lease is up.  This new building is 5,000 sq feet of dance floors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm going to have so much room to work with, I will be adding two new styles of dance to my menu.  Aerial Silk dancing and the Low Flying Trapeze.  Both can be seen in any circus.  Aerial Silk is when you suspend yourself 10-20 feet in the air from two long pieces of fabric and the low flying trapeze is pretty much what it sounds like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so excited to start perfecting my circus skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope to have enough money to open my real dream business...a commerical based animal rescue.  Basically it's an animal rescue that doesn't answer to the government.  In my opinion, I can do much better than the government at saving animals and placing them in homes.  And I think I can do it for a profit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's where my head has been all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Will you come fly on the trapeze, stripper poles, and the aerial silk with me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8619682179043280985?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8619682179043280985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8619682179043280985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8619682179043280985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8619682179043280985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/investor-friend.html' title='Investor friend'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1136210659985611199</id><published>2009-03-08T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:58:27.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE!</title><content type='html'>The workshop yesterday was so freaking fun!&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a stretch limo ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSQw8Hs8SI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DFSUBQl9Y2s/s1600-h/a+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSQw8Hs8SI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DFSUBQl9Y2s/s320/a+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311029031023210786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitch, Katee, and Gev were all there.  In case you don't know...they were in the top 12 on last seasons "so you think you can dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSRA6I6kXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/51ddt-kF4SQ/s1600-h/a+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSRA6I6kXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/51ddt-kF4SQ/s320/a+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311029305369334130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSRAwd4XVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Tko2gwhs-7Y/s1600-h/a+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSRAwd4XVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Tko2gwhs-7Y/s320/a+%235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311029302772915538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of Katee...because she wasn't that great.  Her dance was WAY too hard for almost anyone to learn.  She was teaching it as if we already knew it.  She didn't take any time to go over moves, and she didn't really talk to us like we were realy human beings.   We stopped learning the dance half way through because none of us were getting it so we quit.  So she punished us by making us do the dance as a group in front of everyone.  I am not normally a quitter...but when choreography is being thrown out at lightning speed by someone who is "above" everyone...I'm not down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gev was great but Twitch was the best!  His dance was so creative and he really took the time to go over and over the parts that were difficult.  All of the celebrity instructors were given a half hour break in between classes...and twitch chose to spend that time with everyone in dance battles and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFef6hgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/v_4kd0QnKXk/s1600-h/a+%238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFef6hgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/v_4kd0QnKXk/s320/a+%238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031582872208898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFEbiabI/AAAAAAAAAiM/A8rQUg7vhno/s1600-h/a+%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFEbiabI/AAAAAAAAAiM/A8rQUg7vhno/s320/a+%237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031575874529714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFMVNRyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ScnwCmLyobM/s1600-h/a+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTFMVNRyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ScnwCmLyobM/s320/a+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031577995462434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the limo ride to the workshop, my teacher Jerome discovered that it was a girl's birthday...he decided to follow it up with a kiss and a lap dance.  I have never laughed so hard in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTeUAS-oI/AAAAAAAAAic/zj1tsJBzSuo/s1600-h/a+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTeUAS-oI/AAAAAAAAAic/zj1tsJBzSuo/s320/a+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311032009551968898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTwIuKWEI/AAAAAAAAAik/vB66RjlT5XE/s1600-h/a+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSTwIuKWEI/AAAAAAAAAik/vB66RjlT5XE/s320/a+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311032315760760898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, being the skank that I am...I decided to pole dance on the streets of SLC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1136210659985611199?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1136210659985611199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1136210659985611199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1136210659985611199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1136210659985611199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance.html' title='DANCE!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SbSQw8Hs8SI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DFSUBQl9Y2s/s72-c/a+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7371448145153485557</id><published>2009-03-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:04:16.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final rose!</title><content type='html'>Okay...so the bachelor totally pissed me off.  The freakin' guy picks the cutest girl with a huge personality.  The show ends.  Three minutes later, the follow up show begins.  Two minutes later, he breaks up with her.  Two minutes later, he asks the rejected girl for another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, drama drama.  Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over all the financial shit that happened this week.  I just need to remember that there are people sitting in a cubicle who would love to run their dream business.  I wouldn't trade any job in the world for the one I have.  Who else gets to lap dance, pole dance, do a little photography, host parties, meet celebrities, and get a workout at the same time?  All while wearing short shorts and a tank.  Definately better than dress down Friday at the credit union I used to work at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I get to go with my very best friends and some cool clients to a dance workshop in SLC.  We will get to dance along side of Twitch, Gev, and Katee from So you think you can dance!!!  I rented a limo for transportation.  We're going to feel like a million bucks...at least for a day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7371448145153485557?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7371448145153485557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7371448145153485557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7371448145153485557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7371448145153485557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-rose.html' title='The final rose!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-9051370765028752137</id><published>2009-03-03T22:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:01:40.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst week ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this week was definately one of those that will go down in history for being so unkind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  My basement flooded with 3 inches of water.  Carpet pads needed replacing. Total: $400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  My landlord sent me a bill for back rent.  Apparantely, his accountant forgot to include property taxes in my CAM fees for 2008.  Total: $6200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3  In addition to the back rent, he is also raising my rent each month.  Total: $7200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4  A friend of a friend killed herself.  Very sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5  My husbands truck broke.  $160 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6  My bathroom is almost finished...but we needed to spend another $500 to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst week ever Total:  $14,460&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Not real sure how I'm going to manage to come up with it.  But, I've definately surprised myself before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great year last year.  I guess I had it coming.  I'm kinda glad it came all at once.  Get it out of the way so I can enjoy 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been your worst moment this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-9051370765028752137?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9051370765028752137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=9051370765028752137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9051370765028752137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9051370765028752137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/worst-week-ever.html' title='Worst week ever!!!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-589645215088972668</id><published>2009-03-01T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:26:05.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Have you ever known someone, or been with someone who should be easy to like or love...but just isn't?  The same problems keep popping up only to be shoved in the corner for another rainy day?  I am so sick of re-hashing drama. If I am me, and you are you...and we don't get along when we are just being ourselves...then it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  I am not having marriage problems :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-589645215088972668?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/589645215088972668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=589645215088972668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/589645215088972668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/589645215088972668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5118032436928792768</id><published>2009-02-25T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:59:05.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I think I can dance?</title><content type='html'>Yes!  That's why I am headed to Denver, Colorado in two weeks to try out for "So you think you can dance".  I am scared shitless.  Just typing this up is giving me butterflies.  My routine is so high energy...and when I get the adrenalin rush...I'm worried I'm going to over dance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAGH!  Anyway, I will be sure to take pictures and tell everyone how it went.  I am going with two of my super talented employees who also think they can dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think I'll make it to Vegas?  No.  I am the type of dancer who is good at everything and great at nothing.  But when I'm old and gray...I wanna say I did it all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5118032436928792768?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5118032436928792768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5118032436928792768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5118032436928792768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5118032436928792768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-i-think-i-can-dance.html' title='Do I think I can dance?'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3292133740369961181</id><published>2009-02-23T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:40:34.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Bridges</title><content type='html'>If there is anything I have learned the past 5 years, it is that sucess comes by hard work, dedication, and just saying what you mean and meaning what you say.  But I believe there is one other element to sucess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn bridges!  So many people in my past have pissed me off, ripped me off, didn't believe in me, or flat out didn't like me as a person.  Guess what?  I didn't burn bridges with any of those people.  I may say things that put people off...and those people decide to cut ties with me.  That's fine...but you know what?  I still invite them to every single event I have.  I still go when invited, and I always say kind things about them to everyone I meet...even if I don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people have in some way or another played key roles in developing business, learning new trades, and comforting me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a sucess in life, business, and family...start building the bridges and don't let anymore burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my two cents for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3292133740369961181?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3292133740369961181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3292133740369961181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3292133740369961181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3292133740369961181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/burning-bridges.html' title='Burning Bridges'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5034386198226345562</id><published>2009-02-20T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:31:41.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My night as a lesbian</title><content type='html'>All of the following would lead one to believe that two women were on a date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Two women at the strip club&lt;br /&gt;2.  One woman was paying for the others drinks&lt;br /&gt;3.  One woman opened the car door for the other&lt;br /&gt;4.  A lipstick kiss was found on the other womans cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me explain why all of the above happened to me last night...and I was not on a lesbian date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We went to the strip club to support one of my teachers who is an exotic dancer on the side.  She just learned she is pregnant and it was her last night before retiring.  I invited my good friend Anji to go along with me.  That's why there were two women in the strip club together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was paying for her drinks because the strip club didn't have an atm...and she didn't have cash.  She paid me right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am unable to open my car door from the inside.  It broke somehow...so I either have to climb out the passenger seat or have someone open the door for me.  That's why she was opening my door for me all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  It is customary at the strip club for the dancers to give everyone a kiss on the cheeck after she dances.  After the club we went to dinner and I didn't know I had a kiss mark on my face!!!  Everyone in the restaurant was giving us strange looks.  Anji finally pointed out that the dancer had left a mark!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to on lookers, we were on a lesbian date.  But in reality, it was just a bunch of coincidences that all came together to give me a fun girls night out with a really good friend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5034386198226345562?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5034386198226345562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5034386198226345562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5034386198226345562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5034386198226345562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-night-as-lesbian.html' title='My night as a lesbian'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3211871028753657545</id><published>2009-02-18T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:53:02.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool dropout</title><content type='html'>It was parent day at my daughters pre-school last week.  I was heartbroken.  My tiny angel didn't participate in one song or game.  She was super shy and I was convinced that she hadn't learned anything over the past three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had reached the car I had sworn off the whole pre-school idea.  I was sure that she was too young to be in that setting, after all, they had stuck her in a class with 4 year olds (she's only 3)....until she started singing all of the songs she was SUPPOSED to be singing in the classroom.  There she is in the back seat of my car "OHHHHH  skim-a-mir-ink-a-dink-a-dink    skim-a-mir-ink-a-doo  I LOVE YOU!  I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had learned something!  She just didn't want to show it in front of all of the other parents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we'll be going back to preschool tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3211871028753657545?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3211871028753657545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3211871028753657545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3211871028753657545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3211871028753657545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/preschool-dropout.html' title='Preschool dropout'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2092329635087260878</id><published>2009-02-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:40:45.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Okay.  So with me, nothing is ever normal...especially the holidays.  Here's how my Valentine's Day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm - Couples party at my studio.  It included ballroom instruction, lap dancing instruction, and a "prom picture" in our sexy studio bed.  We had 14 couples attend.&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm - My husband decides he needs a little liquid courage so he can assist me in teaching the Swing.&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm - We start the photography portion of the evening.  I had invisioned each couple climbing into the bed and taking a sweet V-Day photograph.  Wrong!  The very first couple in the sack was doggy style, in hand cuffs, and he had a neck tie in her mouth and was riding her like a horse!!!  Note: all of the couples were fully clothed, but basically dry humping.&lt;br /&gt;7:45pm - My husband interrupts one of the couples photo shoots with his naked ass running around the bed.&lt;br /&gt;7:49pm - My husband tackles me and forces me into bed while basically showing the photographer all of his favorite sex positions.&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm - Everyone decides to hit up a bar for an after party.&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm - I'm totally sober...the husband is totally drunk.  He doesn't know it's Valentine's Day...and he's basically hitting on any girl who walks past him.&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm - I've had enough!  I tell him that we're leaving.  I proceed to the car.  He does not follow.  I waited in the car for 10 minutes while he's doing god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Screaming, screaming, and more screaming!!!&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm - He sleeps his butt on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;5:00am - Tries to climb back in bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;5:05am - I push him off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;11:00am - We make up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not the ideal Valentine's Day...but it's how we roll here in the Burroughs house.  How was everyone elses V Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2092329635087260878?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2092329635087260878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2092329635087260878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2092329635087260878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2092329635087260878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-valentines-day.html' title='A weird Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2773226487340690077</id><published>2009-02-15T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:47:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Divorce Us!</title><content type='html'>Please watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3089746"&gt;"Fidelity": Don't Divorce...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/couragecampaign"&gt;Courage Campaign&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2773226487340690077?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2773226487340690077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2773226487340690077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2773226487340690077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2773226487340690077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-divorce-us.html' title='Don&apos;t Divorce Us!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7129132841046030431</id><published>2009-02-14T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:23:59.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask a stripper</title><content type='html'>I had a sit down with one of my "stripper" friends and this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What does your husband think of your profession?&lt;br /&gt;A:  He loves it!  He says it gives him a ego boost to know that he has something that so many men want.  He's the only one who knows what it's like to actually sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What is your average take home each night you work?&lt;br /&gt;A:  It depends on how many dancers are working, what mood I'm in, ect.  But on average I make between $150-$200/night for a 7 hour shift.  I've heard that dancers actually make more money when they're ovulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What are some of the Utah laws and rules for strip clubs and dancers?&lt;br /&gt;A:  We can only dance on stage in an alcohol serving bar.  All clubs must have front rails to protect the dancer from the customer.  We must stay 3 ft away from customers at all times.  Pasties must be worn at all times and cover the entire areola.  No g-strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Do guys ever hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes.  All the time.  Some are polite and ask for a phone number while others straight out ask "How Much?"  I always respectfully decline :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What's the crudest thing a guy has ever said to you?&lt;br /&gt;A:  "Show me your ass hole" and "I think it's so sexy that you have a pooch on your belly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Do a lot of strippers really do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;A:  In my club...NO!  We are good girls.  Of course there are some in other clubs that do, but usually the club owners handle it and hire classy girls who are dancing for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Do you have to be tested for STD's?