<?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-8867163101553313320</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:59:27.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7014743560146092078</id><published>2012-01-31T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:59:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>What do I do when I have no motivation? Well, facebook for starters, then music, then texting, then this. And finally, I'm going to read for class and then start bright and early tomorrow...hoping that I will wake up with the spark I am missing right now. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7014743560146092078?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7014743560146092078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7014743560146092078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7014743560146092078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7014743560146092078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4502388187991491914</id><published>2012-01-28T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:02:50.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it to be tomorrow, today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0lfsSJrr8/TyTg1IkfCCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LzvRq1RSIZY/s1600/317996015_BTZUyWel_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0lfsSJrr8/TyTg1IkfCCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LzvRq1RSIZY/s1600/317996015_BTZUyWel_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More like a tough day...I just want it to be this time tomorrow right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4502388187991491914?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4502388187991491914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4502388187991491914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4502388187991491914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4502388187991491914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-it-to-be-tomorrow-today.html' title='I want it to be tomorrow, today'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XB0lfsSJrr8/TyTg1IkfCCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LzvRq1RSIZY/s72-c/317996015_BTZUyWel_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8186498237002448145</id><published>2012-01-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:39:46.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>Just a real quick note- Even though I hate it when I am actually waking up, I really love waking up early to exercise and read my scriptures. It makes my days so much better. Today I read about time management and building a relationship with Christ - I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8186498237002448145?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8186498237002448145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8186498237002448145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8186498237002448145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8186498237002448145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5326636182370000177</id><published>2012-01-22T13:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:53:17.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adp81wUvQkk/Txxv7ZQyYnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GJTxoBv3Ods/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_nY2aGKWe8/Txxv8ex1ySI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4fZgURlYWHg/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_nY2aGKWe8/Txxv8ex1ySI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4fZgURlYWHg/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So last night I had nothing better to do (that's a lie, I just wasn't in the mood to do anything else) so I decided to decorate my apartment for Valentines Day. Any time that I get to use construction paper and tape is a good night for me. I should just get a life time supply of both. Also, these were the songs I was listening to while decorating- so lovey dovey... I love these songs so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Dress and Loving you is easy- Ben Rector (my latest obbsession&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Precious Love&amp;nbsp; and Better Man- James Morrison (try not falling in love with his rusty voice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand By Me- Ben E. King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay With You and This Time - John Legend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wouldn't it be Nice - The Beach Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Vie En Rose- Louis Armstrong (His voice gets me every single time) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little bitty Pretty One -Thurston Harris &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are the best thing - Ray Lamontagne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; At Last - Etta James&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay Just a Little Bit Longer&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5326636182370000177?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5326636182370000177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5326636182370000177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5326636182370000177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5326636182370000177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adp81wUvQkk/Txxv7ZQyYnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GJTxoBv3Ods/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2125179048236405969</id><published>2012-01-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:21:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>So I went to my first Karaoke night at Pizza Pie Cafe and it was so much fun. Seriously loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrMK-4IipeM/TxdvnvqhOxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V1Bm2UvJHlY/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrMK-4IipeM/TxdvnvqhOxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V1Bm2UvJHlY/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPiZyc700zE/TxdvoP_OzTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6axbs9-Nqbs/s1600/402886_10150506498167705_603472704_8945034_1012334535_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPiZyc700zE/TxdvoP_OzTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6axbs9-Nqbs/s320/402886_10150506498167705_603472704_8945034_1012334535_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN0mbfQx_ys/Txdvolf9GnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ofsq8rOsPGE/s1600/398055_10150506496612705_603472704_8945030_29588177_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PN0mbfQx_ys/Txdvolf9GnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ofsq8rOsPGE/s320/398055_10150506496612705_603472704_8945030_29588177_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CagGPvh3trI/TxdvppQLVSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5hPSyredJuI/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CagGPvh3trI/TxdvppQLVSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5hPSyredJuI/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2125179048236405969?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2125179048236405969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2125179048236405969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2125179048236405969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2125179048236405969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrMK-4IipeM/TxdvnvqhOxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V1Bm2UvJHlY/s72-c/IMG_1740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8556846260453124336</id><published>2012-01-14T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:57:20.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I had the time of my life</title><content type='html'>So last night we had a ward rollerskating party. It.was.so.fun. We seriously danced the entire time- I have never danced on&amp;nbsp;roller skates&amp;nbsp;so it was &amp;nbsp;new adventure. I loved every minute of those two hours. And the ten minute car ride after that when my roommates and I sang the song, "shots" in every version possible - opera, robot, tiger, and lots of other styles. I'm so glad that at BYU and in the ward I'm in- I've met some people awesome people. Also, we came back and played Wii just dance and while we were playing, a random person tossed a real life duck into our apartment. And then later, Carla&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;sagged and ripped my yoga pants while we were dancing. It was a hilarious night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwHOlIHad0s/TxGzcRmVTDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/olutn75_WI0/s1600/398123_10150614160996929_735701928_11070523_1747927092_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwHOlIHad0s/TxGzcRmVTDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/olutn75_WI0/s320/398123_10150614160996929_735701928_11070523_1747927092_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eF1HLbnVcH4/TxGzfa6tYoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Bej-0GlXT1I/s1600/380935_10150614161596929_735701928_11070530_1430183113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eF1HLbnVcH4/TxGzfa6tYoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Bej-0GlXT1I/s320/380935_10150614161596929_735701928_11070530_1430183113_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just for flashbacks sake of another really fun night years ago, I'm putting these pictures up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Hanging out and doing crafts with Claire Bear Bailey, decorating my Papa's tree/any conversation with him, Ken, Em, Claire and Shang Hai food, crafting with Kareen, Justin Bieber and Abby and Claire sportin his clothes, successful baking from Pinterest, family sports nights, crafting/hanging out with R.D, funny nights where I get pie stuffed in my face, trying on ridiculous clothes at Macy's, laughing and living with R.D, shopping with creepy Kareen, playing every song on Wii Just Dance 3 for New Years Eve, taking funny pictures with Abby and Claire and watching them go crazy and dance. Pretty much I just love my family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6813235859640106982?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6813235859640106982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6813235859640106982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6813235859640106982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6813235859640106982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas Vacation =]'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41_Z1suk7Dw/TwfXv5GVBbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8SJNf772GmU/s72-c/IMG_1601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6545778213964345329</id><published>2011-12-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:34:15.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>My first real step towards being a missionary has begun- I have my doctor appointment set for Dec.29th. I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFn5EH2qidA/Tu_J7RtCbzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4pvdAp4KSmw/s1600/yay%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFn5EH2qidA/Tu_J7RtCbzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4pvdAp4KSmw/s1600/yay%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6545778213964345329?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6545778213964345329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6545778213964345329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6545778213964345329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6545778213964345329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/12/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFn5EH2qidA/Tu_J7RtCbzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4pvdAp4KSmw/s72-c/yay%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3459488150579752431</id><published>2011-11-29T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:21:02.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was the best break ever! Played tons of&amp;nbsp; games with the family, ran the turkey trot with Rachel, caught up with old friends and most of all, helped Ken get engaged!! It made me so so so happy to see my big brother make such a big decision and know that it was the best decision of his life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfSMJSDC4A/TtWEssTFZII/AAAAAAAAAVE/keYKsmJh3VM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfSMJSDC4A/TtWEssTFZII/AAAAAAAAAVE/keYKsmJh3VM/s320/photo.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkFv5Tp-ow/TtWE2KaavtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gEJAU7dSA_w/s1600/313655_10150513404796929_735701928_10677152_611721367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkFv5Tp-ow/TtWE2KaavtI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gEJAU7dSA_w/s320/313655_10150513404796929_735701928_10677152_611721367_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3459488150579752431?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3459488150579752431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3459488150579752431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3459488150579752431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3459488150579752431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRfSMJSDC4A/TtWEssTFZII/AAAAAAAAAVE/keYKsmJh3VM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1358004328822828449</id><published>2011-11-20T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:46:53.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can't get enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zFbg-Ar5hA/TsnFRD837qI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zat0b-NafV4/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zFbg-Ar5hA/TsnFRD837qI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zat0b-NafV4/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Construction Paper is my best friend when it comes to crafting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOyDNOMnncc/TsnFKdndiHI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ekrm6Bw0Crw/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOyDNOMnncc/TsnFKdndiHI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ekrm6Bw0Crw/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Holly's craft- her shorts. We just looked ridiculous so we had to document it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrD-ZtkmhYI/TsnFsf1Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/NutHq05Vk0M/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrD-ZtkmhYI/TsnFsf1Ob3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/NutHq05Vk0M/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The updated Christmas tree- it is now our sexy tree ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even the Godfather is getting into the Christmas spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAuIhggXp2I/TsnFkGQW9iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zxrj4GeiX9w/s1600/IMG_1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAuIhggXp2I/TsnFkGQW9iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zxrj4GeiX9w/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl3M5u8veBY/TsnIXFdSIlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ITID5A1t7CI/s1600/384917_10150393289312705_603472704_8527305_523292366_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl3M5u8veBY/TsnIXFdSIlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ITID5A1t7CI/s320/384917_10150393289312705_603472704_8527305_523292366_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crafting up a storm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1358004328822828449?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1358004328822828449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1358004328822828449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1358004328822828449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1358004328822828449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-cant-get-enough.html' title='Just can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zFbg-Ar5hA/TsnFRD837qI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zat0b-NafV4/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8372989874098166253</id><published>2011-11-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:51:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is you!</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas! I have gotten into the seasonal spirit early and already started decorating. Our window has a snowman in it, we have lights up, we have a giant link, Christmas candles, Christmas candy, and a hottie Christmas tree. Normally I would have said that you can't celebrate Christmas until after Thanksgiving, but guess what? I am just so excited to go home and be with my family again and celebrate the best time of the year that I can't help but get excited about it. Also, Ivy and I have been listening to Christmas music non-stop lately. It is definitely some of the best music to blast and sing along to. Yea for the holidays!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8v1gTQMBziM/TsHvoFGRQFI/AAAAAAAAATU/mu03l8JnsYs/s1600/393216_10150479139351929_735701928_10558318_2144029710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8v1gTQMBziM/TsHvoFGRQFI/AAAAAAAAATU/mu03l8JnsYs/s320/393216_10150479139351929_735701928_10558318_2144029710_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8372989874098166253?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8372989874098166253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8372989874098166253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8372989874098166253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8372989874098166253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas is you!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8v1gTQMBziM/TsHvoFGRQFI/AAAAAAAAATU/mu03l8JnsYs/s72-c/393216_10150479139351929_735701928_10558318_2144029710_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4647227727339252784</id><published>2011-11-03T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:35:41.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>So Ive decided to write down all the little things that people have done for me that have made my days lately...this is going to be a long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eva talked to me on skype and was so adorable&lt;br /&gt;2. The dentist gave me a $200 dollar discount to be put out, even though I ended up not going under&lt;br /&gt;3. The dentist and his assistant were so incredibly nice when I got my wisdom teeth pulled. So genuine and so kind. &lt;br /&gt;4. Sam took time out of her day to drive me to Pleasant Grove for my appointment. And then she took care of me for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;5. Sandra made me mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;6. Natalie and Mark got me a milkshake from the Malt Shoppe&lt;br /&gt;7. Ken called me just at the right moment and reassured me that everything was going to be okay&lt;br /&gt;8. Kenzie texted me to make sure that I had a good day&lt;br /&gt;9. Ivy drove me to the store at 1:00 am to get my prescriptions and soft food &lt;br /&gt;10. My mom and dad kept me in their prayers all week and now I know what people mean when they say they can feel peoples prayers.&lt;br /&gt;11. Rachel texted me to see how things were going with my friends&lt;br /&gt;12. Audrey texted me to say she missed me in class&lt;br /&gt;13. The girls in my PE class made sure that our video got set up right&lt;br /&gt;14. Adam wrote me a letter and it was super cute&lt;br /&gt;15. Ryan texted me to see how my test went&lt;br /&gt;16. Ivy bought hersheys kisses for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;17. My p.e teacher remembered my name after the first class&lt;br /&gt;18. My dance teacher made class really fun&lt;br /&gt;19. Carla wiped ice cream off my face since my lips were numb and I couldn't feel it&lt;br /&gt;20. My p.e partner drove me to class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4647227727339252784?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4647227727339252784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4647227727339252784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4647227727339252784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4647227727339252784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3229579448689996665</id><published>2011-11-01T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:23:20.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressed</title><content type='html'>So the past two weeks have been kind of overwhelming. They have been great and I've been having a lot of fun, but everyday it just seems&amp;nbsp; like there is too much to do with the time given (I understand how lame that sounds since right now I have time to rant on my blog). Last night I realized (while cleaning late for cleaning checks) that I do not understand how some people do it! So I guess I'm just thankful that I have the life I have and the few worries I have to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3229579448689996665?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3229579448689996665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3229579448689996665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3229579448689996665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3229579448689996665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/impressed.html' title='Impressed'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5527517211042412303</id><published>2011-10-17T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:10:16.