&lt;br /&gt;A:  No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What are girl customers like?&lt;br /&gt;A:  They're fun...but they try to get away with a lot.  They always try to reach up on stage and touch us.  They don't tip very well because they are usually too self involved...they don't pay much attention to what's going on on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What is your overhead?&lt;br /&gt;A:  The standard is to pay the DJ 10% and the bounder 5%.  It's a courtesy....not a requirement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  How has the economy affected your business?&lt;br /&gt;A:  It has actually impacted it a great deal.  More people are staying home to drink vs. going out where the drinks are expensive.  And most of our clients are blue collared workers who are struggling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Can you write off beauty enhancements?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes.  I can write off anything I do to enchance my appearance.  Hair treatments, teeth whitening, tanning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What is the most you've ever made in one night?&lt;br /&gt;A:  $360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  How are you going to explain your job to your daughter?&lt;br /&gt;A:  She's only 3 right now, but I will explain it to her appropriate to her age.  I am able to stay home with her all day and go to work when she is asleep.  She doesn't even know I'm gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  So you're more like a house wife?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes!  I am a mother and a wife first and a dancer second.  I do all the same things that every house wife does.  I cook, clean, worry about bills, save money to buy bigger clothes for my growing daughter.  I have a family, a mortgage, two dogs, and a picket fence.  I am just like every other wife and mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Final question.  What kind of music do you like to dance to?&lt;br /&gt;A:  I love rock, but if there is a hip hop crowd, I'll cater to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7129132841046030431?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7129132841046030431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7129132841046030431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7129132841046030431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7129132841046030431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/ask-stripper.html' title='Ask a stripper'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8148663483383442194</id><published>2009-02-13T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:11:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Jam!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm going to a "Ritzy" Valentine's Day party with my husband.  The hostess of the party is one of my clients who has loads of money to throw around.  I don't think I'm sophisticated enough to attend the party...but what the hell.  She invited me, so she's going to have to deal with the consequences.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to wear lingerie and the men are supposed to wear boxers...I'm thinking that the pair of us will show up in matching flannels :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8148663483383442194?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8148663483383442194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8148663483383442194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8148663483383442194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8148663483383442194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/pajama-jam.html' title='Pajama Jam!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2800974192684651058</id><published>2009-02-12T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:43:54.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lap dance to a better marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SZUT-s0KRwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/URcKZLEIdvw/s1600-h/lap+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SZUT-s0KRwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/URcKZLEIdvw/s320/lap+dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302166104201381634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women think that sensual dancing is not dancing.  House wives go on the defense anytime the word "stripper" is brought up.  Exotic dancers have a secret that all wives should know.  They have unlocked the art of seductive dancing.  It may be the most important style of dance that could possibly save your marriage.  Men want to be seduced.  I don't know of any man who prefers his wife to be on her back, in the dark, with a t-shirt, and arm pit smell.  They want to be seduced!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before hip hop, jazz, ballet...there were women dancing for their men to arouse their senses and get ready to do the dirty deed :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of wives could learn a thing or two from exotic dancers.  They are beautiful, they smell good, they move like the water running down a stream, they are exotic!  So tonight...pull your hair down, put on the good lotion, find a great song, and bump and grind your man while flipping your hair in his face.  I actually recommend going to the strip club with some girl friends.  With an open mind, you will learn more in one hour than all the sex books made in the last decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like momma always said.  Be a lady in the street and a slut in the bed :)  NOTE: Strippers are not sluts...but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am not a dancer...but I sometimes envy the power they have :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2800974192684651058?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2800974192684651058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2800974192684651058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2800974192684651058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2800974192684651058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lap-dance-to-better-marriage.html' title='Lap dance to a better marriage.'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SZUT-s0KRwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/URcKZLEIdvw/s72-c/lap+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3319892564970922772</id><published>2009-02-12T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:46:29.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Pole Dance Utah 2009!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going be hosting Miss Pole Dance Utah 2009 at the Davis Conference Center in Layton, Utah.  Expect to see the most athletic women do the most acrobatic moves ever attempted on a vertical pole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectator tickets are $20 for general admission or $35 for V.I.P.  I hope to see my famliy and friends come out and support this competition.  Most of you have never been to my studio or seen me dance....this is your chance :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am putting together a website as we speak.  I'll update you later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and dance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3319892564970922772?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3319892564970922772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3319892564970922772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3319892564970922772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3319892564970922772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-pole-dance-utah-2009.html' title='Miss Pole Dance Utah 2009!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6737379926938743436</id><published>2009-02-05T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:14:34.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free money!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you are a single mom with three kids you can get free money?  That's right you can get free housing, free day care, free health insurance, free groceries, free utilities, AND now free money!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?  Why is it that a free loading member of society who only worked for two months in 2008 got a $4600 tax return?  AND THEN bought a plasma T.V. with that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you what!  If I don't at least get $4600, I'm gonna shout at the top of my lungs.  My husband works 40 hours a week, I own a small business and employ 13 people.  We only have one kid and we are all covered under health insurance that we pay for.  I pay with my own cash at the grocery store...and I have to watch how full I fill the bath tub...because I know that I will have to pay for the water I use.  So, if I don't get "rewarded" for my families hard work...I'm going to be one pissed off bitchy lady.  And the free loaders had better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I understand that people need a helping hand every once in a while.  I happen to have two friends who are on polar opposite ends of the welfare game.  One is abusing it, and one is using it as a stepping stone for a better life.  When using the welfare system...please keep in mind that you are spending my money.  So use it wisely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6737379926938743436?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6737379926938743436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6737379926938743436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6737379926938743436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6737379926938743436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-money.html' title='Free money!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-9020545041558887541</id><published>2009-02-04T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:45:12.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on</title><content type='html'>Okay.  So I had to shut down my blog for a little bit.  But it's up again.  Hip hooray...or as my three year old says "Hipee ewe ray".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've had so many blog ideas, but now I can't think of any.  So I guess I'll just do a recap of the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to open a new studio in Layton&lt;br /&gt;Decided to not open a new studio in Layton&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jenny's baby shower&lt;br /&gt;Jenny had her baby&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with my husband all over again&lt;br /&gt;Got annoyed by a few of my employees&lt;br /&gt;Put up a classified ad for the annoying dog I found&lt;br /&gt;Took off the classified ad for the same annoying dog&lt;br /&gt;Decided he wasn't so bad&lt;br /&gt;Starting to tap into journalism about the world of sex&lt;br /&gt;My first story is about a stripper/housewife who is trying to get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Discovered one my most talented teachers is pregnant (not the same person)&lt;br /&gt;Took my daughter for the first bike ride of the year&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm writing about nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still naughty and nice...so don't be surprised by anything.&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaa ha ha...I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-9020545041558887541?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9020545041558887541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=9020545041558887541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9020545041558887541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9020545041558887541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-on.html' title='Back on'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2357151791692863070</id><published>2008-12-17T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:25:40.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell all of my bloggy friends that I am a winner of a "major award".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of next February, I will be the proud owner of a new pair of boobs.  Yes, you heard me...BOOBS!  I won a pair of boobs in a radio auction.  Okay, it's a breat augmentation for those of you who can't handle the word boob.  I have wanted my ladies to be pointing upward for some time now (since I gave birth to my first child at 16...who I placed for adoption and then my little girl who I breast fed for a whole year!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve this.  So don't rain on my parade.  If you don't have something nice to say about my boobs.  Don't say nothin' at all :)  But if you have words of wisdom about breast augmentation...please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did get that tattoo on my stomach.  I have yet to take a picture, but I will work on getting one posted soon.  It turned out beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2357151791692863070?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2357151791692863070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2357151791692863070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2357151791692863070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2357151791692863070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2555815184619883181</id><published>2008-12-16T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:40:40.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Utahn!</title><content type='html'>While I was trolling the Utah blogs today...I started to feel a little guilty.  I ran into women who were making gingerbread houses, taking trips to temple square to see the lights, blogging about how to wrap a Christmas present...and it goes on and on and ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above things are the type of activities my Grandma would love me to do...but it's not me.  I have tried to be a good Mormon girl, but I'm not.  Morally...I'm about a 6 1/2 and Stepford wife stuff isn't for me.  I prefer to see the ligts from the road, my Christmas presents look like hell.  Why take the time to make them pretty when the cat is just going to scratch it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how these women live week to week.  I admire them and I think it's great...but it's way too much energy just to get my 3 year old to ballet class once a week and get dinner on the table for the family when I can, and of course...run the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's something to the Dr. Laura theory of stay at home Mom's.  But then there's the world that I live in...and you know what?  I like my world without gingerbread houses, temple square, and fancy wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2555815184619883181?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2555815184619883181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2555815184619883181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2555815184619883181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2555815184619883181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-utahn.html' title='Bad Utahn!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2027954322356401972</id><published>2008-12-12T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:19:44.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's home!</title><content type='html'>Four days ago, I went with my family to attend Jenny's graduation from the Ark.  It was the coolest, most emotional thing I have ever experienced.  Her counselors talked about the day she arrived.  She was high, skinny, smelled of smoke, and all the color was washed from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On graduation day, she was eight months prego, pink full cheeks, and her eyes were twinkling.  She is back!  While in rehab, she learned how to crochet.  Almost everyone in the room was proudly wearing a scarf that she had made them.  She had taught all of the women in rehab how to crochet...it was the men's job to roll the womens yarn into balls...I guess it makes crochet easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hired her to work my reception desk for the holiday season.  On her first day, she was 1/2 hour late.  I have to give her slack...it was her first day in the real world.  After work, she went to Michaels to buy some more yarn for the scarfs she is making the whole family for Christmas.  She was to report home by 5:00pm.  At 6:30, nobody had heard from her.  We all panicked and expected the worst...a relapse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shortly after 6:30 she arrived at home sobbing.  She had locked the keys in the car at Michael's.  She only knew two phone numbers (it has been 115 days since she has used a phone).  Nobody answered at those two nubmers (her mom and sister Jodi).  She had a brief panick attack and then she pulled it together and asked someone for help.  This kind man brought her home to get the spare key and then took her back to unlock the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Jenny will have many days like her first day of sobriety...and I hope she handles them just as well.  It would have been so much easier to call a drug friend, but instead she took the long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a photoshoot with Jenny yesterday to celebrate her pregnancy.  I'll try to get them edited and posted soon so you can see how beautiful she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2027954322356401972?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2027954322356401972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2027954322356401972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2027954322356401972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2027954322356401972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-home.html' title='She&apos;s home!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6062111933569008493</id><published>2008-12-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:42:51.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 100 days clean</title><content type='html'>Jenny has been in treatment well over 100 days at the Ark of Little Cottonwood, and she is coming home!  Her graduation ceremony is this Tuesday.  I can't believe the things that have gone on this past year.  The TV show, the intervention, the 1st rehab, the runaway, the pregnancy, the second rehab...  And now, her drug use is finally over (cross our fingers).  Now her new life is ready to begin and I have faith in her.  It's a newer, healthier, happier chapter in her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you personally know Jenny, please reach out to her once she is home.  Keep her busy.  Take her to a movie, visit with her, bring dinner...whatever you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby will be here in 50 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6062111933569008493?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6062111933569008493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6062111933569008493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6062111933569008493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6062111933569008493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-100-days-clean.html' title='Over 100 days clean'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1600704867701981330</id><published>2008-11-30T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:02:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention update</title><content type='html'>Jenny's Intervention episode will re-air tomorrow, December 1st, on A&amp;E.  Her episode is shared with a guy named Mike who has OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera crew came out to see Jenny at the Ark two weeks ago.  They did some filming for this upcoming show...so you will get to see an update of Jenny at the end of the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1600704867701981330?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1600704867701981330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1600704867701981330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1600704867701981330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1600704867701981330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/intervention-update.html' title='Intervention update'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6824028937767554092</id><published>2008-11-23T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:27:45.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole dancing an Olympic sport?</title><content type='html'>If I have anything to say about it, you will see Fitness pole dancing in the 2012 London Olympics.  There is a petition you can sign if you agree with me.  Check it out:  http://www.petitiononline.com/polympic/petition.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video clip of Australia's Pole Olymics champion for 2006. &lt;br /&gt;She is amazing!  Watch this clip and try to tell me that this doesn't take talent, hard work, training, and dedication.  All of this sounds like an Olympic sport to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6KnUW9N3Zo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/u6KnUW9N3Zo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, you can visit my pole studio's website @ www.danceogden.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6824028937767554092?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6824028937767554092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6824028937767554092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6824028937767554092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6824028937767554092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/pole-dancing-olympic-sport.html' title='Pole dancing an Olympic sport?'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1708949609204728637</id><published>2008-11-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:47:55.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures</title><content type='html'>I took some new pictures in the pole studio.  Check em out.  The first two are some of the instructors messing around.  The last two are me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking love pole dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Pole splits..no hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu67qF0EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5isSRsn86PQ/s1600-h/Good+%2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu67qF0EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5isSRsn86PQ/s320/Good+%2311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270952003865268290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armpit hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu6eyhEmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rsl2k8Pnolg/s1600-h/Good+%2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu6eyhEmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rsl2k8Pnolg/s320/Good+%2310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951996115980898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu6LejMSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iHWYpTG0I1w/s1600-h/Good+%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu6LejMSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/iHWYpTG0I1w/s320/Good+%237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951990931960098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu58hpIvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/z-UU-2Syo80/s1600-h/Good+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu58hpIvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/z-UU-2Syo80/s320/Good+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951986918400754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1708949609204728637?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1708949609204728637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1708949609204728637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1708949609204728637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1708949609204728637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-pictures.html' title='New pictures'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSYu67qF0EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5isSRsn86PQ/s72-c/Good+%2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1005991785870759228</id><published>2008-11-17T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:59:38.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which tattoo?</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I have decided that I'm not ready for another baby, and I'm going to wait for the new studio until I can shop around for the perfect spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna do a tattoo.  I definately want one on my stomach.  I hate my stomach..so I'm hoping that putting something beautiful on it will make looking at it more barable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these two on the internet.  Which one do you like?  I'm not going to get the "exact" tattoo as these girls...but something similar.  But I don't know which one I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG9rFX0AJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qQwY7HBoclc/s1600-h/tattoo+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG9rFX0AJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qQwY7HBoclc/s320/tattoo+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701586874269842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG9q61_ejI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZdBKMprdhjo/s1600-h/tattoo+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG9q61_ejI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZdBKMprdhjo/s320/tattoo+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701584048060978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want my right shoulder covered with dozens of cute tattoo's that make one large colorful pretty tattoo.  I want one on my sternum, my lower back, my ribs, behind my ear, my collar bone, and one on my butt.  Yeah, I'm sure that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have two on my feet and one on my ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the second one I got in Vegas at Hart &amp; Huntington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG-wVCkR3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ArPl33XHLcI/s1600-h/tattoo+%233.jpg"&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/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG-wVCkR3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/ArPl33XHLcI/s320/tattoo+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269702776491100018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love tattoos, and when I'm an old lady, I'm going to be wearing flannel shirts, and long pants with elastic in them.  Nobody will see any of these tatto's (except my feet)...and I will know that I lived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1005991785870759228?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1005991785870759228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1005991785870759228' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1005991785870759228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1005991785870759228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-tattoo.html' title='Which tattoo?'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SSG9rFX0AJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qQwY7HBoclc/s72-c/tattoo+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2788292901398953394</id><published>2008-11-15T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:59:26.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden's dumbest criminals.</title><content type='html'>My husband and I went to Maverick @ 10:30pm tonight to get some dill pickle seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Right as we pulled up near the front doors, three men ran with beer cases to a Toyota 4 Runner.  Just as the driver put her car in to reverse, a police car came speeding over the curb trapping them in their stall.  Gun drawn, he told the driver and passengers to get on the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time, I'm wondering "How did the police officer know that this place was going to be robbed"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer came to me from a homeless man who had witnessed what had happened fifteen minutes earlier.  As it turns out, the same car with the same guys had been to that exact gas station 15 minutes earlier and committed the same exact crime.  The first time, they got away with two large cases of beer.  I guess that wasn't enough, because they returned, attempted the crime again..and got caught.  I experienced the second crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop was so smart to wait in a neighboring parking lot to see if they returned.  I honestly wouldn't have thought that someone would be so stupid as to return to the scene of a crime and try to commit the same exact crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Dumb Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who robbed the store looked like hardened criminals.  I was happy to see them get caught (the whole parking lot was basically cheering when the squad car came to the rescue).  The driver however, was a young blond girl who was probably in her late teens maybe early twenties.  Why was this girl involved in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  It was exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2788292901398953394?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2788292901398953394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2788292901398953394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2788292901398953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2788292901398953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ogdens-dumbest-criminals.html' title='Ogden&apos;s dumbest criminals.'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7111834411689514030</id><published>2008-11-14T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:50:21.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the "itch"</title><content type='html'>My life is too stable.  I have decided to mix things up.  I was thinking of opening a new dance studio in either Layton or Clinton.  But at the same time, I feel like I need to have another child soon.  My daughter is an only child and has resorted to calling her animals her friends.  A studio would be easier, but another baby would make more sense for my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do.  What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if I hired someone to manage the second store, I could do both..but then I'm not sure.  If I do both, I'll have to be shopping for a lease and a crib at the same time.  Measuring stripper poles and having monthly doctor visits.  Dancing on the pole with a belly...that doesn't seem right...does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just go get a new tattoo.  That might keep my restlessness at bay for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do open a new studio, should it be in Layton or Clinton?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7111834411689514030?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7111834411689514030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7111834411689514030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7111834411689514030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7111834411689514030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-itch.html' title='Getting the &quot;itch&quot;'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8346401598897865794</id><published>2008-11-11T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:56:01.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRphLBuO9VI/AAAAAAAAAag/eDFPVkBMpyg/s1600-h/stripper.jpg"&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/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRphLBuO9VI/AAAAAAAAAag/eDFPVkBMpyg/s320/stripper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267629556232025426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about girls who come to me and say "I want to be a stripper".  Let me explain that there is nothing wrong with stripping in my eyes as long as the girl is mature and understands that it is not a game or a hobby.  It is a life style.  I don't offer classes for aspiring strippers and I don't train exotic dancers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have girls at the studio as young as 18 who can not wait to turn 21 so they can be an exotic dancer.  Instead of waiting, they jump the gun and go work at the most foul hole in the wall you can find.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me educate you a little about Utah law.  There are two kinds of strip clubs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 and over&lt;/strong&gt; - Liquor is served so the dancers can only go down to pasties and a g-string.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 and over&lt;/strong&gt; - No liquor served, so dancers can go completely nude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean to an aspiring 18 year old?  She can go work in an all nude club, but she can't work in a "classier" club that would require that she keep some clothes on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.  I guess what I am saying is that regardless of age limit, clothing requirements, liquor laws....she will be a stripper if she wants to be.  I think they should require that all girls be 21 years of age.  If they must allow 18 year olds to strip, then they should be allowed to choose which type of club they dance in.  It's like saying to an 18  year old, "Get naked!  When you turn 21, you will have earned the right to keep some clothing on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little confusing to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8346401598897865794?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8346401598897865794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8346401598897865794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8346401598897865794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8346401598897865794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-young.html' title='Too young'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRphLBuO9VI/AAAAAAAAAag/eDFPVkBMpyg/s72-c/stripper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-425448042234295045</id><published>2008-11-10T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:44:18.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sis</title><content type='html'>Here's some pictures that I took this past weekend of my sis-inlaw and her cute family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjVGSMS76I/AAAAAAAAAaY/3-7cb0lg4fc/s1600-h/Tina+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjVGSMS76I/AAAAAAAAAaY/3-7cb0lg4fc/s320/Tina+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194068149137314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjQZwQf_GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tkDETTLK9aU/s1600-h/Tina+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjQZwQf_GI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tkDETTLK9aU/s320/Tina+%235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267188905079209058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjNw3TUPhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vRfqnxPq1tU/s1600-h/Tina+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjNw3TUPhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vRfqnxPq1tU/s320/Tina+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267186003572178450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjMlT79ZsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/28Zp4Q3ugmo/s1600-h/Tina+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjMlT79ZsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/28Zp4Q3ugmo/s320/Tina+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267184705588782786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjMByuCs2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/R5A65X-IHCM/s1600-h/Tina+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjMByuCs2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/R5A65X-IHCM/s320/Tina+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267184095376618338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjLCq8dZ6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/i9b-aeh_BNc/s1600-h/Tina+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjLCq8dZ6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/i9b-aeh_BNc/s320/Tina+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267183010957846434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-425448042234295045?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/425448042234295045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=425448042234295045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/425448042234295045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/425448042234295045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sis.html' title='For the sis'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SRjVGSMS76I/AAAAAAAAAaY/3-7cb0lg4fc/s72-c/Tina+%236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1279073359560569497</id><published>2008-11-09T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:12:03.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Dance &amp; Fitness</title><content type='html'>It's about that time to use my blog as to give a shout out to my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Dance and Fitness is located in Ogden Utah.  We offer fitness pole dancing, hip hop, kick boxing, chair dancing, ballroom, body language, slip into sexy, and belly dancing.  All of these classes are strictly for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pole dancing is my favorite way to get into shape.  All of my students are toning up and slimming down.  Pole dancing is coming out of the strip clubs and into homes and fitness centers all across the world as a way to exercise and reconnect with your sensuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a class schedule and pricing, visit www.danceogden.com&lt;br /&gt;We are one of the least expensive studio's in North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXzgK3JUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vODeaBPmEII/s1600-h/adf+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXzgK3JUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vODeaBPmEII/s320/adf+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266845200297698626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXyu44aRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HS9peVtxOqk/s1600-h/adf+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXyu44aRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HS9peVtxOqk/s320/adf+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266845187068946706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXyEuCnYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3mHCnesHwOY/s1600-h/studio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXyEuCnYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/3mHCnesHwOY/s320/studio+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266845175749188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXxwUDVuI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7ZaZGdO5YDI/s1600-h/studio+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXxwUDVuI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7ZaZGdO5YDI/s320/studio+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266845170271475426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1279073359560569497?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1279073359560569497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1279073359560569497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1279073359560569497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1279073359560569497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/adult-dance-fitness.html' title='Adult Dance &amp; Fitness'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SReXzgK3JUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vODeaBPmEII/s72-c/adf+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6065341624826063506</id><published>2008-11-05T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:31:24.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it up</title><content type='html'>I voted.  But to tell you the truth, I felt like I wasn't given a candidate that really truly spoke to me.  I felt like Barack was mostly talking to african americans and far left liberals and I felt like Mccain was talking to wealthy cowboys.  I don't know...I'm not rich, I'm not poor...I'm just me.  I'm middle America.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I just say that while I was watching Senator Obama's speech, my eyes welled up with tears.  I believed him when he said "Yes we can".  I cried when I saw Oprah and Mr. Jackson with tears rolling down their cheeks.  What an amazing thing this must be for African American's all across the world.  We can be anything we want to be!  With hard work and motivation...anything is possible.  After last night, I truly believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he will be my new president.  I will stand behind him when he's right and I will voice my opinion when he is wrong.  If this is really the moment when American's come together, I think we all need to go into the new year with this attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my president to say what he means and mean what he says.  I truly hope he will follow through on all of his promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing!  California once again voted no to gay marriage.  And another state banned gay adoption.  What is wrong with this country?  I know of plenty of straight couples that put the word "parent" to shame.  I know even more married couples who take the right for granted.  They cheat, beat, and divorce each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my marriage and my right to be married...but I don't think that I deserve that right more than anyone else.  It's very sad to me that so many people will go through this life without the rights that I am so lucky to have.  Without marriage, these couples have an up hill battle with parental rights, health insurance, medical issues, and so much more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe that I will see a man marry a man and a woman marry a woman in my life time.  I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6065341624826063506?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6065341624826063506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6065341624826063506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6065341624826063506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6065341624826063506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck it up'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-9143367365089021834</id><published>2008-11-02T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:34:23.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I have ran into several of my blog readers who all noticed that my blog was set to private.  Everyone thinks that they did something wrong, or that I didn't like them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true story is that I wrote a horrible post on my blog back in April that hurt the feelings of several people.  I needed to close my blog to all readers while I did some bloggy cleaning. Don't bother searching for it, I've deleted it and I won't talk about it's contents...it's disgusting and socially irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take full responsibility for the post and admit that I was so wrong on so many levels.  When I was confronted about the posting, I was very upset and felt many things including:  I don't deserve to be a Mom, I don't deserve my family, I don't deserve my career, I hate myself.... and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that those who were affected by that blog can forgive me.  I don't deserve it, but for their own sake, I hope they can put the event aside and erase the hate that has filled their hearts for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start posting again.  Yes, I will still post juicy things...but I'm not going to not hurt people in the process...it's a heavy task, but I'm up to the challenge :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-9143367365089021834?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9143367365089021834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=9143367365089021834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9143367365089021834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9143367365089021834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7401124996317155</id><published>2008-10-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:59:45.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer virus</title><content type='html'>My computer has a virus right now.  Kinda crappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should be back to blogging soon.  Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7401124996317155?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7401124996317155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7401124996317155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7401124996317155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7401124996317155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-virus.html' title='Computer virus'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2328013382784107441</id><published>2008-10-23T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:01:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>My partner and I, Anji, did these photo's yesterday at the train station.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cold, but they turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtzntVC4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/peh82TpDhBA/s1600-h/abc+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtzntVC4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/peh82TpDhBA/s320/abc+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395467112778626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtqF40VhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kVg8p3x4qUM/s1600-h/abc+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtqF40VhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kVg8p3x4qUM/s320/abc+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395303415338514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpypiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uiVsdlaMYys/s1600-h/abc+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpypiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uiVsdlaMYys/s320/abc+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395298250958834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpxxVKJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xEjiXj324Mo/s1600-h/abc+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpxxVKJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xEjiXj324Mo/s320/abc+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395298015226002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpg5BKRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7PvZLKEEtoA/s1600-h/abc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpg5BKRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7PvZLKEEtoA/s320/abc+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395293484067090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpWh38xI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aV1i0N67JSQ/s1600-h/abc+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtpWh38xI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aV1i0N67JSQ/s320/abc+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260395290702639890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2328013382784107441?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2328013382784107441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2328013382784107441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2328013382784107441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2328013382784107441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexy-photo-shoot.html' title='Sexy Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SQCtzntVC4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/peh82TpDhBA/s72-c/abc+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7952714123858599674</id><published>2008-10-19T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:14:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hobby</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends had a baby eight weeks ago.  