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The unfortunate truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8kpQD2d2X4/Tp0J0EpGHYI/AAAAAAAAASY/HYfdhfza2AE/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8kpQD2d2X4/Tp0J0EpGHYI/AAAAAAAAASY/HYfdhfza2AE/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;(My shoes got the worst of it- they were trashed before, but now, as you can see by the discoloration, they are now completely gone cus of the puke. My friend Jeff's shoes got like 2 splats on it too. FML)&lt;br /&gt;So this is going to be short and simple: Tonight I went to my FHE brothers house to hang out, and I started laughing right after I had taken a drink of water and then the worst slash funniest thing ever happened- I PUKED! Seriously- I up-chucked my dinner and got it on their carpet, ruined my shoes and got it on my roommates pants. bahahahaha my life is seriously a joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5527517211042412303?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5527517211042412303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5527517211042412303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5527517211042412303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5527517211042412303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/10/unfortunate-truth.html' title='The unfortunate truth'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8kpQD2d2X4/Tp0J0EpGHYI/AAAAAAAAASY/HYfdhfza2AE/s72-c/IMG_1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6157580653792349396</id><published>2011-10-03T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:42:56.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a lot of Pinteresting things today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D1bNbfkG48/TopVJN4itvI/AAAAAAAAASA/-f2r3IFfGAY/s1600/IMG_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D1bNbfkG48/TopVJN4itvI/AAAAAAAAASA/-f2r3IFfGAY/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcNlaLT_EKw/TopVhZv-dnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JVw4irDhg8s/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcNlaLT_EKw/TopVhZv-dnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JVw4irDhg8s/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fc1wabv720/TopVmk37KUI/AAAAAAAAASU/OZqCfTlNxhA/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fc1wabv720/TopVmk37KUI/AAAAAAAAASU/OZqCfTlNxhA/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5xVg0WsQ6M/TopVRSNYV8I/AAAAAAAAASI/j-MA71TsO1Q/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5xVg0WsQ6M/TopVRSNYV8I/AAAAAAAAASI/j-MA71TsO1Q/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l076RGh38Sw/TopVb4oQT1I/AAAAAAAAASM/PVPlQfkh1FQ/s1600/IMG_1472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l076RGh38Sw/TopVb4oQT1I/AAAAAAAAASM/PVPlQfkh1FQ/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my attempt to be domestic I tried cooking a legit dinner. I made  spaghetti and meatballs but really, Carla made spaghetti and meatballs  because she helped me so much. I decided instead to just stick with what  I can do ...decorating. And thanks to Pinterest, I don't even have to  come up with the ideas, I just find them online and copy them!  Brilliant. Here are my latest projects :)&lt;span id="goog_473123425"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_473123426"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6157580653792349396?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6157580653792349396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6157580653792349396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6157580653792349396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6157580653792349396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-did-lot-of-pinteresting-things-today.html' title='I did a lot of Pinteresting things today'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D1bNbfkG48/TopVJN4itvI/AAAAAAAAASA/-f2r3IFfGAY/s72-c/IMG_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5300721258017419614</id><published>2011-09-26T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:17:54.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>First, I just want to say that goodbyes are not fun! Not fun at all. Marcus (my most awesome cousin ever who I swear is my twin separated by a year) came to Utah to visit before he left on his mission. It was great hanging out with him and showing him around BYU campus and Provo, but now he's gone and I won't see him for two years. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a Pinterest craze lately! But I actually did some of the crafts I pinned so it was worth it! My apartment is actually decorated and has proof that girls live in it now!&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wal-Mart. Sandra bought her bike there and I rode it home for her. Flat tire in less than 20 min. How about you sell a more shotty bike next time huh?! It was a funny time though. Just know that walking your bike is really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UfZrxUY8rU/ToAm_XOs6gI/AAAAAAAAARY/gQH73Er4T4Q/s1600/319087_10150308181058506_613548505_8133650_1036420272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UfZrxUY8rU/ToAm_XOs6gI/AAAAAAAAARY/gQH73Er4T4Q/s320/319087_10150308181058506_613548505_8133650_1036420272_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the church. Truest thing out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5300721258017419614?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5300721258017419614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5300721258017419614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5300721258017419614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5300721258017419614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UfZrxUY8rU/ToAm_XOs6gI/AAAAAAAAARY/gQH73Er4T4Q/s72-c/319087_10150308181058506_613548505_8133650_1036420272_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4098449660589100395</id><published>2011-09-22T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:11:44.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for General Conference!! I have been doing a lot of thinking about the church lately and I am so excited to hear from the prophets. I feel so incredibly blessed that I am able to hear from men who have such a strong testimony of God and are able to guide us to what we need to do. I know they are servants of God and can communicate with Him. Also, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkKblIMfmjI&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;I love Mormon Message! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASZwIU8RtQ/TnteB4XcqqI/AAAAAAAAARU/aJWYwfSh_Q0/s1600/twleve+apostles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASZwIU8RtQ/TnteB4XcqqI/AAAAAAAAARU/aJWYwfSh_Q0/s320/twleve+apostles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4098449660589100395?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4098449660589100395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4098449660589100395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4098449660589100395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4098449660589100395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/09/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASZwIU8RtQ/TnteB4XcqqI/AAAAAAAAARU/aJWYwfSh_Q0/s72-c/twleve+apostles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3483048607703318719</id><published>2011-09-12T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:46:50.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE (fun, happy entertainment)</title><content type='html'>Yea! A girl from my FHE just came by and let us know that we are doing linedancing for our activity tonight. YEEE HAWW!!! I love any kind of dancing and the fact that we are dancing as a group makes me super happy. Getting the chance to be goofy and uncoordinated will bring people together better than anything :) Also I'm just glad that we have FHE because it's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote, I am watching "Killer Outbreaks" right now....It's a miracle I am still alive. Germs are scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDuYx01tvUQ/Tm6ZtVJEjnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EOaBOT6IBJQ/s1600/Line-Dancing-Steps1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDuYx01tvUQ/Tm6ZtVJEjnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EOaBOT6IBJQ/s1600/Line-Dancing-Steps1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3483048607703318719?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3483048607703318719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3483048607703318719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3483048607703318719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3483048607703318719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/09/fhe-fun-happy-entertainment.html' title='FHE (fun, happy entertainment)'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDuYx01tvUQ/Tm6ZtVJEjnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EOaBOT6IBJQ/s72-c/Line-Dancing-Steps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-242707745542068294</id><published>2011-08-31T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:36:55.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P Party</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start out his blog post with my story of the three P's: Poop, Pee and Period. So during the summer I worked at Gold's Gym in the child care center. It was so fun because I worked with my cousin and some of the kids (Guel, Aranza, Broaden, Kayle, Kale and LeBre to be exact) were super cute and humored me by dancing with me during our dance off dance parties. However, on my last day of work this baby I was holding decided to take a big old dooce and, without me knowing, it exploded out of her diaper onto my arm!! When I handed her to another worker so I could start story time, I noticed a big, gray and yellow (seriously what was she eating) clump of poo. I ran to the bathroom, almost vomited and said ADIOS POOPY GOLDS GYM and biked home (I think I drove a car a total of 5 times this summer). So that was the first P.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I was at Priest Lake in beautiful Idaho for my family vacation. It was going great up to this point. I had enjoyed lots of skiiing and tubing. But then, sitting around the camp table, a red liquidish thing lands on my arm. Thanks squirrel above me for deciding to have your period blood land on me. (for reals thanks though- if I ever play "I have" I guarantee no on else has had a squirrel period on them so I would win)&lt;br /&gt;Third, I was taking family pictures and all of a sudden me and my (amazing) sister Rachel get peed on my a bird! It stunk soooooo bad!!! We put a smile on our face though, you can't tell we smell bad in the pictures I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B-O36da8s/Tl78bRGQl1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KavNkJrgItg/s1600/319160_10150350627508245_783278244_9620967_6532572_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B-O36da8s/Tl78bRGQl1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KavNkJrgItg/s320/319160_10150350627508245_783278244_9620967_6532572_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrBQanoX2ac/Tl79fB0Q4RI/AAAAAAAAARM/uNKrtbNd5T0/s1600/296170_10150350626513245_783278244_9620958_8186408_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrBQanoX2ac/Tl79fB0Q4RI/AAAAAAAAARM/uNKrtbNd5T0/s320/296170_10150350626513245_783278244_9620958_8186408_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fourth, Pictures!! (How hot is my mom, seriously)&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/8867163101553313320-242707745542068294?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/242707745542068294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=242707745542068294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/242707745542068294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/242707745542068294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/08/p-party.html' title='P Party'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4B-O36da8s/Tl78bRGQl1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KavNkJrgItg/s72-c/319160_10150350627508245_783278244_9620967_6532572_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-777465247815151707</id><published>2011-08-03T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:39:18.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's "Up Chuck?"</title><content type='html'>Bleh. So I am living at my sister Rachel's house for the summer. I love it because I have freedom and everything but I have no food. I have a really weird eating schedule and because there is usually such a long time in between when I eat I feel sick. For example, I went to a friends house for a party tonight and since I had just got off work I hadn't had dinner yet so I had smores for dinner. Bad choice because I might vomit right now. The only thing that sounds&amp;nbsp; consistently good is soda (diet doc pepper) because it's bubbly and makes my stomach feel so much better. I drank that after I worked out today because, like I said, its the only thing that sounds good. I felt like a fat lard though drinking pop right after a good workout. :) All I want is my old stomach back where I could eat tons and feel fine and some carrots because those sound really good right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4rffHRu8OQ/Tjj7Gh5JmVI/AAAAAAAAARE/319LNB1NgEg/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4rffHRu8OQ/Tjj7Gh5JmVI/AAAAAAAAARE/319LNB1NgEg/s1600/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-777465247815151707?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/777465247815151707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=777465247815151707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/777465247815151707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/777465247815151707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-up-chuck.html' title='What&apos;s &quot;Up Chuck?&quot;'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4rffHRu8OQ/Tjj7Gh5JmVI/AAAAAAAAARE/319LNB1NgEg/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2580567476129317586</id><published>2011-07-24T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:01:47.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats not my name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO53YLaVjBY/Tiz4jTUoIiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/91AnUuWOK-U/s1600/frontblog112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO53YLaVjBY/Tiz4jTUoIiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/91AnUuWOK-U/s1600/frontblog112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend recently asked me if my parents got my name from a popular 60's song. I said," no, my other brother thought of the name, why?" Apparently &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1XEZBsjFaU"&gt;this song &lt;/a&gt;was in the top 10 during the 60's. I was busting up laughing during the whole thing because the lyrics are pretty cheesy and it's a pretty boring song but it's fun to know that there is a song with my name in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are they lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;- Artist: Johnny Mathis&lt;br /&gt;- peak Billboard position # 6 in 1962&lt;br /&gt;- Words and Music by Paul Vance and Leon Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina, Gina, I kissed you once and then&lt;br /&gt;I felt so wonderful, so very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina (Gina), Gina (Gina), I can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;I've ever felt a kiss that made me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, oh, look at you&lt;br /&gt;So warm, so sweet, so shy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, oh, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm such a lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have Gina, Gina all for my very own&lt;br /&gt;It's much too wonderful, so very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;To know that Gina is mine alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look at you, oh, look at you&lt;br /&gt;So warm, so sweet, so shy&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, oh, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm such a lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have Gina (Gina), Gina (Gina) all for my very own&lt;br /&gt;It's much too wonderful, so very wonderful&lt;br /&gt;To know that Gina is mine (Gina is mine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2580567476129317586?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2580567476129317586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2580567476129317586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2580567476129317586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2580567476129317586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-not-my-name.html' title='Thats not my name!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO53YLaVjBY/Tiz4jTUoIiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/91AnUuWOK-U/s72-c/frontblog112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7872246375522590001</id><published>2011-07-03T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:33:53.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>So I was riding my bike home today (I ride my bike everywhere because I don't have a car) and as I passed my Papa (grandpa's) house I saw that he was out there on the porch taking a little nap. I decided to sit and talk with him for a while. Best decision of the day. That old man is amazing! We were talking just like I would talk to a friend. We talked about golfing, horse riding, scouting, school and our family. It was really cool to hear him say how much he loves my family and how proud of his son, my dad, he is. It was cool to talk to him about how it feels to grow old and see your kids have kids who have kids, to lose the freedom to drive, and energy. Thank goodness that I am still young! I think I will definitely need to hang out with him a lot more. He does only live down the street so it really won't be that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXzWBJrjug/ThAa6HBE1LI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6q9rfKAO2nM/s1600/papa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXzWBJrjug/ThAa6HBE1LI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6q9rfKAO2nM/s320/papa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7872246375522590001?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7872246375522590001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7872246375522590001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7872246375522590001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7872246375522590001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/07/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXzWBJrjug/ThAa6HBE1LI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6q9rfKAO2nM/s72-c/papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7625449383610279529</id><published>2011-06-15T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:25:24.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference...</title><content type='html'>So you know that song, "What a difference a day makes"? Well if you don't, you should first look it up and give it a good listen. I would like to change the words around to "What a difference a shave makes". Holy cow, all day I was walking around and it felt like I had cactus legs. I of course did not shower this morning to shave them because it is finals week and who really showers when you have to cram and study right? Well apparently me because I stayed up until midnight studying for History of Creativity and when I got back home, I really needed to study for D&amp;amp;C but I wanted to watch the Bachelorette. My logic late at night is clearly not the best because I proceeded to watch it (by the way, I love both the Bens but Ashley needs to stop talking about her dang feelings so much and live it up- she's in Thailand with 11 hotties, come one now). Anyways, once I was finally done watching it, I studied for an hour and a half, woke up four hours later and studied some more. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I did well. We will see. But back to my legs. I have shaved them now and it feels so good! Kinda like a babies bottom. Kinda wish I still had my baby bottom smooth skin- that could be creepy though. On another happy note- I am DONE with finals!! Whoo! Nine months of school and now for a two month break. Life is wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Z6Ai7pMPQ/TfmFPS2qdgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mqpkijRYy1U/s1600/razor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Z6Ai7pMPQ/TfmFPS2qdgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mqpkijRYy1U/s320/razor2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7625449383610279529?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7625449383610279529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7625449383610279529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7625449383610279529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7625449383610279529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-difference.html' title='What a difference...'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66Z6Ai7pMPQ/TfmFPS2qdgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mqpkijRYy1U/s72-c/razor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2823323036247617401</id><published>2011-05-29T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:25:13.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearer my God to Thee</title><content type='html'>I am amazed by the power of good music. I have been listening to the BYU Vocal Point version of "Nearer My God to Thee" ( &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9UsDl5gSuo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9UsDl5gSuo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; )for the past hour and I have felt so much peace. It tells me three things. The first is that I am so thankful for those who have to talent and share it so I can enjoy it. Second, that music has a very strong influence over who I am and what I feel. It is nice to know that if I want to feel the spirit, one thing I can do is simply turn on a good song and I can feel peace. Third, I know the church is true. It was fast and testimony meeting today and I didn't get up but I do know the church is true. Everything about it just makes sense and it has helped me become who I am today so I am extremely thankful I was raised in it. Also, because I am in the church and because I was lucky enough to come to BYU, I have met the most amazing friends. I had such a fun time with them this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1g_lzBh87g/TeLHR2l4nTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fSleCYbQGbg/s1600/250331_10150206539527705_603472704_7189114_2083037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1g_lzBh87g/TeLHR2l4nTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fSleCYbQGbg/s320/250331_10150206539527705_603472704_7189114_2083037_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2823323036247617401?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2823323036247617401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2823323036247617401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2823323036247617401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2823323036247617401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/nearer-my-god-to-thee.html' title='Nearer my God to Thee'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1g_lzBh87g/TeLHR2l4nTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fSleCYbQGbg/s72-c/250331_10150206539527705_603472704_7189114_2083037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7041867834471825360</id><published>2011-05-23T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:15:46.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfBdkHvj_A/TdqGC-WhbxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BFvMHHmm6Mk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfBdkHvj_A/TdqGC-WhbxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BFvMHHmm6Mk/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR7ygAjGGZA/TdqGLO2MiZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Mw2NHdKBxqk/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR7ygAjGGZA/TdqGLO2MiZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Mw2NHdKBxqk/s1600/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui7qm_DwrdA/TdqGHVCD1QI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KGYczZ99gY8/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui7qm_DwrdA/TdqGHVCD1QI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KGYczZ99gY8/s1600/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzuha3Xly8k/TdqGLvglgoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xvi40n11XF4/s1600/index2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzuha3Xly8k/TdqGLvglgoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xvi40n11XF4/s1600/index2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wmbuozH9U0/TdqGQuOiyoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7e5AS-jNrVw/s1600/index3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wmbuozH9U0/TdqGQuOiyoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7e5AS-jNrVw/s1600/index3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since Spring term is sadly only 3 weeks from being over, I have been doing some reflecting...and these pictures pretty much sum up my first year at college: super excited for a new experience, lonely and home-sick, stressed out, happy trying new things, and finally, victorious. So much has changed and I have experienced so much in the past year and I am beyond thankful for the friends I have made along the way and the new people I meet I am becoming friends with.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure that if I had shown my "first few months at college self" the friends I would make and how much I would end up loving BYU and The Brittany Apartments, I really don't think I would have believed myself. Life is back on track, life is good, people are so nice, and I am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7041867834471825360?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7041867834471825360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7041867834471825360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7041867834471825360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7041867834471825360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/loser-like-me.html' title='Loser like me'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wUfBdkHvj_A/TdqGC-WhbxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BFvMHHmm6Mk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1715713487424661530</id><published>2011-05-19T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:39:10.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller-coaster ride</title><content type='html'>I went on a roller coaster ride today! Not really, but pretty much- I think I felt almost every emotion possible today. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up: good night sleep, feeling good and refrehed&lt;br /&gt;Classes: Content, I really like the friends I have made in Physical science&lt;br /&gt;Library: Sleepy..leading to a nice nap in the library&lt;br /&gt;Chilling at home: Frustrated over inconsiderate people I thought wouldn't bother me and a falling through of plans. Rejection for being rejected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Run: I was slower than usual and I was kinda breaking down because I was stressed out and had that feeling (that Ive been getting a lot lately) that I am not doing enough with my life. But then I found a swing set and found that ten minutes swinging really cleared my head. I left feeling so much stronger and felt like I could tackle pretty much everything thrown at me&lt;br /&gt;Home: Super happy because I got asked on a date for Saturday to watch rugby- cute boy plus rugby? yes please. &lt;br /&gt;Phone call with mis amigos: Excitement because those plans that fell through...well they're happening! We're going to CALI this Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya6r6SBZ5gY/TdXUJ8VirtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0B-n2zx978A/s1600/rollercoaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya6r6SBZ5gY/TdXUJ8VirtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0B-n2zx978A/s320/rollercoaster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now it's time for my ultimate Frisbee game. If we win I will be able to add exhaustion and victory to my roller coaster today. If we lose, then I can add exhaustion an disappointment. Let's hope for the first huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1715713487424661530?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1715713487424661530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1715713487424661530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1715713487424661530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1715713487424661530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller-coaster ride'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ya6r6SBZ5gY/TdXUJ8VirtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0B-n2zx978A/s72-c/rollercoaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6787080069025725764</id><published>2011-05-18T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:57:27.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Lately my days have been mostly filled with hours of classes and studying in between.&amp;nbsp; I really do enjoy getting an education but sometimes I just get so sick of sitting on my booty for what seems like endless hours! I swear by the end of spring term I will have a pancake for a butt. My classes are interesting and I am learning a lot about earth, earths history, creativity, ancient civilizations, backpacking and Joseph Smith. I just wish more of this learning was hands on because I feel like I am going to forget half of the stuff I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kind of wish I could be better at achieving my goals. Things I need to do better on: reading the scriptures everyday, serving others and doing meaningful tasks during my free time instead of facebook. I guess it is ironic since I am writing on here during a little of my free time. I'll get back to my readings now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38J5mHTxCMk/TdP6bSpv9NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6B7lkF3_3G4/s1600/tumblr_kyq8r1uQz31qzcn8zo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38J5mHTxCMk/TdP6bSpv9NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6B7lkF3_3G4/s320/tumblr_kyq8r1uQz31qzcn8zo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6787080069025725764?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6787080069025725764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6787080069025725764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6787080069025725764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6787080069025725764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38J5mHTxCMk/TdP6bSpv9NI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6B7lkF3_3G4/s72-c/tumblr_kyq8r1uQz31qzcn8zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-908216836881518844</id><published>2011-05-16T21:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:56:21.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest thing Ive ever read (from dooce.com)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dooce.com/2011/05/16/we-need-official-clown-car"&gt;We need an official clown car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;Saturday afternoon my friend Cami  and I took both girls to get some ice cream. It was an outing that  required just the right amount of effort for a weekend afternoon: not  too much like chasing a toddler around a park so that she doesn't impale  herself on a fence, not too little like falling asleep on the couch and  letting the toddler scribble on your face with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled into the parking lot I leisurely glanced to the car  parked on my left to make sure I had left enough room only to see a  woman sitting in its passenger seat molesting her ice cream cone. What  she was doing to that thing is probably illegal in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;Before I turned the car off I told Cami to look at the porn unfolding  next to us, and by the look on Cami's face I could tell that it was  only getting worse. So I did what I never should have done and I took  another look. That woman was doing things with her tongue that should  not be shared outside of one's bedroom. Let's just say that her ice  cream cone was going to be in a great mood the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;You guys, there are people out there right now eating ice cream cones in public just like she was, and they're thinking &lt;em&gt;no big deal.&lt;/em&gt;  Let me tell you what, ice cream cone eater: YOU'RE WRONG. The only way  you can eat an ice cream cone and not look like a pervert is with a  spoon. So I decided right then that I will only ever eat an ice cream  cone in front of Jon. And probably Mila Kunis.&lt;br /&gt;After we thoroughly got the barfing sounds out of our mouths we took  the kids inside and ordered our treats. Having been so recently  shell-shocked, both Cami and I ordered our ice cream in cups. But Leta  wanted a cone, a chocolate-dipped cone, and since I was feeling generous  I let her get the regular scoop and not the kid-sized scoop. I will  bring this up when she asks for presents come Christmas. What? Presents  are for &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt;. Kids who eat kid-sized scoops. BOO-YAH.&lt;br /&gt;We found a table near the door and began eating when a kid two tables  over started making a racket. I looked up only because it was so sudden  and noticed that he was wearing a sheet draped over his shoulder like  in ancient Rome. Weird, I thought to myself, and as I scooped a spoonful  of ice cream into Marlo's mouth Cami goes, "DOUBLE-YOU TEE EFF,  HEATHER. Why is that kid wearing bed linens?"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was playing dress up? Maybe he thinks the ancient Romans had  it right all along? Who knows, he's probably three years old, and when  your kid is that age you'll let them wear their pajamas to church if it  makes them stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;But right then that kid lifted up his sheet to reveal that he was not  wearing any underpants whatsoever. And with the sheet still pulled up  around his waist he climbed up into his chair and sat bare-butt in the  seat. Turns out we still had barfing noises to spare.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, DUDE, CAMI, are you thinking about your own seat now? Who  was sitting here before I was sitting here, and had that person  recently wiped? Turns out that this thought can spiral in a thousand  different and unpleasant directions, so it's best to not consider the  previous occupant of your seat at all. You can redirect your attention  to the image of someone having sex with an ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;That kid and his family left while we were waiting for Leta Must  Savor Every Moment Of Her Ice Cream Cone Armstrong to finish up. I had  to chase Marlo around, distracting her with spoons and napkins, and the  whole time I kept going, Leta! Seriously! Speed it up just a bit! Her  response? &lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you ever heard of brain freeze, &lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;I set Marlo down so that I could bow to Leta's superior frozen food  knowledge when suddenly Marlo made a mad dash. It's like the radar in  her head had gone off, and she took off for that contaminated chair. &lt;em&gt;MUST. CONTRACT. DISFIGURING. DISEASE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was going to be fast enough, but in fact, I was so  not fast enough that not only did she rub her hands all over that chair,  &lt;em&gt;she rubbed her face on it, too.&lt;/em&gt; THE? Since when did she start  going around rubbing her face on chairs? Especially chairs that have  been smudged by the butt cheeks of a stranger who most likely doesn't  know how to use a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Cami didn't rush to my side with the wipes I had luckily packed for  the trip, no. In fact, she sat in her seat and started laughing so hard  that she sounded like a pick-up truck whose starter is broken. I yanked  Marlo up and slung her over my shoulder, marched her back to our table  and proceeded to give her a bath right there, starting with her  ass-stained face.&lt;br /&gt;I think the chorus to this song goes, "This shit just happens to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-908216836881518844?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/908216836881518844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=908216836881518844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/908216836881518844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/908216836881518844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/funniest-thing-ive-ever-read-from.html' title='Funniest thing Ive ever read (from dooce.com)'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4562887486594110876</id><published>2011-05-08T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T15:15:21.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>Day 10: A song that you can fall asleep to: "Heartbeats" by Jose Gonzales. I found this guy thanks to pandora and I added to my "chill music" playlist on youtube and its usually this song that makes me feel the most relaxed. His voice is so good and it is just so peaceful I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4_4abCWw-w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4_4abCWw-w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4562887486594110876?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4562887486594110876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4562887486594110876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4562887486594110876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4562887486594110876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6530975049546796268</id><published>2011-05-07T11:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:42:41.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Day 9: A song that you can dance to: "Blow!" by Kesha. I will pretty much dance to anything and everything but this song just makes me want to grow crazy...probably because Kesha is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFWX0hWCbng"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFWX0hWCbng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my most favorite cousin has been called to serve his mission in Brazil! I was so glad that I was able to be on the phone when he answered it to hear his reaction. I started crying but only because I am so darn proud of him! I am really happy that he has to wait around until Oct 12th to leave though because now I get to work with him at Gold's Gym all summer. Cousin party at work?! I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab9YY97fCRc/TcWD-QMITlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CCErlbn63Hc/s1600/23643_422402281928_735701928_5009666_6972150_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab9YY97fCRc/TcWD-QMITlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CCErlbn63Hc/s320/23643_422402281928_735701928_5009666_6972150_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzQ74Nt1USo/TcWD-i8secI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7mKASZb8S94/s1600/n735701928_1854786_2821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzQ74Nt1USo/TcWD-i8secI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7mKASZb8S94/s320/n735701928_1854786_2821.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We haven't changed much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6530975049546796268?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6530975049546796268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6530975049546796268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6530975049546796268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6530975049546796268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab9YY97fCRc/TcWD-QMITlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CCErlbn63Hc/s72-c/23643_422402281928_735701928_5009666_6972150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3818243076112800382</id><published>2011-05-06T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:56:00.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Day 8: A song that you know all the lyrics to: "Its a great day to be alive" by Travis Tritt. I only know all the words to this song because I'm pretty sure every time I would drive around with Kari we would play it because it would make us so happy :) I thought of this song when I was on my run today up by the Y because it was so pretty and when I stopped for a second to look at the view all I could think of what how pretty it was and how happy I am to be alive in living in such a pretty area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKipMUbXPKo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKipMUbXPKo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3818243076112800382?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3818243076112800382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3818243076112800382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3818243076112800382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3818243076112800382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5886229508644391698</id><published>2011-05-04T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:46:41.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 7: A song that reminds you of a certain even: "Boogie Shoes" danced by Lauren and Kent on So You Think You Can Dance. It reminds me of the SYTYCD tour this past November and all the fun times watching the show with my sisters! The new season starts this month on the 28th and I CANT wait!! I am super duper excited!! It won't be the same watching it without Kareen and Rachel but I am still way excited for it to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef8e_JENKNA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef8e_JENKNA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5886229508644391698?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5886229508644391698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5886229508644391698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5886229508644391698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5886229508644391698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7622628346413533003</id><published>2011-05-03T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:26:37.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Day 6: A song that you reminds you of somewhere. "The office theme song". Macie's house for three years watching The Office was so much fun. I don't know if we actually watched that much of it because we always got distracted having fun. Her house was always a blast! I don't think I ever went there without being offered her moms delicious brownies a Gatorade or feeling like I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9GilKnpiv0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9GilKnpiv0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7622628346413533003?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7622628346413533003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7622628346413533003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7622628346413533003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7622628346413533003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8358366651052346886</id><published>2011-05-02T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:16:49.