She doesn't have a lot of money so she asked me to take some pics with my new camera.  His name is Bryken...and he is so freaking cute!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTdz2M79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JwgEU4Qm0nE/s1600-h/bryken+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTdz2M79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JwgEU4Qm0nE/s320/bryken+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099867716579282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTeEMx44I/AAAAAAAAAXo/C3yOtBJOYfA/s1600-h/bryken+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTeEMx44I/AAAAAAAAAXo/C3yOtBJOYfA/s320/bryken+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099872106242946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTeVcLhbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ac46OGekmmQ/s1600-h/bryken+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTeVcLhbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ac46OGekmmQ/s320/bryken+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099876734240178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTebMDHEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-p9tR8QqZ0/s1600-h/bryken+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTebMDHEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E-p9tR8QqZ0/s320/bryken+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259099878277192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7952714123858599674?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7952714123858599674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7952714123858599674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7952714123858599674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7952714123858599674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-hobby.html' title='My new hobby'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SPwTdz2M79I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JwgEU4Qm0nE/s72-c/bryken+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1026116371074215455</id><published>2008-10-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:38:09.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Kill</title><content type='html'>You'll have to disregard the last post about photography.  Something happened today that made me lose my drive to start photography.  I would still love to do friends and family free of charge...but as for making it anything other than a hobby...I don't think it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1026116371074215455?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1026116371074215455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1026116371074215455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1026116371074215455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1026116371074215455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/buzz-kill.html' title='Buzz Kill'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6072226515081792385</id><published>2008-10-10T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:44:17.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free photo shoot</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...I am finally starting my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of my very first shoot.  I'm going to call it Freckle Photography :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SO_auOYJ5DI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QQf3zbIkT9A/s1600-h/freckle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SO_auOYJ5DI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QQf3zbIkT9A/s320/freckle+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255659777832903730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or anyone you know needs a photo shoot, please let me know.  I will be doing my first several shoots for free.  You will get the disc with 20 superb edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6072226515081792385?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6072226515081792385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6072226515081792385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6072226515081792385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6072226515081792385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-photo-shoot.html' title='Free photo shoot'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SO_auOYJ5DI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QQf3zbIkT9A/s72-c/freckle+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2417401390046100589</id><published>2008-10-01T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:27:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The domestic animal farm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SORbwyXlB0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xWpsOvmE1NA/s1600-h/DSCF4029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SORbwyXlB0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xWpsOvmE1NA/s320/DSCF4029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252423959133357890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I felt like I lived on a farm....not with cows or horses.  No!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cats (1 is just visiting)&lt;br /&gt;2 dogs&lt;br /&gt;2 rats&lt;br /&gt;1 fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all of the animal related tasks I had to do today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a vet appointment to get the male rat neutered (I'll tell you the story on another day)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make an appointment to get the visitng cat shaved&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean the litter box&lt;br /&gt;4.  Feed dog one outside&lt;br /&gt;5. Feed dog two inside&lt;br /&gt;6.  Feed cat one upstairs&lt;br /&gt;7. Feed cat two downstairs&lt;br /&gt;8.  Feed Fish&lt;br /&gt;9.  Clean fish bowl&lt;br /&gt;10.  Clean rat cage&lt;br /&gt;11.  Add food at water to rat cage&lt;br /&gt;12.  Make vet appointment for dog one (dog two bit dog one on the eye).&lt;br /&gt;13.  Fill community water bowl&lt;br /&gt;14.  Find lost rat #1 in the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap!  Like I said, it's a domestic animal farm.&lt;br /&gt;We really should only have 1 cat, 1 dog, and 1 rat.  But in a matter of three days, our animals multiplied themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How one dog became two:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband found a battered mix puppy in the mountains while hunting.  His hip bones were showing and he had obviously been in a fight with a wild animal.  So he brought the poor puppy home.  His name is Moffit after the wild life area they found him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How one cat became two:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tabby cat that stays at home with me.  I have another cat that stays at my dance studio as sort of a mascot.  She has been shedding all over the studio and making the customers sneeze...so I brought her home with the intention to get her shaved.  She has her appointment on Monday, then she goes back to the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How one rat became two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is interesting.  The first rat (male) died of unknown illness.  The second rat (female) got lost in the house.  After two weeks of searching, I came to the conclusion that she had starved to death or the dog a her.  So I bought a third rat (male).  After one week of owning rat #3, I found rat #2 in the silverware drawer.  I put rat #2 and #3 in a cage together and they immediately started mating.  So that's why I have an appointment at the vets office on Friday to get rat #3 neutered.  FYI, It costs more to get a rat neutered than a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2417401390046100589?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2417401390046100589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2417401390046100589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2417401390046100589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2417401390046100589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/10/domestic-animal-farm.html' title='The domestic animal farm.'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SORbwyXlB0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xWpsOvmE1NA/s72-c/DSCF4029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2969795563275117872</id><published>2008-09-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:39:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Party</title><content type='html'>I had my first night at Rumors on Friday.  It was a blast!  There was always a line of atlest 15 girls waiting for the free mini pole lesson.  Lots of girls gave me their contact info while some signed up for classes that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6sQq-9_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7Ha9HCRnmUw/s1600-h/Rumors+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6sQq-9_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7Ha9HCRnmUw/s320/Rumors+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251191328833730546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6syChFQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/D7-cXjM5J4w/s1600-h/Rumors+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6syChFQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/D7-cXjM5J4w/s320/Rumors+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251191337790805250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6tMwTlOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZdaUhGcwHCs/s1600-h/Rumors+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6tMwTlOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ZdaUhGcwHCs/s320/Rumors+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251191344962180322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6tZLEtNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5wqLGZhXpRw/s1600-h/Rumors+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6tZLEtNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5wqLGZhXpRw/s320/Rumors+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251191348295677138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6t3aLlcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LbbFYj3642M/s1600-h/Rumors+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6t3aLlcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LbbFYj3642M/s320/Rumors+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251191356412106178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2969795563275117872?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2969795563275117872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2969795563275117872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2969795563275117872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2969795563275117872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pole-party.html' title='Pole Party'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SN_6sQq-9_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7Ha9HCRnmUw/s72-c/Rumors+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5564527973000027502</id><published>2008-09-26T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:30:18.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful</title><content type='html'>I went to the Ark yesterday to visit Jenny.  It wasn't much of a visit.  The guests weren't allowed to talk to or touch the clients.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only certain clients got to talk to family members, and Jenny wasn't one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to see her though.  She looked fantastic!  Her face was thinned out and her body more porportionate for a pregnant woman.  As we were sitting across the room, I could see the baby kicking in Jenny's belly.  Everytime it happened Jenny's face would light up as she felt the baby with her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a client who talked with one of his family members.  His name is Drew.  He was 34 and had been there for several months.  I didn't know what his drug of choice was.  He came from an extremely wealthy family on Long Island.  His parents planned to give over 100K upon completing treatment.  His brother was at the meeting and insisted that Drew left the money alone.  "The worst thing you can give a recovering addict is a load of money".  Drew got upset and insisted that after treatment, he would travel back to Long Island by himself to visit friends and collect his money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room thought that was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were some frustrating stories such as Drew's...but there were some very inspiring stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Jenny to get to talk to us and share her experiences at recovery.  She is still on restriction and can't talk to family or make any phone calls at least for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good.  She has changed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5564527973000027502?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5564527973000027502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5564527973000027502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5564527973000027502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5564527973000027502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hopeful.html' title='Hopeful'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4701407220961368842</id><published>2008-09-24T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:45:43.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Update</title><content type='html'>I got the invite to go with the family to see Jenny tomorrow.  I was so excited until I heard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be attending group therapy.  I need write down a very brief example of how Jenny's addiction has affected my life.  I am trying to think of how my life has been affected by her addiction...it's a harder question than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really didn't do anything to me personally.  I kind of invited myself into the problem by contacting Intervention and spending dozens upon dozens of hours preparing for her departure.  When she failed at her first attempt at rehab, I spent a dozen more hours trying to find another place.  I willingly did all of this.  She didn't ask for it...but I knew she needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than time away from family and work...I can't think of anything.  Sure there were some sleepless nights when she stressed the hell out of me, but it isn't something that all of us didn't feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just trying to think of what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will try to snap a picture with her tomorrow before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any kind words for Jenny, please comment and I will print them all off and give them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4701407220961368842?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4701407220961368842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4701407220961368842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4701407220961368842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4701407220961368842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/jenny-update_24.html' title='Jenny Update'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8288408661779747721</id><published>2008-09-24T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:38:33.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New relationship</title><content type='html'>No!  It's not a new man...it's a cool little bar called Rumors.&lt;br /&gt;They have made every Friday night "Pole Dancing Night with Adult Dance &amp; Fitness".&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever want to see my sweet pole skills, come see me every Friday from 10:00pm-Midnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the bar is invited up to the stage for a short pole dancing lesson.  At the end of the night, they will hold a pole dancing contest with a cash prize!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the flyer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNsVmNpsYpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tBAWbUO_0WY/s1600-h/rumors+adf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNsVmNpsYpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tBAWbUO_0WY/s320/rumors+adf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249813536874193554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see some of the bloggies hit the night scene.  It will be fun!  &lt;br /&gt;Rumors is a non-smoking dance club (not a strip club).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8288408661779747721?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8288408661779747721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8288408661779747721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8288408661779747721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8288408661779747721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-relationship.html' title='New relationship'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNsVmNpsYpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/tBAWbUO_0WY/s72-c/rumors+adf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8553411155599104921</id><published>2008-09-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:17:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my new camera!</title><content type='html'>I've been a picture taking fool for the past 24 hours.  Here's what I've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkGMyo-YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CE-ePnoIIOI/s1600-h/New+camera+day+1+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkGMyo-YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CE-ePnoIIOI/s320/New+camera+day+1+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249266529608464770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkGQ9TmNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mEyIoMVu-08/s1600-h/New+camera+day+1+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkGQ9TmNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mEyIoMVu-08/s320/New+camera+day+1+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249266530726942930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkG2LlnlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/J8SN-EM7UOc/s1600-h/New+camera+day+1+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkG2LlnlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/J8SN-EM7UOc/s320/New+camera+day+1+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249266540718956114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkHL9mhlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q1gW9QOKM7k/s1600-h/New+camera+day+1+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkHL9mhlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q1gW9QOKM7k/s320/New+camera+day+1+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249266546565875282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8553411155599104921?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8553411155599104921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8553411155599104921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8553411155599104921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8553411155599104921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-my-new-camera.html' title='I got my new camera!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNkkGMyo-YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CE-ePnoIIOI/s72-c/New+camera+day+1+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1345411411638899092</id><published>2008-09-20T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:35:32.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate people!</title><content type='html'>I did a search for Jenny's Intervention on youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe the things that people are saying about her and the family!&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top five least favorite comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any notice she looks like a BULL_DYKE? Also, the mormon church is a joke.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Fucked up Mormons, and they are surprised they fuck up﻿ their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They aired that Jenny has been sober for 4 whole stinkin' days? Holy Smokes that's clutching on straws.... 4 DAYS!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.they keep speaking about "secrets" and how her closest sister has "secrets" and i am under the assumption as well that that "secret that is killing her" is that she's gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i'm sorry but my gaydar went through the roof, and its not just the hair &lt;br /&gt;Since Aug 26 2008??? That was just last week, I had to go back and do a double take, then I was like.... wait, is it 2009?That is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she got pregnant is even worse. It didnt say "She began a relationship with a man, and became pregnant." it said, "Jenny left rehab after one month and relapsed on heroine. Shortly after she learned she was pregnant." She will probably be just another single mother, who doesnt take care of her kid. Like the world needs another one of those! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with these people?  I think that it's very brave to sit behind your computer and talk a bunch of shit about people you know nothing about.  I believe there is a special place in hell for people like this.  At least, I hope there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to chime in and let these people know how cowardly they are, follow this:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLNqGiSjcBg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1345411411638899092?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1345411411638899092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1345411411638899092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1345411411638899092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1345411411638899092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-people.html' title='I hate people!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1524947131497976728</id><published>2008-09-17T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:28:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death in our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHnA5Idv3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/8bIOArHZXd8/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHnA5Idv3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/8bIOArHZXd8/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247229043385679730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHmmRGKdbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YzD6e_KVVwU/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHmmRGKdbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YzD6e_KVVwU/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247228585962010034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHma0YFeKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7kWZIlIF41U/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHma0YFeKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/7kWZIlIF41U/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247228389273991330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember my post from last week about my daughters pet rat, you'll be sad to learn that the rat was humainly euthanized this evening.  My daughter basically loved it to death.  She took it everywhere she went, dressed her up, fed her pop tarts and fruit loops, and tried to give the rat a drink of water out of her cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rat, named mouse, came down with a cold 5 days ago and never recovered.  