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Day 5: A song that reminds you of someone. "I love you always forever" by Donna Lewis. This song reminds me of my amazing sister Kareen :) This was our theme song when I was much younger and whenever it would come on we would sing it nice and loud. I remember one time she was dropping me off at my house after&amp;nbsp; hanging out and it came on so we just sat there and listened to it. I don't think she has any idea how much I love this song just because it reminds me of her. I hope I can be half the friend to her kids that she is to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqdWTeXWvOg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqdWTeXWvOg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8358366651052346886?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8358366651052346886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8358366651052346886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8358366651052346886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8358366651052346886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6905588424857262821</id><published>2011-05-01T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:43:05.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4: A song that makes you sad. This one was easy, "Home" by Michael Buble. I love this song, but it does make me want to go home and it makes me miss the easiness of being with my family and hearing all my nieces and nephews running around. I am enjoying spring term so far but my brain is not really wanting to focus on school and there isn't a whole lot of social stuff going on so I do miss home and wish I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially want to be home right now because I am missing all my friends farewell talks for their missions and I'm going to miss Marcus open his mission call. I have been anxiously awaiting his call for months and now I will only get to be on speaker phone when he gets it, I will probably cry out of joy/being sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxz6Zkl85GA&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxz6Zkl85GA&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6905588424857262821?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6905588424857262821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6905588424857262821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6905588424857262821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6905588424857262821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5714888556150722077</id><published>2011-04-30T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:23:37.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>I missed yesterday, But I'll still do day 3: A song that makes me happy. This one was easy peasy. "Good Life" by One Republic makes me feel so good! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZhQOvvV45w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZhQOvvV45w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5714888556150722077?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5714888556150722077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5714888556150722077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5714888556150722077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5714888556150722077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1883543463988134090</id><published>2011-04-28T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:08:13.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day two: My least favorite song: "Make a Memory" by Bon Jovi. It has made me cringe since the first time I heard it and for reason I just can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWuZMBtrc1E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWuZMBtrc1E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1883543463988134090?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1883543463988134090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1883543463988134090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1883543463988134090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1883543463988134090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5823598091173915105</id><published>2011-04-27T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:24:16.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day song challenge</title><content type='html'>I loved listening to the songs Marcus would put up so I decided to do it too. Day one is my favorite song.."Here comes the sun" by the Beatles. There were tons of songs that were close to being my favorite but this one always makes me happy and I've loved it ever since I watched "The Parent Trap" and the 1000 times I heard it while re-watching that movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6tV11acSRk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-5823598091173915105?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5823598091173915105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5823598091173915105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5823598091173915105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5823598091173915105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-song-challenge.html' title='30 day song challenge'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6902587094829181967</id><published>2011-04-06T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:11:43.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you always forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh_MslI96CE/TZzW02siH3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rJ3a-xMzpeM/s1600/36052_497906576928_735701928_6899913_1086987_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh_MslI96CE/TZzW02siH3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rJ3a-xMzpeM/s320/36052_497906576928_735701928_6899913_1086987_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I got a text from my amazing sister Kareen that said, "Claire was saying, "that's surprising" a lot yesterday. I asked if that was her favorite word and she said, "no, Gina is my favorite word".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Really Claire, could you get ANY cuter?! I love my little bff. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6902587094829181967?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6902587094829181967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6902587094829181967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6902587094829181967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6902587094829181967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-always-forever.html' title='I love you always forever'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh_MslI96CE/TZzW02siH3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rJ3a-xMzpeM/s72-c/36052_497906576928_735701928_6899913_1086987_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4602100856884495594</id><published>2011-04-01T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:50:24.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around and run away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2j0PII1KOdY/TZYoFi1M1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X8U9-WZfkiY/s1600/IMG_0781%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2j0PII1KOdY/TZYoFi1M1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X8U9-WZfkiY/s320/IMG_0781%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yesterday during my stats test I drew these doodles whenever I needed a break from the test. (I re-drew them since we can't take our scratch paper out of the testing center). I started out so optimistic and nervous, then I bored, then I got concerned that all my studying was for nothing. I then took a little break to eat some Mentos. Those were good and the name made me think of&amp;nbsp; some good looking men so I got a little distracted for a little bit but then I went back to working on the test. And to top off a successful studying and testing day I played basketball with mis amigos. It is really a shame that this semester is ending..&lt;br /&gt;....although that does mean that I will be able to wear my "immodest" clothing again. I swear sometimes it gets ridiculous. Like today I wore a tshirt that showed my upper arm...not even my shoulder and it was so immodest that I couldn't get my meal at the cannon center. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is all. I'm now going to enjoy the sunshine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4602100856884495594?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4602100856884495594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4602100856884495594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4602100856884495594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4602100856884495594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/turn-around-and-run-away.html' title='Turn around and run away!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2j0PII1KOdY/TZYoFi1M1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X8U9-WZfkiY/s72-c/IMG_0781%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7715283503703202129</id><published>2011-03-29T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:20:43.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEN74KYKpBo/TZKC4EqTrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/we9tRgSQaIc/s1600/zumba_dance-273x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEN74KYKpBo/TZKC4EqTrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/we9tRgSQaIc/s1600/zumba_dance-273x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I was dancing to Zumba tonight I was thinking, "Hey, Zumba is really fun!" and, "I should be working on my essay or studying stats!!" (sidenote: I'm still thinking that as I write this..and I'm still not working on either one)&lt;br /&gt;I figure when I get old and start reminiscing I will be happy to talk to my grand kids about how when I was "young and hip" I used to get down on the dance floor! I might also give them a preview of my booty shakes and pumps, just to gross them out (although I'm pretty sure if I saw my grandma dancing, I would probably die of laughter and then gain huge respect for her). It is in my blood to love dancing though..that same grandma I was just talking about used to dance in an old lady dance crew...sequin outfits, fringe, tights and all.&lt;br /&gt;Preview: (not actually her, but she looked a lot like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJJHLhsZRI/TZKE2vJQ6LI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wst9FLZMVZM/s1600/Tap_Grandmas_004555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJJHLhsZRI/TZKE2vJQ6LI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wst9FLZMVZM/s320/Tap_Grandmas_004555.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So maybe when I get to be this old (please let that come slowly!) I can change out my zumba dancing for some tap dancing. Although I don't (and no one take offense please) actually like tap dancing, I think it looks silly. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is about all. I am now going to actually start my essay and then study for statistics. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7715283503703202129?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7715283503703202129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7715283503703202129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7715283503703202129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7715283503703202129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Just another day in paradise'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEN74KYKpBo/TZKC4EqTrLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/we9tRgSQaIc/s72-c/zumba_dance-273x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2125708223323392247</id><published>2011-03-27T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:07:42.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>So despite the post title...I'm not in misery, I'm just in love with Adam Levine, the man who sings that song. I think he could be the actual definition in Webster's dictionary for the word "sexy". &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just thought I would update this little thing, even though I am pretty sure Kenzie is the only one who reads this on any kind of a basis. Shout out to you Kenzie! :)&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea how a month has already gone by since&amp;nbsp; I last posted anything-time is seriously going by too fast! Winter semester is coming to an end and soon I will no longer be a freshman and Ill be out of the dorms and I will have to make my own food instead of running to the Cannon Center. I feel like if life keeps going at this pace I will be an old grandma before I know it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfnXi0GL2c/TZAW_O6wVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BMClyh_vU8I/s1600/189484_10150137979073375_739413374_6601463_8116906_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfnXi0GL2c/TZAW_O6wVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BMClyh_vU8I/s320/189484_10150137979073375_739413374_6601463_8116906_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really do have such a perfect life though-I have loving friends, loving family, the gospel, safety, a place to sleep every night, food and a bright future. Speaking of friends, I had a blast with them at the festival of colors this past weekend! I'm so glad that I get to go to college with my bestest friend Kari-everything is clean and fun when she is around and I love her for it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2125708223323392247?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2125708223323392247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2125708223323392247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2125708223323392247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2125708223323392247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/03/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfnXi0GL2c/TZAW_O6wVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BMClyh_vU8I/s72-c/189484_10150137979073375_739413374_6601463_8116906_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6660021312223496500</id><published>2011-02-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:11:32.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwHzIjLuWc/TWXmvebphyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TSuPwQqG_0I/s1600/missionary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwHzIjLuWc/TWXmvebphyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TSuPwQqG_0I/s1600/missionary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So.....well I really don't know what is in store for me in the future, but the past two days I have had a strong feeling that I should serve a mission. I have always wanted to do a service abroad somewhere and what a better way to do that than by serving the Lord for two years? Its all up in the air of course because a lot can happen in a year and a half but it is a real possibility. I would be the first sister missionary in my family, so that would be neat. Also sometimes I feel SO selfish because I have the gospel in my life and its the greatest thing ever and I have done almost nothing to share it with others! I also went to a missionary prep fireside tonight given by Elder Cook the the 70. It was really cool and the stories he gave were so inspirational. I respect the guys who so willingly go on missions! Maybe I will go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6660021312223496500?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6660021312223496500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6660021312223496500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6660021312223496500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6660021312223496500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/02/mission.html' title='Mission?'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwHzIjLuWc/TWXmvebphyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TSuPwQqG_0I/s72-c/missionary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7204522708397057360</id><published>2011-02-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:15:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A real name please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3m8jdtSe8s/TV4OWfUFhrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z4pqE69cxco/s1600/girl-stick-figure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3m8jdtSe8s/TV4OWfUFhrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z4pqE69cxco/s320/girl-stick-figure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574909168256911026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So my name obviously is one of a kind and it gets made fun of a lot-I've been called va(GINA) Dickman, Dickerman, and just plain G Dick. I'm still waiting for people to realize that no matter what they call me, I've heard it a THOUSAND times before. However, I recently hit a new blow to my name while applying for a scholarship. When I entered my name it came up saying, "Hey now, how about a real first name?" I tried a few more times but apparently the computer has more common sense than my parents to know that the name Gina Dickman is embarrassing and so I proceeded to enter my sisters name instead. So even though marriage is not the first thing on my mind right now I really can't wait to ditch the combo of Gina Dickman and have something a little less embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my name being weird life is amazing right now! I am so incredibly blessed it is almost ridiculous. When I think about everything I have been given I feel guilty just because I know so many people out there have it so much worse than I do and do more with what they are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. All my guy friends are getting their mission calls. Since when did we all grow up?! I am so proud of them all though- I know they will all be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7204522708397057360?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7204522708397057360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7204522708397057360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7204522708397057360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7204522708397057360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-name-please.html' title='A real name please!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3m8jdtSe8s/TV4OWfUFhrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z4pqE69cxco/s72-c/girl-stick-figure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6288639179381255427</id><published>2011-01-19T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:46:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt the need to procrastinate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TTfZJpQn4BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VlrH_bBL44U/s1600/hug_o_war.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564154624357163026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TTfZJpQn4BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VlrH_bBL44U/s320/hug_o_war.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;So I should be reading poetry right now for my English class, but those things are &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; I tell you-the last one I read was about a man saying he needed to be raped by God in order to be born again. I really have &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; why I ever need to learn that. However, I do feel that Shel Silverstein's poetry is very worthwhile so I am procrastinating with his fun stuff. I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; this one- along with all of his other stuff. Anyways...I will get back to work now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Also-kind of a sidenote- I am officially applied as an el ed major. That is one step in the right direction as far as the whole knowing where my life is going thing. Yea!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6288639179381255427?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6288639179381255427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6288639179381255427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6288639179381255427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6288639179381255427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-felt-need-to-procrastinate.html' title='I felt the need to procrastinate'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TTfZJpQn4BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VlrH_bBL44U/s72-c/hug_o_war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1973398690800587786</id><published>2010-12-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:44:53.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TPp582sfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ph9tOIwAsOU/s1600/FuturePower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546879977441402946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TPp582sfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ph9tOIwAsOU/s200/FuturePower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have all these plans for my future and big hopes and dreams, but lately I have realized that in a matter of minutes, life can change without warning. I guess that is why God has given us the gospel and our families so that even when things happen we always have those to lean on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a magical geanie to tell me what I will grow up to be like and how everything will turn out, but I guess the not knowing is what makes life interesting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Dave Barnes, God Gave me you" Listen to it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1973398690800587786?