I tried leaving her in her cage for the past two days, but she didn't eat or drink....everytime I passed the cage, she gathered enough energy to climb on the cage door showing me that she wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dying and she didn't want to be alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably think I'm crazy, but I love animals...even tiny rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding her tonight waiting for her to die when I noticed a piece of food stuck in her mouth.  She tried to eat, but couldn't.  I couldn't get the food out of her mouth.  She couldn't open up enough for me to get it.  I broke down in tears and jumped in my car.  Off to the emergency vet we went.  I cried the whole way.  I'm sure the lady at the front desk thought I was crazy when I could hardly push aside my tears to speak.  I asked that she be euthanized.  I paid $20.44 and took her home in a box.  My husband will bury her tomorrow when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter doesn't understand what happened to "Mouse".  I told her that she's all gone, but she keeps telling me, "we will get her tomorrow okay?  She'll be home tomorrow".  When I tell her no she won't she yells at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't buried the rat yet.  Would it be beneficial for her to see the burial?  Or should I just go get her another rat and claim that it is in fact the same "Mouse"?  I don't know what to do.  Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1524947131497976728?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1524947131497976728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1524947131497976728' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1524947131497976728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1524947131497976728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-in-our-house.html' title='Death in our house'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNHnA5Idv3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/8bIOArHZXd8/s72-c/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3478413087473971859</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:55:25.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoots</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine and myself have started doing photo shoots for women.  Not glamour shots!  In our photo sessions, women get in lingerie, some go nude, while others just like head shots.  I had my photo taken while we were practicing one day...and here's what we got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpqMrVAmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ti2UDtqWsRo/s1600-h/Meagan+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpqMrVAmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ti2UDtqWsRo/s320/Meagan+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246880108309185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCph7Nar9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/xRSJhenRe-0/s1600-h/Meagan+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCph7Nar9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/xRSJhenRe-0/s320/Meagan+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246879966181371858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpWocXyBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LQBrjEzg9uU/s1600-h/Meagan+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpWocXyBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LQBrjEzg9uU/s320/Meagan+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246879772165261330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpQqndG0I/AAAAAAAAATw/pudduTUy6cI/s1600-h/Meagan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpQqndG0I/AAAAAAAAATw/pudduTUy6cI/s320/Meagan+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246879669669403458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpK6c9tYI/AAAAAAAAATo/zlXnI2XYqIU/s1600-h/Meagan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpK6c9tYI/AAAAAAAAATo/zlXnI2XYqIU/s320/Meagan+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246879570841154946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $100&lt;br /&gt;You get cd with all photos and 20 edits.&lt;br /&gt;Visit www.schoolofsexy.com for the info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3478413087473971859?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3478413087473971859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3478413087473971859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3478413087473971859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3478413087473971859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-shoots.html' title='Photo Shoots'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SNCpqMrVAmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ti2UDtqWsRo/s72-c/Meagan+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-813458610044094382</id><published>2008-09-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:53:41.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a fantastic date last night</title><content type='html'>My husband and I went to a new restaurant last night.  It was pretty fun.  Our waiter asked me if I wanted a free chocolate shake...and then he began to shake his body really fast (he was a black guy).  It was pretty funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see one of my friends at her new job.  After that, we went to my dance studio and the two of us played on the poles.  It was pretty freaking fun!  He was impressed by my sweet moves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went to church again...pretty much the same.  My hubby is going to go for a motorcycle ride this afternoon while I get to clean the disaster that has been building up for weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm waiting for my new camera to come in the mail.  It is a very nice one...so hopefully I'll captivate everyone with some inspirational photographs...just kidding.  It's not going to be that great.  Maybe I'll take a picture of my messy house to start with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-813458610044094382?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/813458610044094382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=813458610044094382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/813458610044094382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/813458610044094382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-fantastic-date-last-night.html' title='I had a fantastic date last night'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8602685977847272617</id><published>2008-09-12T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:03:09.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new gig</title><content type='html'>A night club has just asked my company to be part of the weekly entertainment.  Every Friday night, you can see me and my pole teachers performing our death defying pole tricks at Club Rumors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be fun!  After we perform, they will hold an "amateur" contest for the customers.  They will give away cash prizes, a pole, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!  I love performing...especially on a pole :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is not a strip club.  It's a non-smoking bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMrY_t1DeyI/AAAAAAAAATY/scdGZl2BG7k/s1600-h/rumors+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMrY_t1DeyI/AAAAAAAAATY/scdGZl2BG7k/s320/rumors+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245243305171843874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8602685977847272617?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8602685977847272617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8602685977847272617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8602685977847272617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8602685977847272617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-gig.html' title='A new gig'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMrY_t1DeyI/AAAAAAAAATY/scdGZl2BG7k/s72-c/rumors+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5061467470575011808</id><published>2008-09-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:20:05.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay...I'll give you what little I know.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little background. Jenny is a hairstylist (actually, she WAS a hair stylist). She lost her licence as a result of the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she is still in rehab...and doing great. She had to attend a hearing that would determine if she would ever get her licence back or if it would be permanently revoked. She was expecting the worst since it had been a year since the suspension, and she still hadn't got her act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom picked her up from rehab for the hearing and she went. They did not suspend her licence. As it turns out, someone on the committee board had seen the TV episode and was rooting for her sobriety. So they granted her another three months. They said if she completes treatment, she can have her licence back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderful thing! Jenny has not been able to work in a salon for a year...this great news will give her something to look forward to when she gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom told me that she was much more optimistic than she had been in a long time. She has learned how to knit from one of the other residents...and she is knitting the baby a blanket. She didn't ask once to use her mom's cell phone during the day trip. (Normally she would be begging to make some sort of contact with the drug world). Her mom took her back to "The Ark" after the hearing, Jenny gave her a hug, and got out of the car. No tears, no begging, just a girl who is obviously ready to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go spend the day with her next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5061467470575011808?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5061467470575011808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5061467470575011808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5061467470575011808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5061467470575011808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/jenny-update.html' title='Jenny Update'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2425445623347413161</id><published>2008-09-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:12:39.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new teacher</title><content type='html'>Meet my new teacher Hollie (Sia).  I just hired her last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a former exotic dancer who is now a stay at home mother of one.  Did I mention that her husband is a tattoo artist?  She is completely covered with over 50 tattoo's....and I like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't like me in many ways, but we love pole dancing and we love our daughters, she has taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We made a video of her and put it on youtube.com to promote the studio.  It was her first computer experience.  She doesn't get out much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvrE7j5efcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvrE7j5efcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8000519272337183031-2425445623347413161?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2425445623347413161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2425445623347413161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2425445623347413161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2425445623347413161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-pole-move.html' title='The new teacher'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6437642550800690059</id><published>2008-09-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:25:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from this week</title><content type='html'>Evan Jo had her first day of dance class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAV_MSGe0I/AAAAAAAAARw/VxoC63rd6NE/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAV_MSGe0I/AAAAAAAAARw/VxoC63rd6NE/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242214141632346946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAWVQdmnII/AAAAAAAAAR4/IGLwkcJPWhk/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAWVQdmnII/AAAAAAAAAR4/IGLwkcJPWhk/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242214520711453826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAWe1IbKcI/AAAAAAAAASA/gEWmhNEykBk/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAWe1IbKcI/AAAAAAAAASA/gEWmhNEykBk/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242214685173557698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it!  The teacher was worried that she might be a little young to start dance...but she did great.&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  I came home from work a few days ago only to find that my husband had completely gutted my upstairs bathroom.  He's going to attempt to tile the walls, new paint, and a new sink, vanity, and faucets.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAYF-4mYRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CNn_zKof-O8/s1600-h/bathroom+before+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAYF-4mYRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CNn_zKof-O8/s320/bathroom+before+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242216457318064402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I found this had crawled out of a hole in the wall that my husband had made to repair a pipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAXRXbbzyI/AAAAAAAAASI/NSiiF4A-ohA/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAXRXbbzyI/AAAAAAAAASI/NSiiF4A-ohA/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215553373556514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!  My mother in law thinks that every home in my city is rat infested including mine!  I'm hoping she reads this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this rat for my daughter yesterday as a pet.  Rat's are very intellectual and very lovey.  They love to be petted and wrapped up in a warm blanket.  In my family, we always named our rats "Mr. Fink".  I wanted to keep the tradition alive, but my daughter insists that we name her Mouse.  It's cute. I think we'll keep it.  Here's some pictures that I took today with "Mouse".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAZKjAbC1I/AAAAAAAAASY/HXNyzYr6zss/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAZKjAbC1I/AAAAAAAAASY/HXNyzYr6zss/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242217635245656914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rat is very small right now, but she is a king rat and will grow to almost a foot long :0...call me crazy, but they really are the best pet for a child to have.  They don't bite, they don't run away, and they are the cleanest rodent you can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAZWVDZK3I/AAAAAAAAASg/CW2oMbZMJxo/s1600-h/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAZWVDZK3I/AAAAAAAAASg/CW2oMbZMJxo/s320/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242217837658450802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6437642550800690059?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6437642550800690059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6437642550800690059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6437642550800690059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6437642550800690059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Pictures from this week'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SMAV_MSGe0I/AAAAAAAAARw/VxoC63rd6NE/s72-c/african+rat+bathroom+evan%27s+first+day+of+dance+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1118714389477175082</id><published>2008-09-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:53:27.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Jenny was found today at her mothers house passed out on the floor with one of her drug friends.  One of her sisters called me and asked me what to do.  I hung up on her and called the police immediately.  She needs to know that what she did two days ago is unacceptable.  I was the first one to get her help...and I will be the driving force to put her behind bars.  That may be the only thing that keeps this baby safe for 4 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried when the police got there.  Her mom, Billie, got into a physical match with her drug friend.  (the same friend who gave her the first hit, and paid for her to come home from rehab twice...the same friend who is telling Jenny that it is okay to take Heroine while you're pregnant...just not too much).  I am so proud of Billie for finally taking a stand against Jenny, her friends, and the drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny begged to go back to treatment.  The officer agreed not to take her to jail if she would hop in her mom's car and leave that same minute.  She left...leaving her drug friend, Tiffany, on the front steps with three very angry sisters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jenny is safe again tonight in a the best facility in Utah.  They are treating her free of charge ($47,000 saved).  They didn't have to take her back for a second chance, but they did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is amazing.  If you know of someone who is suffering from addiction and you want to get them the best money can buy, please check in to the Ark of Little Cottonwood.  www.thearkoflittlecottonwood.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1118714389477175082?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1118714389477175082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1118714389477175082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1118714389477175082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1118714389477175082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-117865363083835670</id><published>2008-09-02T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:25:10.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She fooled me</title><content type='html'>Jenny left treatment late last night after her Intervention episode aired. She only wanted to be in treatment so that she didn't look bad at the end of the episode. I got the call early this morning. I called her sister Jessica and Katelyn. I can't get a hold of Jodi or her mom. I'm wondering if they have anything to do with her running away....probably not....but my mind is racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jenny does not return to treatment by tonight, the facility will call the cops. She will be charged with attempted manslaughter and held with no bail until the baby is born. If the baby dies, the charge will be much greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an end to this crazy story. That began here: &lt;br /&gt;http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/02/trophy.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-117865363083835670?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/117865363083835670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=117865363083835670' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/117865363083835670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/117865363083835670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-fooled-me.html' title='She fooled me'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3826974131993825471</id><published>2008-09-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:50:47.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally out and over with!</title><content type='html'>Jenny's Intervention episode aired tonight...and it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't make her out to be a bad person and the family as a whole was pleased with the update at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to watch the preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/intervention/int_episode_guide.jsp"&gt;http://www.aetv.com/intervention/int_episode_guide.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Jenny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3826974131993825471?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3826974131993825471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3826974131993825471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3826974131993825471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3826974131993825471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-finally-out-and-over-with.html' title='It&apos;s finally out and over with!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4362340622318341616</id><published>2008-08-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:45:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She is safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my mother and I took Jenny to the new treatment center....and let me tell you! It is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. I found myself wishing I was the addict :) Here are some pics of the Ark of Little Cottonwood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-tCAXCHI/AAAAAAAAARI/XqybTueICPY/s1600-h/ark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239233053613033586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-tCAXCHI/AAAAAAAAARI/XqybTueICPY/s320/ark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239233837092351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV_aosYrLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/v0cC0tGs9hY/s320/ark+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-bHCTcGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/THtKIo3LOvQ/s1600-h/ark+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232745725718626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-bHCTcGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/THtKIo3LOvQ/s320/ark+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232992228231874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-pdVFSsI/AAAAAAAAARA/CZxOUsqZWw4/s320/ark+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232823615533938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-fpMrs3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HdA7lnjJCfg/s320/ark+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they have horses. The horses actually assist in treatment. They call it "EQUINE ASSISTED PSYCHOTHERAPY". While we were checking Jenny in, the other patients were out in the pasture finger painting the horse for a therapy activity :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This facility is much better than the last one Jenny went to. At the last one, she was able to make unlimited phone calls, go walk to the grocery store, and have visitors at any time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT at this place. Let me read you a couple of the rules...they have 230 rules in all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No use of tobacco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. No piercings, hair treatments, hair cuts, shaving heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mandatory urinalysis test, alcohol breath tests, and room searches at any time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No caffiene drinks after 5:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. No rearranging the furniture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. No rated "R" movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. No cell phones, internet, or television&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. No glorifying drug use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Board games may be played on weekends, playing cards are not permitted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Shoes must be worn at all times when outside of the bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there are 10 rules that I thought were pretty cool. They seem strict, but Jenny will probably try to do all of these if they were not clearly spelled out on paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny actually broke a rule while we were checking in. She had her bags searched and a loaded soringe was found with heroine in it. So I'm sure she got written up after we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This facility does not mess around...but at the same time, all of the counselors were extremely nice and most had a good sense of humor. The mansion was to die for and Jenny gets her own large bedroom with her own bathroom equiped with a steam shower and a jetted tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she can just follow the rules, she will have it made for the next 90 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll leave you with a picture that we took right before we left her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239239223343305298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLWEUKCr0lI/AAAAAAAAARY/FYDwJOjG3Cw/s320/jenny+rehab+%232+%26+workshop+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jenny is to have no contact with the outside world for the next 14 days (no calls, no visitors, no letters).  