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1973398690800587786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1973398690800587786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1973398690800587786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1973398690800587786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up...'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TPp582sfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ph9tOIwAsOU/s72-c/FuturePower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2932709930758614452</id><published>2010-11-23T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:07:19.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake my Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TOwe51KG5UI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-AQqgBTwKB0/s1600/papermoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TOwe51KG5UI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-AQqgBTwKB0/s320/papermoth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542839220257088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In these bodies we will live&lt;br /&gt;In these bodies we will die&lt;br /&gt;Where you invest your love&lt;br /&gt;You invest your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumford and Sons have some great (and true) lyrics. I think I invest my love and my life in my family, friends, school, the gospel and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home for Thanksgiving break and so obviously Ive been hanging out with my family, which makes me very happy. I spent most of Saturday night playing WWI, WWII and WWIII with my nieces and nephew. It was way more fun than I expected...even though Dillon gave me a dead leg! But it was so fun and Claire and Abby were my protectors, and they did a great job! We ended up surrendering to the boys all three wars, but we put up a good fight. They are all growing up so fast it is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire also said something that made my day-Her dad asked if he could have a hug and a snuggle and she said, "No daddy, Gina is in town" :D It's a good thing she is so loyal because she'll always be my little BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2932709930758614452?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2932709930758614452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2932709930758614452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2932709930758614452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2932709930758614452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/awake-my-soul.html' title='Awake my Soul'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TOwe51KG5UI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-AQqgBTwKB0/s72-c/papermoth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6052008730098725127</id><published>2010-11-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:10:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want God to Laugh at you, Tell Him your plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwO2_IDjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LvRZrjwxaJI/s1600/todo_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540395367176605234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwO2_IDjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LvRZrjwxaJI/s320/todo_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwOtyEbOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NGiNpWZx6sM/s1600/mexico.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540395364705922274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwOtyEbOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NGiNpWZx6sM/s320/mexico.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwOJMtB2I/AAAAAAAAANs/a9Xim4Lq3GE/s1600/PC-37-1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540395354885523298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwOJMtB2I/AAAAAAAAANs/a9Xim4Lq3GE/s320/PC-37-1419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwN7FwupI/AAAAAAAAANk/wgQdt5-WhuA/s1600/BYU%252520Cougars%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540395351098309266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwN7FwupI/AAAAAAAAANk/wgQdt5-WhuA/s320/BYU%252520Cougars%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwNVvxBHI/AAAAAAAAANc/HOb0GghjyTg/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540395341073941618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwNVvxBHI/AAAAAAAAANc/HOb0GghjyTg/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, I just have to say that the Great Mackenzie P. told me that quote. I really liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I thought that since Thanksgiving is coming, I would make a post about some of the things I am thankful for for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do: I am thankful for days when I have the motivation to get everything done-they are rare, so its a great feeling when they do come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexico Flag: I have decided to go to Mexico next fall to teach English to little ninos. I am really thankful for opportunities that I am given-I am given so many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music note: As I was walking home from my volleyball game, this cute soccer boy was singing outloud. He was not singing well, and it made me laugh. I am thankful for people who are willing to look like fools that make me get a good laugh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYU: Yep...I am thankful for BYU and what it makes me do and what it gives me a chance to become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends: Fun weekends and finally making some friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I am really thankful that Brad and Holly are able to drive me home for Thanksgiving-only a few more days!!!&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;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/8867163101553313320-6052008730098725127?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6052008730098725127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6052008730098725127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6052008730098725127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6052008730098725127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-want-god-to-laugh-at-you-tell.html' title='If you want God to Laugh at you, Tell Him your plans'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TONwO2_IDjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LvRZrjwxaJI/s72-c/todo_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-729034027348921124</id><published>2010-11-11T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:31:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesnt cost a thing to smile, you don't have to pay to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNzdsjKaGqI/AAAAAAAAANM/4sg6DFft_10/s1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538545399181744802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNzdsjKaGqI/AAAAAAAAANM/4sg6DFft_10/s320/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seek the Higher Ground: &lt;div&gt;Well this Mormon message has made me want to serve abroad. I think it would be so much fun to go with a friend, travel to a far away land and serve the people for a few months. Now I just need to find a program to do it, and someone to go with, and do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now though I just stick with Freerice.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out. It is the easiest way to serve AND get some knowledge in- I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8867163101553313320-729034027348921124?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/729034027348921124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=729034027348921124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/729034027348921124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/729034027348921124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-doesnt-cost-thing-to-smile-you-dont.html' title='It doesnt cost a thing to smile, you don&apos;t have to pay to laugh'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNzdsjKaGqI/AAAAAAAAANM/4sg6DFft_10/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1626241814504235547</id><published>2010-11-05T17:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:55:18.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of all Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNSZU6RPOVI/AAAAAAAAANE/UKVQlEfiMHw/s1600/148584_10150098545176929_735701928_7157497_6224251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536218426463172946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNSZU6RPOVI/AAAAAAAAANE/UKVQlEfiMHw/s400/148584_10150098545176929_735701928_7157497_6224251_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have to start this by thanking Kareen, Jill and Rachel for getting me hooked on So You Think You Can Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I need to thank Holly for coming to watch the tour with me last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was seriously the best show ever. Waiting for it to start was fun, counting down for the dancers to come out was a thrill, watching them come on stage for the first time made me scream so loud I felt like I was going to throw up, watching them dance blew my mind, and getting to take pictures with them afterwards was the topping of the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I think I may cry tonight at 7:30 because I really just want to be able to watch them again. Some bands have groupies, but I think SYTYCD needs some too and I would be more than willing to join in. Especially if I got a kiss from Robert and Kent everytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For reals though, it was such an amazing night that I will probably never forget!! Thanks for making it so much fun Holly!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1626241814504235547?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1626241814504235547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1626241814504235547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1626241814504235547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1626241814504235547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/night-of-all-nights.html' title='Night of all Nights'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TNSZU6RPOVI/AAAAAAAAANE/UKVQlEfiMHw/s72-c/148584_10150098545176929_735701928_7157497_6224251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6872075661819043790</id><published>2010-10-17T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:42:33.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq6vON0HI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s-cSLUfohBw/s1600/IMG_1921%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130524868464754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq6vON0HI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s-cSLUfohBw/s320/IMG_1921%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq6NdKGMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1ZL3885O1Jw/s1600/IMG_1911%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130515804330178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq6NdKGMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1ZL3885O1Jw/s320/IMG_1911%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq5hDZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tQwCWs89Zg0/s1600/IMG_1881%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130503885104978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq5hDZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tQwCWs89Zg0/s320/IMG_1881%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time I was dreaming about BYU and how amazing it would be to go there. Then a few months later I accepted the fact that I was going to BYUI..then surprise! I actually do geto to attend BYU. I didn't really know what to expect but everyone I ever talked to about college just said it was SOOO fun and amazing. I am begining to think those people were just trying to convince themselves that they really enjoy living hours away from their family. I do like BYU and it really is a dream come true to be here. I am loving my classes and I am having fun hanging out and doing things on the weekend but the people who mean the most to me are still hours away. On the bright side though...Brad and Holly and Eva are just about the best people here in Utah. I LOVE going to morning workouts with Holly and playing with Eva while we go shopping and just haning out with Brad. I am so so so thankful that they are here and are so willing to spend time with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also so thankful for telephones that allow me to stay in constant contact with my family back at home. I love getting phone calls from them. Also I got a letter from Adam the other day and it made me about the happiest I have been since I have been here at BYU just to hear his days adventures. I love and miss my family but I also am liking school..so its all good. =]&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/8867163101553313320-6872075661819043790?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6872075661819043790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6872075661819043790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6872075661819043790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6872075661819043790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/10/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TLtq6vON0HI/AAAAAAAAAM8/s-cSLUfohBw/s72-c/IMG_1921%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2281990389734118110</id><published>2010-06-22T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:54:30.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elderly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TCDbIzJwQFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-DewCdlNQfc/s1600/Old+Couple+on+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TCDbIzJwQFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-DewCdlNQfc/s320/Old+Couple+on+Street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485625290353819730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was talking with my mom about my grandma and her recent trip to Utah to visit her sisters. Apparently they argued over little things like who had to sit in the middle seat of the car and one sister ended up saying, "I just have to get out of here, Fern hates me". As sad as that is, I kinda of got a laugh out of it.I mean, who argues over the middle seat when they are 90? haha. I just REALLY hope that when I am old I can be like this couple; off to the right; cute, stylish, and still in love. Or if my husband dies before me, at least be happy still. I am just going to die if I am one of the old, grouchy, no-fun-to-be-around kind of old people. Anyways, now I will just enjoy being young. I think I might go buy some things I need for college with my sister Kareen today. When me and all my sisters are old-we are going to be awesome. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2281990389734118110?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2281990389734118110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2281990389734118110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2281990389734118110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2281990389734118110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-was-talking-with-my-mom-about.html' title='The Elderly'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TCDbIzJwQFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-DewCdlNQfc/s72-c/Old+Couple+on+Street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6809348923562135630</id><published>2010-06-20T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:33:58.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TB3EBZRR_NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w-PrvNHn1AE/s1600/independent-woman-copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TB3EBZRR_NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w-PrvNHn1AE/s200/independent-woman-copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484755449449413842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may sound weird-but people keep telling me that they think I will be one of the first girls married once I go off to college. I feel like I should take this as a compliment, but I just take it as that people don't think I can control myself or something. I love being single. There are so many fun things I can do because I'm single. I don't know, I guess I just like having my independence and I really don't need a boy right now. They are just big horn dogs and are better as friends right now until they grow up a bit. I have stuff I want to do..I want to study abroad and experience stuff. This doesn't mean I don't enjoy romantic comedies still, I do, I just think boyfriends are over rated. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6809348923562135630?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6809348923562135630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6809348923562135630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6809348923562135630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6809348923562135630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/06/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TB3EBZRR_NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/w-PrvNHn1AE/s72-c/independent-woman-copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-9003061532183507168</id><published>2010-06-17T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:33:47.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBpeRL8hHxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Jwl09Bikc28/s1600/kent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBpeRL8hHxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Jwl09Bikc28/s320/kent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483799145634406162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have an obsession with the show, So you think you can dance. I look forward to Wednesdays at 8:00 because then I get to go out to my sisters house and watch it with her. Well, this season might be my favorite so far because Kent Boyd is so much fun and so good!! He is just so cute and he is so much fun to watch. I wish I could dance half as well as the contestants, but for now I will just stick with the strobe light dance parties with my nieces. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-9003061532183507168?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/9003061532183507168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=9003061532183507168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/9003061532183507168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/9003061532183507168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-crush.html' title='Little Crush'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBpeRL8hHxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Jwl09Bikc28/s72-c/kent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2621261501156256882</id><published>2010-06-15T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:39:41.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBgoSFo9aLI/AAAAAAAAALU/BiA5z2gmFpU/s1600/IMG_0964%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBgoSFo9aLI/AAAAAAAAALU/BiA5z2gmFpU/s320/IMG_0964%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483176837540309170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are too funny to pass up. Macie found this weird looking Ritz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ritz with tits! &lt;/span&gt;Also, some unlucky person has the license of 222-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VJJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBgo5x4l-tI/AAAAAAAAALc/gegfmjq2szE/s1600/IMG_1016%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBgo5x4l-tI/AAAAAAAAALc/gegfmjq2szE/s320/IMG_1016%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483177519431940818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you understand why I think this is funny, well, you think it's funny. If you don't get it- more power to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2621261501156256882?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2621261501156256882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2621261501156256882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2621261501156256882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2621261501156256882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/TBgoSFo9aLI/AAAAAAAAALU/BiA5z2gmFpU/s72-c/IMG_0964%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1229314399657407856</id><published>2009-09-01T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:49:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>senior pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Gpm8MGxI/AAAAAAAAALM/iljW4SsFiSA/s1600-h/IMG_6019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Gpm8MGxI/AAAAAAAAALM/iljW4SsFiSA/s320/IMG_6019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376742317024353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Go2s7DrI/AAAAAAAAALE/UkpPNZW8qOY/s1600-h/IMG_5995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Go2s7DrI/AAAAAAAAALE/UkpPNZW8qOY/s320/IMG_5995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376742304075419314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4GoQeiwnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7SQXJxtw0FM/s1600-h/IMG_5976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4GoQeiwnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7SQXJxtw0FM/s320/IMG_5976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376742293814559346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Gn4EbkSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zoqAjTjh-Bo/s1600-h/IMG_5908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Gn4EbkSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zoqAjTjh-Bo/s320/IMG_5908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376742287262585122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took my senior pictures!! Thanks to her photography skills and my face they turned out great. haha. kidding. But seriously, thanks mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1229314399657407856?