So, I won't have any update for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to watch Intervention this Monday (Sept. 1) to see Jenny's episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4362340622318341616?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4362340622318341616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4362340622318341616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4362340622318341616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4362340622318341616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-is-safe.html' title='She is safe'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLV-tCAXCHI/AAAAAAAAARI/XqybTueICPY/s72-c/ark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7975166261546036644</id><published>2008-08-25T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:49:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A storm rolls in</title><content type='html'>A storm has hit this family so hard...it goes by the name of heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's Intervention episode aires on A&amp;amp;E next Monday (Sept.1). She is not in treatment yet. The TV show never provided a second chance treatment. The next option was her LDS bishop. He promised help, and then 4 days later withdrew his offer for reason that were never explained. I'm not a big fan of the LDS church right now. I personally called her bishop a dozen times wanting an explanation and he has not returned any of the messages. What kind of bishop is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the phones hard today and found a wonderful treatment center in Sandy, UT called "Arch of Cottonwood". They will be providing Jenny with $20,000 worth of treatment and a medical detox for both her and the unborn baby. I will be personally driving her to treatment tomorrow at noon. I am thrilled, but there was something about this last process that, quite frankly, pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed by the executive producer of the show that Jenny's episode would be running on Monday. He said toward the end of the episode, they would provide the viewer with an update that would read "Jenny left treatment after 31 days. She relapsed, became pregnant, and is still using heroine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, all of that is true...but why would someone want to air dirty dirty laundry such as that? How do they benefit from making my cousin look like a heartless junkie? It's bad enough to say that she relapsed...but to tell millions of people that she is a pregnant heroine user????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will live with the consequences of her drug use for the rest of her life....and now everybody knows about it....EVERYBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told that executive producer where he could shove it. I mentioned to him that the unborn child did not sign the privacy waiver, and the unborn child could not speak for its self. He told me that if the family loved Jenny and the baby, we would have paid for treatment by now. He told me that I wasn't doing enough to help my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that lit a fire under my ass and that's when I got on the phones. One hour later, Jenny had the best treatment center in Utah for free!!! And she leaves tomorrow. Screw "Intervention". They were very helpful in the beginning but now they have shown their true colors. They don't care about the addicts...they want ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Jenny. She is a daughter, sister, aunt, friend, and now a mother-to-be. She will get better! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update (09-01-08)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The family is not upset with Intervention.  When I wrote this post, I was upset not with Intervention, but that Jenny wanted so badly to go to treatment....and I was unable to come through for her.  The day after I wrote this, I felt much better.  I understand now that this show helps people...it helps the addicts and it also helps the viewers who might be going through similar situations.  I am 100% a supporter of Intervention.  So please, don't leave me any nasty comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238697235979041906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLOXYVxZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3Rt9ojGtWAc/s320/jenny.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7975166261546036644?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7975166261546036644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7975166261546036644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7975166261546036644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7975166261546036644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/storm-rolls-in.html' title='A storm rolls in'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SLOXYVxZ_HI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3Rt9ojGtWAc/s72-c/jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6565625381746437639</id><published>2008-08-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:17:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I redecorated the studio</title><content type='html'>I am always unsatisfied with my style and decor in life and in business...so I have changed it up again! This will be the 3rd re-decorate since opening just eight months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I moved in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236726068716987490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SKyWnTfnZGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/I2DONhfjf68/s320/brandon+camera+12-12-07+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Attempt #1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted it to look clean and bright.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236726214697805602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SKyWvzUJ5yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HkDEMop7ujs/s320/studio+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Attempt #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sick of bright, and I wanted it to look dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236726578954954578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SKyXFAR051I/AAAAAAAAAQY/z_tIVm15PRw/s320/adf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attempt #3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted it to look like a home...a place where people feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236726425970745538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SKyW8GXjIMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EwQmthcMfYo/s320/new+dance+videos+aug+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is where I'm at now...and I'm pretty satisfied.  I have only showed you the pics of the lobby remodel.  I have four large areas in my studio that have all been remodeled 2-3 times.  I just don't have the energy to post them all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6565625381746437639?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6565625381746437639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6565625381746437639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6565625381746437639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6565625381746437639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-redecorated-studio.html' title='I redecorated the studio'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SKyWnTfnZGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/I2DONhfjf68/s72-c/brandon+camera+12-12-07+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4863691774174120046</id><published>2008-08-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:37:34.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention Update</title><content type='html'>Cousin Jenny is now 5 months pregnant and using heroine.  If you knew Jenny 14 months ago, you would never have guessed that she would be 30, pregnant, and a hard core drug addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over a year ago, Jenny owned her own home, had two brand new cars, worked at a high end hair salon, and had a nice savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has lost it ALL.  Her house is gone, both cars are gone, she forged a clients check and lost her hair licence, and her $ is long gone.  I must say that I am amazed at how fast drugs can ruin someone's life.  It didn't take her six months before she lost it all and overdosed three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Intervention show, she has not slowed down one bit.  Every time the show called anyone in the family for an update, we were instructed to say that she was clean and everything was fine.  It is not fine!   She's due in 4 months and the baby could die or have mild to severe handicapps.  It is not fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went behind everyone's back and called the show.  They were shocked to learn that she was pregnant and using.  They were about to run the episode on TV with the happy update.&lt;br /&gt;But since I've been going to church, I had this feeling that I needed to tell the show that all was not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told on her, but now they have offered her a second chance in a local rehab clinic for 90-120 days.  I'm sure she was upset to learn that I told, but she needs to fix this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a pregnant mother on heroine can not quit cold turkey.  Quitting cold turkey could kill the baby and possilby the mother.  So, even if she wanted to quit, she couldn't.  She needs help and now she's going to get it....for the second time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-4863691774174120046?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4863691774174120046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4863691774174120046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4863691774174120046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4863691774174120046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/intervention-update.html' title='Intervention Update'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-3559163511471312203</id><published>2008-08-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:37:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to church again</title><content type='html'>I went to church again today so that my little one could go to primary and make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as last time. I was basically 10% listening and 90% being crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the speakers started crying and could barely finish a sentence. I couldn't wait to hear the story that was about to come out of her mouth. I wanted to be inspired and from all the sobbing that was happening, I assumed that a very inspirational story was about to come out of this girls mouth. After she told the story, I found myself thinking "That's what she crying over?".....I know crude right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, I'm not 100% there to be a "mormon". I basically want my daughter to learn songs, games, and make friends. I will do my part though. I offered to go to the cannery for a day to can dry food and I also signed up to make the missionaries dinner. Let's hope they don't preach to me.....just eat please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot something that happend!  While I was sitting in my relief society class, my phone went off.  My phone doesn't just ring, it plays a song.  The song that went off was probably one of the worst songs that could go off in front of the "sisters" of relief society.....it was called "Sensual Seduction" by Snoop Dog.....so embarassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-3559163511471312203?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3559163511471312203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=3559163511471312203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3559163511471312203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/3559163511471312203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-to-church-again.html' title='Went to church again'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-1817388538593060318</id><published>2008-08-02T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:13:42.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have wrote my last post</title><content type='html'>Because I was mean in my last post...God punished me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got pulled over and the officer gave me a ticket.  He almost impounded my car because I still had the dealer plates on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went yard sale-ing and didn't find anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the car wash.  While I was washing the car, I left my new dog Max in the car.  He freaked out when I started spraying the windows with water.  He was jumping all over the car and trying to eat the windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I washed the car, I went to open the door and they were locked!  Max had jumped on the locking mechanism while chasing the water.  Anyway, after 30 minutes of attempts to unlock the car, I turned the water back on and made him chase it again.  And sure enough, he stepped on the button again...this time unlocking the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am not going to say anything mean about anybody ever again.  Karma is truly terrible...but God is clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-1817388538593060318?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1817388538593060318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=1817388538593060318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1817388538593060318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/1817388538593060318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-shouldnt-have-wrote-my-last-post.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have wrote my last post'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7921342780511346933</id><published>2008-07-29T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:33:25.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole Move</title><content type='html'>Here's a move for all of you moms to try while you're at the playground with the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the "chopper".&lt;br /&gt;Basically you are going to go upside down and fan your legs out like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI_8VgfoIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lZm4tZCjZyw/s1600-h/2008_0212VideoStudio0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228675138830475922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI_8VgfoIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lZm4tZCjZyw/s320/2008_0212VideoStudio0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really good for the arms, legs, and stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now get off your butt and hit up your neighborhood playground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7921342780511346933?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7921342780511346933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7921342780511346933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7921342780511346933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7921342780511346933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pole-move.html' title='Pole Move'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI_8VgfoIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lZm4tZCjZyw/s72-c/2008_0212VideoStudio0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5455013921273153618</id><published>2008-07-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:51:42.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to remeber</title><content type='html'>My mom is constantly noticing things in my daughter that reminder her of me when I was little. I would like to put Evan's quirks on paper so that I might return to them when I have grandchildren and remember the cute phases that happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Singing Rascal Flats "Every Day" at the top of her lungs in the back seat of the car&lt;br /&gt;*Constantly putting her hand down my shirt and pinching my...well you know. It hurts and I constantly tell her to stop, but she won't.&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking that bum bum dancing is just like doing belly dancing&lt;br /&gt;*Using her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tricycle&lt;/span&gt; as a stool and then falling off causing a huge scratch on her tummy that has scarred that will probably stay with her her whole life&lt;br /&gt;*Making me sing the ABC's every night before bed as well as asking her what every animal known to man says. "What does the duck say?" "Quack"..."What does the Rooster Say" "Cock-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;*Riding her dog Sassy like a horse&lt;br /&gt;*Calling my car hers&lt;br /&gt;*Only wanting to listen to one song on the radio "I kissed a girl"....very inappropriate for a three year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeping with mom and dad until.....well....I guess I don't know when that will stop&lt;br /&gt;*She has an awful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;studder&lt;/span&gt; that is always at it's worst when she start to say "I don't, I don, I doe, I doe, I doe, I doe, I doe, I doe want it!&lt;br /&gt;*Picking her nose and only giving the boogers to her dad, never mom. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;*Calling her Grandma Nielsen her Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Forsey&lt;/span&gt; (horsey, but she puts an "f" in front.&lt;br /&gt;*Wow this is getting really long&lt;br /&gt;*Calling finger nail polish her "pretties"&lt;br /&gt;*Putting on bright red lip gloss before she'll leave the house&lt;br /&gt;*Racing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; up the stairs while cutting him off like a race car driver&lt;br /&gt;*Telling me to hide when she goes potty...I still have never seen her go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my cute girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5455013921273153618?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5455013921273153618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5455013921273153618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5455013921273153618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5455013921273153618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-want-to-remeber.html' title='Things I want to remeber'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5047396663699597404</id><published>2008-07-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:30:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to church today</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to church in over two years. I don't particularly enjoy it nor do I like the people who inhabit the space.   Okay, not all the people.  Mainly those over 60 who have tunnel vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today reaffirmed my dislike for the LDS chruch (mormon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into the nasties, let me tell you why I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother decided to take my three year old daughter to the church in her neighborhood. My daughter talked about her experience for the next two weeks. She recited songs that were sang, games that were played, and manners that I forgot were supposed to be taught. She learned how to introduce herself to people (shaking hands &amp;amp; saying hi). She learned a song about cleaning up, and the Itsy Bitsy Spider song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it! So I decided that I could sit through two hours of torture so that she could have her fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to church today, dropped Evan off to her primary class, and went to find a couch to start reading a book that my sister in law lent me weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bombarded by my old boss who was now a ward missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meagan! How are you? Are you in this ward? I haven't ever seen you here. Has it been a while? Why don't you come sit with my wife and I? You'll love it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat through that class and let me tell you....it was the most boring hour of my life. Not only was it boring, the people in the class were so closed minded...it would make any out-of-stater scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion was about growing your spiritual seed like you would grow a tree seed. One man actually said "You need to take care of your seed, but you also need to protect it from those who will try to steal your seed. Crows are known to steal seeds after they are planted. Non believers are like crows. They will steal your spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A non-believer is not trying to steal your "seed". They are simply non-believers. It is totally possible to have a wonderful friendship with someone who is not of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people in class carried on the topic of non-believers. They are sent by Satan to oppose those who are trying to live the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sent by Satan. I am another person put on this earth to live, learn, and make my own choices. Nobody was put here by Satan to attack the Mormons. Okay, there are truly evil people on this earth who might have been sent by Satan, but I doubt that the neighbor next door who refuses the missionaries and watches football on Sunday's was really sent by Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a freakin' break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll consider being an active member in the church when they update thier policies on tolerance and acceptance. In other words: Stop trying to change me. Don't look at me like you're better than me. Don't talk dirt on those who live alternative lives. Understand that there are beautiful people who will never step foot in the church...and that's okay...it's their lives. AND maybe you don't know better than me. Maybe those who live a different lifestyle are actually happier and more fullfilled than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will go back next Sunday because my daughter made a friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent. If I actually said any of that stuff in church, they wouldn't let me in ever again...and my daughter really needs to make new friends :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-5047396663699597404?