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1229314399657407856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1229314399657407856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1229314399657407856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1229314399657407856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/senior-pictures.html' title='senior pictures'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sp4Gpm8MGxI/AAAAAAAAALM/iljW4SsFiSA/s72-c/IMG_6019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-613663933494420070</id><published>2009-08-08T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:34:35.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelling Like Campfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f3cOKnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-kbrffSpuOg/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f3cOKnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-kbrffSpuOg/s320/IMG_3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367692474456907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f2x6EoDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u6VC1cug4JI/s1600-h/IMG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f2x6EoDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u6VC1cug4JI/s320/IMG_3583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367692463098339378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f2VrYEhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yOVZdu9zHtg/s1600-h/IMG_3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f2VrYEhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yOVZdu9zHtg/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367692455520506386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f1c5QVxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YiDrL9p_00c/s1600-h/IMG_3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f1c5QVxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YiDrL9p_00c/s320/IMG_3539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367692440277899026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f04AaXOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R1FIj41vp4E/s1600-h/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f04AaXOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R1FIj41vp4E/s320/IMG_3533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367692430375804130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I went to the ocean for the Laurel High Adventure and it was awesome!! The drive to our campsite in Newport took FOREVER, but we tried to have fun by singing to High School Musical 3 over and over. Once we got there we ran down to the beach and splashed around. The ocean never gets boring and is amazing every single time I see it. Wed morning I went with some friends and went running down on the beach. It is great, I just ran and wished that I didn't have to get back to camp so soon because it is so pretty. Anyways, &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday's weather was perfect, and we spent a lot of time down at the beach. (after going into town and finding some sweet bracelets) I went boogie boarding and that was awesome!!! SO FUN!! I had never gone swimming in the ocean before and was not quite ready for the saltiness of it getting in my mouth and nose, but it was fun..even when I ate it. I loved it. We also went to the tide pools and played with the sea anemones and star fish, built an amazing sand town, went to an aquarium, saw sea lions laying around (one even pooped, peed, and barfed), went into a legit hippie shop and bought a unicorn bumper sticker, had a camp fire down at the beach, and went kayaking on Beaver Creak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the car ride home we watched Step Up, and Step Up 2. I stiking love those movies. I also watched the So you think you can Dance finale with Kareen late that night..Im just in the mood for dancing shows. By the way...JEANINE WON!! wooo!! My favorite from the beginging..and also....she is with Jason, and I really like that. Well, Im gonna up load some pictures now, clean the bathroom, then find something fun to do. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-613663933494420070?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/613663933494420070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=613663933494420070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/613663933494420070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/613663933494420070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/smelling-like-campfire.html' title='Smelling Like Campfire'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sn3f3cOKnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-kbrffSpuOg/s72-c/IMG_3591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7811871970530131913</id><published>2009-07-08T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:18:57.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG33yAfuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4LGrFlJDUlc/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG33yAfuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4LGrFlJDUlc/s320/IMG_4808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356124520019164898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG3bpgHGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Cq-ZlpTw9Aw/s1600-h/IMG_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG3bpgHGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Cq-ZlpTw9Aw/s320/IMG_4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356124512467295330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG3Igi51I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wVt0YqAyokI/s1600-h/IMG_4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG3Igi51I/AAAAAAAAAJU/wVt0YqAyokI/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356124507329455954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Moms new T-shirt?? Kareen and Stef and Dad got her lots of new HOT clothes. Shes a babe at 55 years old. ;) But I have to say, not as cute as Baby Marcela, cus that girl is just a doll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7811871970530131913?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7811871970530131913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7811871970530131913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7811871970530131913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7811871970530131913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SlTG33yAfuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4LGrFlJDUlc/s72-c/IMG_4808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8527045345333715757</id><published>2009-06-30T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:47:22.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Marcela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp5qWWBwVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W38KzguCwr8/s1600-h/IMG_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp5qWWBwVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W38KzguCwr8/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353224875542692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4dN-gLdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YjfE5v4AYKs/s1600-h/IMG_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4dN-gLdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YjfE5v4AYKs/s320/IMG_4458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353223550446611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cywcD0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/MsQZ-qzDnq8/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cywcD0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/MsQZ-qzDnq8/s320/IMG_4455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353223543139864386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cr2WvrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GNpjXSNtcrc/s1600-h/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cr2WvrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GNpjXSNtcrc/s320/IMG_4454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353223541285633714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4ccYucPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f6uSckn21Kw/s1600-h/IMG_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4ccYucPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f6uSckn21Kw/s320/IMG_4446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353223537134825714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cEQH8AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BUji09jR0Kc/s1600-h/IMG_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp4cEQH8AI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BUji09jR0Kc/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353223530656296962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcela Kae Dickman is here!! She is the most precious little baby ever! We were all waiting at the hospital Saturday afternoon, and at 4:10 PM we heard her first cry...which actually made me and Kareen and Rachel cry too because we were so happy. I am so proud of Kyle and Stefani and it is the coolest thing ever to have my own brother become a father. Him and Stefani are going to be great!! I love you already Marcela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8527045345333715757?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8527045345333715757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8527045345333715757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8527045345333715757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8527045345333715757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-marcela.html' title='Baby Marcela'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Skp5qWWBwVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W38KzguCwr8/s72-c/IMG_4429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6181524063945541709</id><published>2009-06-24T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:02:20.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHOpbRbrBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eoorSXOiCts/s1600-h/temple4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHOpbRbrBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eoorSXOiCts/s320/temple4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350785043383692306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHN-8Vz8EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x7QK1sf34t8/s1600-h/graduation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHN-8Vz8EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x7QK1sf34t8/s320/graduation2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350784313526054978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHNkYxZ0YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zatv3AzVqYs/s1600-h/abby+and+gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHNkYxZ0YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zatv3AzVqYs/s320/abby+and+gina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350783857301508482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little bitty update: Summer is so much better than school!! I love being able to spend so much time with family and having fun!!! And it will be so much better once baby Marcela finally decides to come out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6181524063945541709?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6181524063945541709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6181524063945541709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6181524063945541709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6181524063945541709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-pictures.html' title='Summer pictures'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SkHOpbRbrBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eoorSXOiCts/s72-c/temple4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-469870675090084491</id><published>2009-05-10T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:46:04.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>review of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4n8EXi8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vH2tlUv6yDk/s1600-h/IMG_3278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4n8EXi8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vH2tlUv6yDk/s200/IMG_3278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435279922498498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4noKVxnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mLVSh_1IXt8/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4noKVxnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mLVSh_1IXt8/s200/IMG_3033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435274578839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4nfc2cXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ZRrSHoxCZc/s1600-h/IMG_3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4nfc2cXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ZRrSHoxCZc/s200/IMG_3023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435272240558450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4nJlPmfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E7wORWq2U5E/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4nJlPmfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E7wORWq2U5E/s200/IMG_3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435266370181618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4m_IhBzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZY59x7wwTW8/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4m_IhBzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZY59x7wwTW8/s200/IMG_3795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435263565334322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So uhh..I decided to start up again..thanks to ken. (hi ken!) These following pics are of things that have happened lately. The car falling off the track is Adams car at his pine wood derby awhile ago..mom thought it was so funny. She would die of laughter every time she showed someone it..Adam still had fun though. The one of Abby shows her sick skills. She is a monkey woman. She has climbed those things so many times..she is great at the monkey bars too...better than me cus those things hurt your hands! The basketball is from church ball...it was way fun this year..it was mainly just people that are semi good at basketball coming to have a good time. it was a blast. and the last two are from prom...my favorite dress of all time pretty much. and prom was fun..so schwinnnng! =] but im going to go to bed now...i just got done taking a psychology test online for CBC..boring! Child psych last year was one million trillion times better. choa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-469870675090084491?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/469870675090084491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=469870675090084491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/469870675090084491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/469870675090084491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/05/review-of-past.html' title='review of the past'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/Sge4n8EXi8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vH2tlUv6yDk/s72-c/IMG_3278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-9218050459926887733</id><published>2009-01-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:43:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma</title><content type='html'>I heard my momma swear...like 5 times in a row!!&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i would hear it..pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-9218050459926887733?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/9218050459926887733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=9218050459926887733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/9218050459926887733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/9218050459926887733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/momma.html' title='Momma'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-5817011214121429927</id><published>2009-01-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:57:31.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though sometimes I get really stressed out with school and may seem like I don't like school, I do like learning, and much to my dismay, I do like school. It challenges me and keeps me growing instead of just sitting still. (Yes Kareen..you can say I told you so) Even my Government class..which is sometimes really hard to understand..I like because it is important stuff! Even math has gotten better....maybe because for the first time I am in a class that is at my level..and I do my homework..but whatev. And even though I totally sucked it up on my anatomy final..and only got a 3.66 for my SHS GPA (which I really hope won't kill my chances for BYU) I still like learning about the "amazing human body!" Anyways..time to jet.&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/8867163101553313320-5817011214121429927?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5817011214121429927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=5817011214121429927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5817011214121429927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/5817011214121429927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-good.html' title='Its all good!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4719156839823346573</id><published>2009-01-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:32:49.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Last year was great....so far this year has been great....Life is just great. The only thing not great is that school starts tomorrow..and that totally blows...mosquito eaters. ha. But this year..I will be done with my junior year, enjoy an awesome summer..maybe get a job..enjoy a track season..enjoy my last xc season..speak in stake conference..watch my sister in law have a baby (girl??)..redo my room..finish my first year at CBC..turn 18..finish Personal Progress, go to EFY for the last time....and who knows..maybe play a grouling game of chess or something.ha (name that movie anyone?..even though pretty sure kareen is the only one who reads this little shin dig) Anyways..happy new years. im off to go to homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4719156839823346573?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4719156839823346573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4719156839823346573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4719156839823346573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4719156839823346573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7150988449457267113</id><published>2008-12-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:55:52.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo Tolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STdibXEajKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9MVjqoEJ6AY/s1600-h/momo+tolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STdibXEajKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9MVjqoEJ6AY/s200/momo+tolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793710676348066" border="0" /&gt;Momo Tolo was two weekends ago..it was great fun. I was supposed to be a character from Grease. Why poodle skirts were ever the thing is beyond me. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7150988449457267113?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7150988449457267113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7150988449457267113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7150988449457267113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7150988449457267113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/momo-tolo.html' title='Momo Tolo'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STdibXEajKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9MVjqoEJ6AY/s72-c/momo+tolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6355544125394263588</id><published>2008-12-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:08:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STSmKwqirJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fUc2WMnbfsE/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STSmKwqirJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fUc2WMnbfsE/s400/aaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023767349931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays!!....I can finally hang out with the unicorns again!! And also...now that Christmas is soon...it means Christmas music...and light..and hot cocoa!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STSmoTtmrpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UgLO2_O6mCg/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STSmoTtmrpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UgLO2_O6mCg/s200/aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275024274974224018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6355544125394263588?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6355544125394263588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6355544125394263588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6355544125394263588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6355544125394263588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/STSmKwqirJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fUc2WMnbfsE/s72-c/aaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1271686995413383103</id><published>2008-11-28T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:48:40.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting for something amazing for awhile. I don't know exactly what I want, I just want something really really fun to happen, or to make a new friend, or I don't know..just something amazing I guess. Life has been great, I just..ug. I don't know where I'm headed with this. Maybe I just need to get out of Kennewick for a bit....whatever. Back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great though! I actually did have a good day. Me and Marcus played Ultimate Darts, Eat great food, watched WallE, and went hot tubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..less than a month until Christmas..which means less than a month until I get to talk to Ken!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1271686995413383103?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1271686995413383103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1271686995413383103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1271686995413383103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1271686995413383103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8433952698369674314</id><published>2008-11-15T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:05:40.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SR6QrUOwGRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2UkQ2YsCC48/s1600-h/hsm%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SR6QrUOwGRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2UkQ2YsCC48/s320/hsm%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807687909415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um....I love HSM3....and Zac Efron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8433952698369674314?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8433952698369674314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8433952698369674314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8433952698369674314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8433952698369674314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/hsm3.html' title='HSM3...'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SR6QrUOwGRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2UkQ2YsCC48/s72-c/hsm%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-134900161534964327</id><published>2008-11-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:24:53.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United We Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SROKlydQHrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/grffrcaTdIM/s1600-h/history.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SROKlydQHrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/grffrcaTdIM/s200/history.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265704771130498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used to think that English was "my thing" and that it was the best subject ever...but now..I am in love with History! I have been studying from the civil wars to now this quarter..and it makes me appreciate veterans so much!! It is amazing how brave those soldiers in both WWI and WWII were. I mean, I was always thankful for them..but now that Ive learned more and watched some documentaries...I have gotten a better grasp at how they must have felt and what they were going up against. I just want to go up to every old man now and give them a hug and say thanks! It also makes me proud to live in the U.S. With the elections and the economy it kind of seems like America sucks..but if you think about it...even when we are at our worst...we still have it so much better than so many people..and even though I think McCain could do a better job than Obama...he is still our pres so we need to give him a chance. Anywhoo...Im off to do homework...And learn more about America. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-134900161534964327?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/134900161534964327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=134900161534964327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/134900161534964327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/134900161534964327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-we-win.html' title='United We Win'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SROKlydQHrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/grffrcaTdIM/s72-c/history.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8918231150537833454</id><published>2008-10-22T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:29:13.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tuesday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SP_9cSQC47I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0qOulhzj5cU/s1600-h/breast+awarness+week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SP_9cSQC47I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0qOulhzj5cU/s200/breast+awarness+week.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260201552169329586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read this book, One Tuesday Morning, it was amazing. I cried my eyes out by the end of it..I never really understood how big the 9/11 attacks were, and how many people died. It really made me proud to live in America, and really appreciate the fire fighters. The only thing that could have made it better is if I didnt have to do a Book Report on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ive been really involved in this whole Breast Cancer Awarness Month thing. Its been fun. Me and my friend Macie made bracelets, and those alone have raised 300$ in three days..so that is cool. The pic is of our human chain of people from SHS to KaHS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that life is normal. School..leadership..xc....HW...naps....and districts tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to tell you how great that went later! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8918231150537833454?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8918231150537833454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8918231150537833454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8918231150537833454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8918231150537833454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-tuesday-morning.html' title='One Tuesday Morning'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SP_9cSQC47I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0qOulhzj5cU/s72-c/breast+awarness+week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1437677250858688423</id><published>2008-10-15T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:19:08.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I like this song...when I was like 12 I hated it because I thought it meant we were supposed to dance instead of working or something, I dont know. But now that Ive actually figured it out (Im really not blond, i swear) I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder &lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat &lt;br /&gt;But always keep that hunger &lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted &lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed &lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance &lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance &lt;br /&gt;Living might mean taking chances &lt;br /&gt;But they're worth taking &lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake &lt;br /&gt;But it's worth making &lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart &lt;br /&gt;Leave you bitter &lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out &lt;br /&gt;Reconsider &lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above &lt;br /&gt;More than just a passing glance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Rolling us along) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1437677250858688423?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1437677250858688423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1437677250858688423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1437677250858688423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1437677250858688423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/10/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8123432987570739771</id><published>2008-10-02T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:45:56.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just....Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SOWjeR9W07I/AAAAAAAAADU/3ZxDHlM49UA/s1600-h/team+leader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SOWjeR9W07I/AAAAAAAAADU/3ZxDHlM49UA/s200/team+leader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252784281009705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having so much fun lately, and getting a lot done...but I still feel like there is something missing. I dont know what really, maybe I just had too much fun during the summer, or maybe its the fact that I miss Ken more than ever.  Honestly, it has been 8 months since I have talked to him...for real. It really makes me feel bad for anyone who has ever had someone really close to them die, like a brother, or husband or something, becuase I honestly dont know how they do it! 2 years is such a long time..a lifetime would kill me! Thank goodness for emails though..although I use a lot of snail mail with him. Anyways...running has been going good..practices are fun. I kinda miss my weekends, but General Conference is this Sunday, And Im super excited, for the first time in my life. Anywhoo...Just thought I would get that out. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8123432987570739771?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8123432987570739771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8123432987570739771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8123432987570739771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8123432987570739771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/10/justrambling.html' title='Just....Rambling'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SOWjeR9W07I/AAAAAAAAADU/3ZxDHlM49UA/s72-c/team+leader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3944518916685505758</id><published>2008-09-24T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:07:11.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Time flies by so fast!! honest to goodness....how has a week gone by since last time I wrote on here..Im really really busy...so this is short. But I heard from Ken today. He is the greatest. Had a great run...helped with leadership. Started CBC this week. Thats going good. And homecoming is this weekend...that should be fun. Im sure I'll write about that sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3944518916685505758?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3944518916685505758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3944518916685505758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3944518916685505758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3944518916685505758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/09/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2942678610329640390</id><published>2008-09-17T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:40:35.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SNEk5RoCehI/AAAAAAAAADM/01SDJ4tWP10/s1600-h/photoshoot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SNEk5RoCehI/AAAAAAAAADM/01SDJ4tWP10/s320/photoshoot3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247015607265819154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to Ken over email right now!! Im so happy!!! We just happened to get on at the same time!! Im so excited!!! I cant wait for the Christmas phone call! anyways..I have lots to do. For the first time this week I had some free time...I watched Parent Trap. I love that movie. I also downloaded my pictures from last months photo shoot with some friends. but ya.."heck to the positive..life is good" -Ken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2942678610329640390?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2942678610329640390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2942678610329640390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2942678610329640390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2942678610329640390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/09/ken.html' title='Ken'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SNEk5RoCehI/AAAAAAAAADM/01SDJ4tWP10/s72-c/photoshoot3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7406203055379170725</id><published>2008-09-06T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:52:01.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>I just went running down at the river. It felt really nice....I really love running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7406203055379170725?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7406203055379170725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7406203055379170725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7406203055379170725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7406203055379170725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/09/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7536424043008350419</id><published>2008-09-03T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:26:04.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School...Ken...and Life</title><content type='html'>It is really weird not to have free time 24/7 like I did in the summer..and I kind of miss it...although I still have fun..a lot. I have Cross Country..and fun people in most of my classes. Although Im still waiting for running start to start. I got my books today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Ken wrote today. I miss that kid. On Days like today...I wish he could knock some sense into me..hes really good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really thankful I was born into the family I was born into...and that I live near my cousin and grandparents. I really like the song by Switchfoot, "This is your life" right now because when it asks "are you who you want to be??"I can honestly answer yes...and I am happy about this life...and about who my friends are.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7536424043008350419?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7536424043008350419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7536424043008350419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7536424043008350419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7536424043008350419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/09/schoolkenand-life.html' title='School...Ken...and Life'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6658887653071278329</id><published>2008-08-24T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:45:13.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SLIqgXsUnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/gj2bMhr3Mwk/s1600-h/unicorns4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SLIqgXsUnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/gj2bMhr3Mwk/s320/unicorns4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238296052189404482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Unicorns are breaking up for the first time ever with 5 of them going off to college. Sad day!! Im really going to miss them..but we have the spandex to pass around...and I will see them on Christmas break.  We have had so many good memories...its so sad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6658887653071278329?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6658887653071278329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6658887653071278329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6658887653071278329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6658887653071278329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/08/unicorns-are-breaking-up-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SLIqgXsUnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/gj2bMhr3Mwk/s72-c/unicorns4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8969864809784153072</id><published>2008-08-21T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:07:28.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SK3Y2dJFqpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o9D2LmIKgj8/s1600-h/why+i+love+my+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SK3Y2dJFqpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o9D2LmIKgj8/s320/why+i+love+my+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237080371749038738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This loveley picture was taken at a family get together...I love it!! We all look really goofy..so it pretty much explains my family. I love em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8969864809784153072?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8969864809784153072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8969864809784153072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8969864809784153072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8969864809784153072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SK3Y2dJFqpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o9D2LmIKgj8/s72-c/why+i+love+my+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4457217697711969202</id><published>2008-08-09T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:27:49.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverwood and Biking</title><content type='html'>This weekend I got to go to Silverwood with some great friends..and go on a bike trip with my family. Both were really fun. Silverwood was really crowded..but we still got to ride the new ride "Aftershock" twice...it was great. I love my xc friends. The camping trip was great too..I went 40 miles or so...it was all really pretty and very relaxing. We were able to jump in the river afterwards too...But now Im home...and am waiting for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SJ5RXth5W6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Oyv0_bsM6os/s1600-h/silverwood3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SJ5RXth5W6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Oyv0_bsM6os/s320/silverwood3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709284851702690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SJ5RQN16xXI/AAAAAAAAACs/u5qjOPJTnwM/s1600-h/camping12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SJ5RQN16xXI/AAAAAAAAACs/u5qjOPJTnwM/s320/camping12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232709156086662514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4457217697711969202?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4457217697711969202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4457217697711969202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4457217697711969202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4457217697711969202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/08/silverwood-and-biking.html' title='Silverwood and Biking'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SJ5RXth5W6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Oyv0_bsM6os/s72-c/silverwood3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-4695185993351747479</id><published>2008-07-27T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:13:37.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priest Lake '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SI1Fy1W69iI/AAAAAAAAACk/zq6O_aiIvVU/s1600-h/preist+lake6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SI1Fy1W69iI/AAAAAAAAACk/zq6O_aiIvVU/s320/preist+lake6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911482066007586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cant believe that another year of Priest Lake is over! When I think about it..it seems like last years vaca was just a few months ago. This years was much better though!! The weather was much more enjoyable, and I got to go tubing everyday, and I went slalom skiing twice. I had a good week with my family. I needed it so much...I love hanging out with my friends..but a family week is nice. I got to catch up with my reading, and spend time with my adorable nieces and nephews. I also got to run in the beautiful mountains and go on a long walk with  my sisters. Also celebrated my 17th birthday! The dutch oven fun fetti cake with fun fetti icing was very delish! Overall it was a great week!...Now time for the Trek..then Silverwood, then Jack Johnson!!...I love summer time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-4695185993351747479?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4695185993351747479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=4695185993351747479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4695185993351747479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/4695185993351747479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/07/priest-lake-08.html' title='Priest Lake &apos;08'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SI1Fy1W69iI/AAAAAAAAACk/zq6O_aiIvVU/s72-c/preist+lake6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-2389644606203289894</id><published>2008-06-27T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:27:36.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>XC Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SGV2zxSTWdI/AAAAAAAAACU/K1xq5_PLU78/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SGV2zxSTWdI/AAAAAAAAACU/K1xq5_PLU78/s200/lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216706375154096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got back from Cross County Camp on Thursday. It was a very good four days of running. Its amazing what the human body is capable of doing. I was able to run so much and because I was around people who all love to run, it was very easy and enjoyable. Montana is so pretty too! On a run called Trail 544, I ran up to a part of a  Mountain to where I could see forever. It was beautiful! I wish there were places like that to run here...and not just the roads. But I have to say, as fun as XC camp was, I am excited to be back home with my friends and family...but I leave for EFY in Tacoma on Monday...so home will be short lived....I love summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-2389644606203289894?