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5047396663699597404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5047396663699597404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5047396663699597404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5047396663699597404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-church-today.html' title='I went to church today'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6353226194958087787</id><published>2008-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:30:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1K1-V4xdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-FEo7YFbDQQ/s1600-h/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227917033575335378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1K1-V4xdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-FEo7YFbDQQ/s320/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my daughter to SLC on the Front Runner train. We visited the Build A Bear Workshop where I spent over $50 for a stuffed bear.....worth every penny. She carries it everywhere and loves to dress it up in outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1KplYnb-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/22cIwz-MqJM/s1600-h/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227916820717465570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1KplYnb-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/22cIwz-MqJM/s320/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan helped Brandon mow the lawn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1Kf3iWmiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/p33p0eGMDvI/s1600-h/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227916653791451682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1Kf3iWmiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/p33p0eGMDvI/s320/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried out a new hair style courtesy of &lt;a href="http://shedoeshair.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shedoeshair.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6353226194958087787?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6353226194958087787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6353226194958087787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6353226194958087787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6353226194958087787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-of-week.html' title='Pictures of the week'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SI1K1-V4xdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-FEo7YFbDQQ/s72-c/rumors+%26+evan%27s+hair+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-962143079827859098</id><published>2008-07-26T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:01:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding a new family member!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Arrow down to learn more about our exciting surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu3Syr4txI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rri83yulcPg/s1600-h/unborn+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227473325964965650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu3Syr4txI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rri83yulcPg/s320/unborn+baby.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227473898453274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu30HXvDeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SgvZcpF5pFk/s320/max+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got him from Ogden City Animal Shelter. He is a 1 year old handsome pit bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was found wandering the streets of Ogden. The police were called. When they arrived, Max came running after them. They raised their guns and almost shot....had it not been for a child watching. So, the police officers got in their car and called animal control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The animal control officer came ready to tranqualize the "out of control pit bull". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she arrived, Max ran to her and gave her lots of big kisses. He would have done the same to the police officers if given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227474718549969570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu4j2eBiqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MyQntpC9zH0/s320/max+2008+058.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt; He wouldn't hurt a fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we found him curled up in the back of his cage at the shelter. He didn't want to be petted, but I was persistant. I knew that I was probably the only crazy person who would think of adopting the mean looking dog confined to one corner of his cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I walked in there and petted him for a while and he decided to come out for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was with me. He didn't like the idea at first because we have such terrible luck with dogs....but I knew "Big Papa" was the one (that's the name they gave him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to leave him to go get my female pit bull named Sassy to see if they got along. He was very upset that I was leaving him. It took three people to get him back in his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227475522735056546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu5SqSsJqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/m3A0Z-ceadY/s320/max+2008+059.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above: Sassy&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, they got along and he is at home with us :) He continues to attempt to mark his territory. I dicipline him but my husband doesn't dare to yet....he could eat him alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some more photos of Max playing in his new back yard:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227476046205748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu5xIX1A0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/TV8XY_MDEGI/s320/max+2008+054.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227476654477255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu6UiXDomI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e48rQ9Z9iN4/s320/max+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227476873331462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu6hRp90iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_148JpfvHLs/s320/max+2008+066.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-962143079827859098?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/962143079827859098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=962143079827859098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/962143079827859098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/962143079827859098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/adding-new-family-member.html' title='Adding a new family member!!!!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIu3Syr4txI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rri83yulcPg/s72-c/unborn+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-5055841017982619209</id><published>2008-07-24T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:25:21.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the show</title><content type='html'>Last week, me and my group called "Tickled me Trashy" performed at a local club called Rumors.  It was a blast...here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjWDwzU3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o7MHG2vjeKM/s1600-h/rumors+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662727691591058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjWDwzU3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o7MHG2vjeKM/s320/rumors+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjV7FG3_XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XbBAVhEwSv8/s1600-h/rumors+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662578523471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjV7FG3_XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XbBAVhEwSv8/s320/rumors+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjV2g-vrbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cNsnyWCPlyY/s1600-h/rumors+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662500106218930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjV2g-vrbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cNsnyWCPlyY/s320/rumors+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVyjmwRuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OT6Nn-JA1G4/s1600-h/rumors+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662432091424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVyjmwRuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OT6Nn-JA1G4/s320/rumors+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVus6h5AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gFSu8Boyfcc/s1600-h/rumors+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662365870810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVus6h5AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gFSu8Boyfcc/s320/rumors+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVq8CaFZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CERzbh85Zfw/s1600-h/rumors+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662301210908050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVq8CaFZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CERzbh85Zfw/s320/rumors+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVkEFrmYI/AAAAAAAAANw/kiK3Ys8wDEc/s1600-h/rumors+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662183113038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVkEFrmYI/AAAAAAAAANw/kiK3Ys8wDEc/s320/rumors+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVerAXodI/AAAAAAAAANo/YDE8RQb4Kkw/s1600-h/Meagan+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662090480525778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVerAXodI/AAAAAAAAANo/YDE8RQb4Kkw/s320/Meagan+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVZ-92HaI/AAAAAAAAANg/nukbcp9uNhE/s1600-h/rumors+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662009939303842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVZ-92HaI/AAAAAAAAANg/nukbcp9uNhE/s320/rumors+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVV65aYqI/AAAAAAAAANY/NYirMERwKpk/s1600-h/rumors+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226661940127490722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjVV65aYqI/AAAAAAAAANY/NYirMERwKpk/s320/rumors+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8000519272337183031-5055841017982619209?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5055841017982619209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=5055841017982619209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5055841017982619209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/5055841017982619209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-of-show.html' title='Pictures of the show'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SIjWDwzU3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/o7MHG2vjeKM/s72-c/rumors+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8490447210693319442</id><published>2008-07-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:42:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don' t be jealous</title><content type='html'>So last night I performed with my pole dancing group called "Tickle me Trashy".  We performed a really sexy pole routine followed by an amateur contest for anyone in the bar.  It was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, my friend was hit on by another man.  Her husband didn't give her 5 seconds to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diffuse&lt;/span&gt; the situation.  He was instantly attacking the poor guy.  Ten seconds later, my husband was right up there in the middle of it trying to break up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A security guard (bug, buff guy) grabbed my friends husband under the arm pit and body slammed him to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed away from the situation hoping that the guys would work it out without any women interference.  Three minutes later, the jealous husband was still on the ground in a choke hold and there was blood all over the security guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me being the curious creature that I am...went over to check it out.  The security guard had knocked out one of his own teeth while body slamming the 6 foot 7" jealous husband.  AND my husband wouldn't get out of the way.  He kept trying to calm down the jealous husband, but he wasn't being very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;.  So I took my husband away from the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so glad that I am not married to a man like this.  So men....if your girl gets hit on by another man, here are some things to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   If your wife is getting hit on by a semi-attractive man, TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Give your wife at least 30 seconds to let the guy down easy.  Believe it or not, us women can usually take care of stuff like this without our men getting in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you are at a bar or a club, you need to be extra sympathetic to the guys in the bar.  Most of them are single and are looking for a girl.  A bar is no place for jealous married people to hang out.  Guys in the bar will assume that all women are single...sometimes they miss the ring.&lt;br /&gt;4.   If your wife doesn't handle the guy within the first 30 seconds...your marriage probably isn't that great....so get out of the bar and into marriage counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  the bar provided us with professional hair and make up as well as a private photo shoot.  When I get some pictures back, I will share :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8490447210693319442?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8490447210693319442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8490447210693319442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8490447210693319442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8490447210693319442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/don-t-be-jealous.html' title='Don&apos; t be jealous'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-4765917301040169585</id><published>2008-07-16T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:37:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Evan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7XnoJTzpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yGUE0BdxA_M/s1600-h/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223849693587689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7XnoJTzpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yGUE0BdxA_M/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Evan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turned three years old this past week. I hated it! You are the most fun, beautiful, special little person I've ever met and I love the stage you are at right now. I could mommy you forever if you would only stay three years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223851142488592850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7Y79uNEdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uf-kNUKbxOo/s320/11-19-2007-166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223849930184852162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7X1ZieAsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iHne6xMOp98/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You are such a little daddy's girl. Today, I came home from work only to find you and your daddy dancing to country music. He loves you and you are his everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223850507243597762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7YW_P_r8I/AAAAAAAAANA/FfGy1O3xCp0/s320/evan+jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My three wishes for you for your third birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be different&lt;/strong&gt; - It's okay if you don't live in Utah your whole life, get married at 20 and have 2.5 kids. Explore this world and all it has to offer. Move to New York, dance on broadway, start a business, get to know yourself inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be kind &lt;/strong&gt;- The best compliment I ever got was from a girl I used to go to high school with. She went out of her way to find me and thank me for always being kind to her...even though she wasn't the least bit beautiful or popular. I want you to get that compliment every day of your life from everyone you meet. Be the person that everyone wants to befriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember who you are and where you come from &lt;/strong&gt;- You come from a mom and dad who are crazy about you. You were born in a cool little town called Ogden. Your great grandparents cherish you and your grandma's would stab eachother in the back to get to spend the afternoon with you. Your mom loves animals and dance...your dad loves hunting and spending time with family. You are energetic, spunky, and bossy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're only three but I know that you will be someone great that will change lives and inspire your family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday girlie! If you must grow, grow into something great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223850269241099490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7YJInxxOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9fQ9rB09CXk/s320/DSCF4096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000519272337183031-4765917301040169585?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4765917301040169585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=4765917301040169585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4765917301040169585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/4765917301040169585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-evan.html' title='My Evan'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SH7XnoJTzpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yGUE0BdxA_M/s72-c/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6198720271893305750</id><published>2008-07-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:38:21.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I make a pretty mean tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over a week ago, I took my business on the road to the Hot Rockin' 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what we were selling? Tattoo's! I found the most amazing temporarty tattoo's on e-bay and put them on everyone who paid me $3. Here's some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223311611360065794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHzuPHpKOQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xKYl--8cTUk/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+005.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310439354388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHztK5lO0BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mW8UOt8zwmg/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+003.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310281045349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHztBr1alhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pj4zAUsecuc/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+002.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310586119627362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHztTcUyomI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RxYzpQ-m1fA/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+004.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310035636356050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHzszZnWg9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ra5hyz0ZxL0/s320/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+001.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back tomorrow for another post. I have lots of stuff to show...but I don't want to overwhelm the thousands of people who look at my blog...I'm kidding....I'm pretty sure that my sister-in-laws and maybe one other person actually look at my crap. So check back tomorrow to see my daughters birthday and our camping trip. After that, I will post some of my new pole moves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6198720271893305750?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6198720271893305750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6198720271893305750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6198720271893305750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6198720271893305750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-make-pretty-mean-tattoo.html' title='I make a pretty mean tattoo'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SHzuPHpKOQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xKYl--8cTUk/s72-c/evan%27s+b-day+2008+(3+years+old)+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8599330072326911232</id><published>2008-07-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:40:00.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural born killer</title><content type='html'>My husband was cleaning out the basement  yesterday and found his hunting gun. He held it up to his shoulder a few times...I don't know why he did it, I guess it's just a guy thing. Maybe he was checking his "gun holding skills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he cleaned it up a bit and then put it back in the closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes later, I come down stairs to see my sweet daughter doing this with a vacuum attachment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218129448419738178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGqFFiUQQkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SKwKxZaHRlE/s320/hinder+dance+and+even+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8599330072326911232?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8599330072326911232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8599330072326911232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8599330072326911232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8599330072326911232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/07/natural-born-killer.html' title='Natural born killer'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGqFFiUQQkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SKwKxZaHRlE/s72-c/hinder+dance+and+even+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-8962827550733873645</id><published>2008-06-29T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:27:13.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SITS</title><content type='html'>Here's my shout out to a blog clan called Secret's in the Sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/oldrallychick/secret-sauce_button.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-8962827550733873645?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8962827550733873645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=8962827550733873645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8962827550733873645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/8962827550733873645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/sits.html' title='SITS'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6409027457837091694</id><published>2008-06-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:10:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGf6C1FUlyI/AAAAAAAAALg/8v904ZHw_ZE/s1600-h/studio+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217413619848091426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGf6C1FUlyI/AAAAAAAAALg/8v904ZHw_ZE/s320/studio+3.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Utah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out. My pole dancing studio is getting bigger and better by the week. This is what's coming up in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 4th - ADF will be at the Hot Rockin' 4th giving free temporary tattos and putting on a dance show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 10th - Amateur Night @ Club Wet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 12th - Amateur contest @ Bogey's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 16th - Mini pole lessons @ Bogey's 10pm - Midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 19th - Come see our pole instructors strut their stuff at a fashion show @ Rumors Nigh Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 23rd - Mini pole lessions @ Bogey's 10pm - Midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great summer...and stop by for some classes!&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/8000519272337183031-6409027457837091694?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6409027457837091694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6409027457837091694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6409027457837091694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6409027457837091694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/watch-out.html' title='Watch out!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGf6C1FUlyI/AAAAAAAAALg/8v904ZHw_ZE/s72-c/studio+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6274586580327996677</id><published>2008-06-26T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:21:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a new car!</title><content type='html'>Check out my new ride: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Dodge Nitro ( 1 year old...that's practically new to me )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216441855404062882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGSGOsbWuKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iZwRVrvDsK8/s320/caress+hip+hop+and+car+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216441991829549490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGSGWopucbI/AAAAAAAAALY/yeWIguz1KGg/s320/caress+hip+hop+and+car+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our third car...and my daughter can't seem to grasp the concept of three cars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To her, mom has a car, dad has a truck, and now we have another one....so guess who's it is?  She says it's hers.  She gets mad if dad drives it to work, she gets mad if it is moved to the street, and she gets mad if I don't let her play inside of it for at least one hour a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah she loves her car...I wish it was mine :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6274586580327996677?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6274586580327996677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6274586580327996677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6274586580327996677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6274586580327996677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-new-car.html' title='Got a new car!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGSGOsbWuKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iZwRVrvDsK8/s72-c/caress+hip+hop+and+car+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6256182962021278308</id><published>2008-06-24T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:43:53.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family....always!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some fun pics of my strange, yet lovable family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Earlier this month, I told my husband that our pool needed to be vacuumed out...but it was only 60 degrees out side, and much too cold to get in the water. So he came up with his own solution:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685106164516594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHV-F07RvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KFi_ynytMig/s320/Christie+Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah...he's a dork :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685550672899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHWX9v-7jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0C-eBn28zhA/s320/Christie+Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a cute dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some darling pics of my baby girl...I could just squish her head off she's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685950353164898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHWvOrLymI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k3Mg5zdFsnU/s320/Christie+Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215686773012827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHXfHUiC_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/6R7vGiUNcXc/s320/Christie+Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215687120673426994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHXzWdRzjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/efo6OjMwPsA/s320/Christie+Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215687395876655458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHYDXq10WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ozk2NgrIIhc/s320/Christie+Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend, we went on a boating trip with my dad and my brothers. I love boating. Mostly I love tubing, but this year, my favorite tube popped (I never flipped over)....so I need to get a new one before I'll go back out into the water. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215687993795350146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHYmLFxDoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sluTZJ9hVa8/s320/Christie+Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215688532418828770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHZFhnnGeI/AAAAAAAAALA/OAJWAnE1UUI/s320/Christie+Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215689108049639426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHZnCAsOAI/AAAAAAAAALI/FkYlNX9btWE/s320/Christie+Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Don't pay attention to the photo of my tattoo...it belonged in my other post but I can't seem to delete it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's all for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6256182962021278308?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6256182962021278308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6256182962021278308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6256182962021278308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6256182962021278308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/familyalways.html' title='Family....always!'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHV-F07RvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KFi_ynytMig/s72-c/Christie+Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-6112339670781150625</id><published>2008-06-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:19:40.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot's of stuff to cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHTRQWViGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xjDVyckj1oE/s1600-h/Christie+Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215682136871635042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHTRQWViGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xjDVyckj1oE/s320/Christie+Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's get right to the fun stuff. Here's some new pics of me and my pole studio. Two of the pics are of me on the pole, and the last is a picture of a class called "Fantasy Dress Up". The theme for the class this week was "Hawaiian Hottie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHS3VE0lJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MUQ0GI3KoK4/s1600-h/Christie+Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215681691463750802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHS3VE0lJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MUQ0GI3KoK4/s320/Christie+Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHSo3RSTGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e1xerPyA4XE/s1600-h/Christie+Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215681442944797794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHSo3RSTGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e1xerPyA4XE/s320/Christie+Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, for those of you who don't know, my cousin Jenny will be on the T.V. show "Intervention". I put her name in for the show in February and they picked her. She went to rehab and ran away...but she is still trying to get clean. The latest in the drama is the fact that she is now pregnant. But I love her anyway, and I hope that she will stay clean for the baby's sake. Our family told her that if she ever got clean, we would get a tattoo to match her four leaf clover that she got when she was a teenager. So, she's clean, and we got tattoo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215683196791759826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHUO82_I9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7MOaSNsg0BU/s320/Christie+Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my cousin Jodi (Jenny's sister) getting her tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215683495938175202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHUgXRDMOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XP3IwizLfpw/s320/Christie+Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is me getting mine.  (Yeah I was blonde for about four days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's the fun stuff going on in my world right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  After we got tattoo's, my cousin disappeared for several days.  She says she's clean, but I don't think so :(  If she doesn't get clean, the State will take away the child when it is born...and she will go to prison.  I know because it happened to another family member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I try not to dwell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-6112339670781150625?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6112339670781150625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=6112339670781150625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6112339670781150625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/6112339670781150625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/lots-of-stuff-to-cover.html' title='Lot&apos;s of stuff to cover'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SGHTRQWViGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xjDVyckj1oE/s72-c/Christie+Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-547130464039957105</id><published>2008-06-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:57:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay everyone...I will never tell what happened at amature night. You'll just have to dream :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will say that I recently had a sensual photo shoot done. And it was awesome! In a sensual photo shoot you are allowed to dress up in lingerie, pasties, thongs, or nothing at all :). Click here to see some of my pics: &lt;a href="http://www.schoolofsexy.com/"&gt;http://www.schoolofsexy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to photos and then click on sensual photo shoots. Can you guess which pictures are of me? I'll give you a hint: There are 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was really fun and I got some good pics to give my hubby. It cost $99...and it was totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my naughty vixen is staying inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I choreographed the most amazing lyrical piece I've ever done. It was to a song called "Better than me". I will video tape it and post it here tomorrow....promise. It gives me the chills when I dance it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch "So you think you can dance" tonight to see who gets eliminated. My favorites are Twitch and Comfort:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213683535722956274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SFq5jW4RxfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-ug5BTUVRXc/s320/twitch.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213683436478481634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SFq5dlKjROI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ubulkTFlu8k/s200/comfort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-547130464039957105?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/547130464039957105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=547130464039957105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/547130464039957105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/547130464039957105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexy-photo-shoot.html' title='Sexy Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SFq5jW4RxfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-ug5BTUVRXc/s72-c/twitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-7656971773705177588</id><published>2008-06-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:28:55.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a new post</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is for my sister Tina who thinks I don't blog enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I own a pole dancing studio right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;Women take pole dancing lessons right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one particular woman decided that she wanted to take her new skills to a more professional level....amature exotic dancing. So she decided to pick her birthday to do such a thing. I marked the date on the calendar...found a baby sitter...and invited my husband to go along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, we went to go see my student do amature night. I know 90% of the strippers who work there, so it wasn't a surprise that my husband was wanting to be introduced to all of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was "Paradise's" turn to dance (that was the stage name she gave herself). Keep in mind, she's a very large woman with cellulite, stretch marks and saggy boobs. But, strip clubs have this magical thing called a "black light". It erases everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she performed...it was kind of terrible. She was moving way too fast and kept doing the same three moves over and over. It seemed like the song would never end. Her husband was there to support her...she mainly danced for him. She didn't take off any clothes. She was actually very covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she danced, all the dancers talked me into going to the back room to "talk". They tried to talk me into doing amature night too because one of the dancers had split her foot open on one of those magical "black lights". So there were only four girls left to work the whole night...forcing each dancer to dance every four minutes or so. So, the more dancers and amatures they had...the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to talk me into dancing, they showed me cute costumes, gave me a stage name "pixie" ( I have short hair). They even explained the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't grab your ass&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't come within four inches of your vagina&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't reach off the stage for a dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't grab your breasts&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't take your clothes off (amatures must dance fully clothed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sounded like pretty reasonable rules. I wouldn't have to take off any clothing, I wouldn't have to touch myself...just show off my pole moves. But, in the end, I didn't dance...or did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go Tina.  Let your mind wander :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-7656971773705177588?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7656971773705177588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=7656971773705177588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7656971773705177588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/7656971773705177588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a new post'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-2276511312507255297</id><published>2008-05-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:50:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many tears</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day.  Mine was fantastic minus all of the freaking tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up late and I made breakfast.  My mother-in-law was kind enough to give me the secret family recipe and my husband bought me the necessary kitchen tools to make them.  My first ten totally sucked, but the last three were great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stayed in the house for a while and watched some movies.  I can't remember what the first one was, but I cried so hard.  Oh wait!  It was Reservation Road.  If you want to cry many tears, get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my daughter and I went to my mom's to wish her a happy Mother's Day.  She gave me a gift certificate for dirt (rock, topsoil, mulch) and some belly button rings.  My brothers and I went in on an i-pod for her.  She called it a walk man when she opened it.  Funny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to take a trip to my cousin Jessica's.  I walked in the door and Jenny was at the top of the steps.  (FYI Jenny was on meth, went on t.v.show Intervention, went to rehab, dropped out).  So this was the first time that I had seen her since the Intervention.  It was sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to witness her giving her mom a mothers day gift.  She gave her an unwrapped rechargable flash light.  It was used.  But she was very sincere, and I could tell that it was all she could do.  It broke my heart.  The old Jenny would have hand crafted something from wood, metal, fabric, and paint.  Wrapped it up in something beautiful presented with a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new Jenny isn't capable of that anymore.  She is still on drugs, but I think her new mental status comes from too much Meth and Heroine.  Even if she gets clean, I think her brain has suffered too greatly.  She is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my car ride home, I sobbed for her.  I truly feel sorry for her.  At the Intervention, I told her that if she didn't get clean, I wouldn't speak to her any longer.  Well, I just don't think I can do that.  I believe Jenny is now mentally declining and she will eventually die from her disease.  So I am going to make every effort to spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of lucky.  It's as if I have warning of her death.  I get to tell her all the things that I want.  I get to cherish the moments with her knowing that they may be the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....so it was a sad afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and watched another awfully sad show called "P.S. I love you".  Oh my god, I thought the first show was bad, but this one was a doozy.  I have never cried so hard over a movie in my life.  If you are married to someone you love with all of your heart, you need to rent this show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-2276511312507255297?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2276511312507255297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=2276511312507255297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2276511312507255297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/2276511312507255297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-many-tears.html' title='Too many tears'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-10931519141282827</id><published>2008-05-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:27:27.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing work and family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's so hard to balance my dance studio with my family! My husband has cleaned my house the past two Saturday's. I felt like a failure. I only made two home made dinners this week. We have spent so much money on fast food...it's ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hopefully all of that is behind me. I've been so busy this last month because I've been redecorating my dance studio. See the new place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198940330050251010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SCZYr10Y6QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dU8Gef80fSM/s320/adf+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198940239855937778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SCZYml0Y6PI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3zvRjLXFUng/s320/adf+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198940175431428322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SCZYi10Y6OI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KFWO_PdxtgQ/s320/adf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesn't compare to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198940931345672466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SCZZO10Y6RI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PVDlhkXyryE/s320/brandon+camera+12-12-07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of lost myself this past week, but hopefully this Mothers's Day Weekend will pull me back down to earth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mothers Day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.danceogden.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000519272337183031-10931519141282827?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/10931519141282827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=10931519141282827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/10931519141282827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/10931519141282827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/05/balancing-work-and-family.html' title='Balancing work and family'/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/SCZYr10Y6QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dU8Gef80fSM/s72-c/adf+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000519272337183031.post-9009744057359133132</id><published>2008-04-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:25:27.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back :(</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I entered my heroine addicted cousin, Jenny,  to be part of a show called "Intervention".  After much hard work (submission of video's, pictures, family letters, contact lists, privacty agreements, and much more), she was accepted to be part of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producers told her that it was a documentary about addiction.  She didn't know she would be on the actual show "Intervention".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she accepted help and agreed to enter a 90 day program in Northern California.  The freaking place was right on the beach.  She had a chef, driver, and the best treatment money can buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed 29 days before running away and catching a flight home (courtesy of her drug dealer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm very disappointed...no, I'm PISSED!  Jenny appears to be back on heroine and meth.  I haven't seen her, but she has spent the last 4 days with her old drug friends.  So I assume they're back to their old tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to speak to her until she is sober...but something tells me I will attend her funeral first.  Jenny has overdosed on heroine 3 times this year and almost lost her life.  She's basically walking dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If $80,000 worth of treatment and all the family support in the world won't help, nothing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000519272337183031-9009744057359133132?l=dancingwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9009744057359133132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000519272337183031&amp;postID=9009744057359133132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9009744057359133132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000519272337183031/posts/default/9009744057359133132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingwife.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-back_29.html' title='She&apos;s Back :('/><author><name>Coach B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13361958167487356726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BN0A1_UC4s/R1ORVducMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6vy5QmJPY2o/S220/Meagan+%231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