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2389644606203289894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=2389644606203289894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2389644606203289894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/2389644606203289894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/xc-camp.html' title='XC Camp'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SGV2zxSTWdI/AAAAAAAAACU/K1xq5_PLU78/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-6989095454379048529</id><published>2008-06-17T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:54:53.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Out for the Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFfpo-enyAI/AAAAAAAAACM/fQhN3E1ItTQ/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFfpo-enyAI/AAAAAAAAACM/fQhN3E1ItTQ/s320/pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212891983880112130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great last day of school!! Me and my friend left early becuase we had our final done in the first 5 min. (we just turned in a project that we had done earlier) We went to the spiny park for a bit, then we went to Wal-Mart to buy toilet paper, then we T-Pd by friend Rachels house.."in the broad daylight!" It was fun. Then I went and water ballooned middle schoolers as they were leaving school. We just drove around and pelted people..it was funny! Then we went swimming, took a break and played Basketball, and swam after that for an even longer time. Then we played volleyball, then I went to a BBQ, then to my friend Kates going away party. Im very sad...she left to go back to Russia this morning. We took some pictures, and went swimming again. To finish the night I spent the night at Macies and we fell asleep to The Holliday. I was going to run this morning, but yesterday, when we were playing bball I think the combonation of the heat and me playing with no shoes gave me this huge nasy blister on the very bottom of my foot. Its pretty gross looking. But today is the first official day of summer 08 and soon Im going off to go  play Dodgeball. Im so excited that summer is FINALLY here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-6989095454379048529?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6989095454379048529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=6989095454379048529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6989095454379048529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/6989095454379048529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='Schools Out for the Summer!'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFfpo-enyAI/AAAAAAAAACM/fQhN3E1ItTQ/s72-c/pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-22222010435717045</id><published>2008-06-14T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:03:45.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins, Mom and Messy Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFQyDdmUhPI/AAAAAAAAACE/72ivC0avcFU/s1600-h/uni%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFQyDdmUhPI/AAAAAAAAACE/72ivC0avcFU/s200/uni%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211845703840859378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this weekend I babysat these 6 year old twins while there mom was having a baby. I didn't care doing it for free..I understand completely, but I would have liked a thank you. And plus I was feeling really selfish and I wanted to have fun last night instead of watch the stupid Incredibles  and listening to "Gina lets do this....lets do this...lets do this."  I cant even tell them apart!! I really just realized how much more I like taking care of kids I really care about...like my nieces and nephews...who are back in Seattle...which is very sad becuase I really like having them here. Even though sometimes I would get annoyed by the stupidest things...like when I was trying to study for my math final, Abby kept telling me to come dance with her..and I really wanted to, I just got annoyed that things are so carefree for her..while I was studying. But I guess being a 4 year old would get boring after awhile...so its good that we grow up. Anyways...onto Mom. She cracks me up. As I was cleaning out my room she would look at every piece of clothing that I put in the "give to goodwill" pile...as if I had made a mistake in putting it in there...but I know I will actually grow up to be like her..in some ways. That leads me to my messy room. I have been cleaning it since 10 this morning...and Im only 1/2 done. I really dont want to do it anymore...which is why I am writing this. But its been a good weekend so far..I got to go to Silverwood randomly with a friend on Thu...scrap booked on Fri, and tonight Im gonna blade it up. and also only one more monday of school..and then SCHOOLS OUT FOR THE SUMMER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-22222010435717045?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/22222010435717045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=22222010435717045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/22222010435717045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/22222010435717045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/twins-mom-and-messy-rooms.html' title='Twins, Mom and Messy Rooms'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SFQyDdmUhPI/AAAAAAAAACE/72ivC0avcFU/s72-c/uni%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-1390283995227131939</id><published>2008-06-10T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:18:41.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SE8I9xdGOZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W1q_Qsrkzhs/s1600-h/journal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SE8I9xdGOZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W1q_Qsrkzhs/s200/journal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210393151231375762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday Rachel and Jeanie came over to hang out...and we ended up reading my old journals from middle school. Goodness those are good for some laughs. I cant believe how much has changed!! "ooo..today was the best day ever! Micah said hi to me!!"  That and all the "I heart S.O.S." Why does middle school have to be such an awkward stage?? I looked back at my yearbook too...since when is "someday you will be a lesbian model" an actual funny thing to write on a yearbook?! But I thought I was pretty cool..so thats all that matters I guess...I mean, I did have relationships that lasted for what?? One day...maybe a whole week!!?? Only heaven knows how I had friends back then! =] But I am sure I will be able to look back at things I have done in High School too...heck...I already do. I just thought I would write that though...just so you could know that I am slowly growing up....I cant wait till my clothes are used for future dress ups!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-1390283995227131939?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1390283995227131939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=1390283995227131939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1390283995227131939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/1390283995227131939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Journals'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SE8I9xdGOZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W1q_Qsrkzhs/s72-c/journal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-420236707747414183</id><published>2008-06-08T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:49:19.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEw3XSCzipI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jM6uNvm6o0I/s1600-h/piano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEw3XSCzipI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jM6uNvm6o0I/s200/piano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209599742080944786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend went nothing like planned. I was planning on getting a lot of homework done...temporarily dyeing my hair with purple streaks (just for fun)...work on my projects, move my stuff from down downstairs to upstairs...and clean my Papas house...but unfortunately, my brother and law got in a very bad dirt bike accident, so him and my sister went up to a hospital in Seattle, leaving their four amazing kids with us. I spent almost all day with them yesterday, and I had a blast! We colored for a very long time, did a craft, played dress up, and took pictures. I even got to have a little sleep over with them! =] And this morning we all went to church together. I now have a little preview of what Kareen went through when she was the oldest and had lots of little siblings at church(even though I know her kids are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; easier to take care of than any of us)..I've never really experienced  having lots of little siblings, so it was really fun! Goodness, they are so cute!! Nate all dressed up and "reverent", Abby in her beautiful braid grandma did, and Claire all snuggled up sleeping on my lap during Young Womens. I even got to take Claire to nursery..and when Papa tried to take her away from me, she started crying!! =] And now I think I might paint their toenails or something while the boys are playing downstairs. However, even though this weekend has been great for me, I'm really sad that it came about how it did, with Jeff getting hurt and all. I really can't believe it happened, and I really hope he gets better quickly because these kids need their mommy and daddy safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-420236707747414183?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/420236707747414183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=420236707747414183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/420236707747414183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/420236707747414183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-weekend.html' title='An Unexpected Weekend'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEw3XSCzipI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jM6uNvm6o0I/s72-c/piano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-3574743969105622587</id><published>2008-06-03T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:19:24.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good at Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEYIhR29MdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZGOIWJ4NxQw/s1600-h/i+hate+math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEYIhR29MdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZGOIWJ4NxQw/s200/i+hate+math.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207859386923168210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was just studying for my math test tomorrow..when, for the one millionth time I realized that I really don't like math. Some people say that it is fun, like a puzzle or something, or they like it because there is only one answer. Well, who only wants to be able to have one answer be right?! That means if you don't get that one answer, you get it wrong, and your grade, like mine, is screwed! And also it takes forever to study for...and once I get to the test, my mind totally blanks, so its like I spent hours studying for nothing! But no that I am done venting about math, I will go study some more.  And also, if I really wanted to do a puzzle, I wouldn't do math, I would actually do a puzzle. Who would have though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-3574743969105622587?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3574743969105622587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=3574743969105622587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3574743969105622587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/3574743969105622587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-so-good-at-math.html' title='Not so good at Math'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEYIhR29MdI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZGOIWJ4NxQw/s72-c/i+hate+math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-7028196734313931968</id><published>2008-06-02T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:19:11.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SETExLb0kSI/AAAAAAAAABk/GOl9lTCjyvg/s1600-h/amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SETExLb0kSI/AAAAAAAAABk/GOl9lTCjyvg/s320/amazing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207503418309251362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I can wait any longer for school to get out. I am so ready for days to be full of fun!!  I am so excited to be able to jump on the tramp with water under it for hours, to go blading, to go to camps, to run with cross country, hang out with my friends, and redecorate my room. I am really sad that lots of my senior friends will no longer be at school with me though. Sharlee, Rachel, Blaine, Mallissa, Stephen, Todd, Stephani, Kensie,  and Kate. We still have the summer though..so I will have to hang out with them a lot. I decided that I couldnt ask for better friends. We have so much fun together, and I never feel pressured to do anything bad. But back to summer..I really cant wait..I guess I should get back to my English project that I have spent all day on. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SETEcd2q1CI/AAAAAAAAABc/_v3MlX3FFvE/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-7028196734313931968?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7028196734313931968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=7028196734313931968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7028196734313931968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/7028196734313931968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SETExLb0kSI/AAAAAAAAABk/GOl9lTCjyvg/s72-c/amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8715870547181839309</id><published>2008-06-01T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:26:11.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMDNeMHH8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9Wv8P78Voco/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMDNeMHH8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9Wv8P78Voco/s200/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207009124147470274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMCeuMHH7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/O1nnSj-UVTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMCeuMHH7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/O1nnSj-UVTQ/s200/IMG_0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207008320988585906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend was great! It started out with decorating shirts for Battle Of the Bands. Macie, Kaitlyn, Lauren and I spent some time in Kaitlyns garage making nifty shirts supporting our friends band called "Rheem". The actual battle of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he bands was with Mr. Southridge..and it was very fun. After the "concert/competition" me and the rest of the groupies (haha) went and had a mini bonfire. I would have to say that just making the shirts,dressing up crazy, and painting our legs was the best part. On Saturday I woke up to Hutnanies. Those things are delish. I made a schedule with the times I planned to complete each activity at...but Lo and Behold..I think I only got half of them done. I did get to run, and bike, and watch my little brothers baseball game though. I also made my friend Sharlee a UNICORN CROSSING street sign..with my moms help. It turned out great! At the party we did all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMEiuMHH9I/AAAAAAAAABE/P_BpD60hCO0/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMEiuMHH9I/AAAAAAAAABE/P_BpD60hCO0/s200/IMG_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207010588731318226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things that Unicorns do. We roller bladed all over town (3 miles covered prob) eat dessert/fruit pizza, and had a dance party in SPANDEX! It was a good night..even if I did get some MAJOR blisties...that I popped this morning. The water inside them squirted out quite nicely if I do say so myself. =](If you click on the picture..you can see it all blown up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this morning I went to church. I colored a page out of an Arthur coloring book. I know the whole Arthur theme song by the way...we sang it a few times while blading. =] Actual church was good. In Young Womens we had a lesson on missions. I had already seriously considered going on one...and now I want to even more. I think somewhere really pretty in the states would be cool...like Rhode Island or something. Now I have lots of homework to do, a violin performance to watch, and seminary gradeeation to go watch. Its been a very good weekend. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8715870547181839309?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8715870547181839309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8715870547181839309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8715870547181839309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8715870547181839309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEMDNeMHH8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9Wv8P78Voco/s72-c/IMG_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-8662312416711344298</id><published>2008-05-31T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:04:32.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why..O Why Did God Create Centipedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGhFuMHH4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9T0G3er2yEM/s1600-h/I+HATE+YOU%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGhFuMHH4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9T0G3er2yEM/s200/I+HATE+YOU%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206619763887251330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE CENTIPEDES!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I was just cleaning my room..I was trying to get things done and be productive by cleaning my stinking room when I got tired of cleaning, sat down on my bed, and looked up to find a centipede!! I quickly ran to my bathroom to get the bug spray (I keep it close to be at all times) and sqirted away..but then it fell to the floor, and I kept skwirting it...and at the same time I felt a drop on my shoulder, and even though it was just the bugspray dripping from the ceiling, my first thought was that it was another centipede. I screamed real loud..and then started crying just a little bit. I hate them..and I am seriously considering moving back up to the MUCH smaller room upstairs so I don't have to deal with them!! here is a little picture that I almost vomit at when I look at it.....becuase this is exactly what they look like. By the way..the name I saved this picture under is I HATE YOU! I hope that he gets the memo. (I deleted it right after so I wouldn't have to look at it every time I opened "My pictures". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-8662312416711344298?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8662312416711344298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=8662312416711344298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8662312416711344298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/8662312416711344298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/05/whyo-why-did-god-create-centipedes.html' title='Why..O Why Did God Create Centipedes'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGhFuMHH4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9T0G3er2yEM/s72-c/I+HATE+YOU%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867163101553313320.post-592079396719129683</id><published>2008-05-31T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:17:20.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Waster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGNm-MHH2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ta5wzCEA6Cs/s1600-h/ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGNm-MHH2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ta5wzCEA6Cs/s320/ken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206598344885346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I was looking at my sister kareens Blog, and decided that I could really have fun on here! I love writing in my journal, and since this is like a public journal, I thought I could use one. I will start out by telling you about my dream last night. I wont go into great detail, because everyone knows that gets old real quick. I dreamed that my brother Ken got sent home from his mission because he went to bed 30 min. earlier than he was allowed. (Why that I don't know =])He was crying because he didn't want to be home, and even though he was back, which would in real life seems like it would be a great thing, I felt really sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that just showed to me how much I miss Ken becuase I have had several dreams about him, but I also realize that he is out there having a great time. And two years goes by fast..so whatev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867163101553313320-592079396719129683?l=ginabolinadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/feeds/592079396719129683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8867163101553313320&amp;postID=592079396719129683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/592079396719129683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867163101553313320/posts/default/592079396719129683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginabolinadee.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-waster.html' title='Time Waster'/><author><name>Gina Dickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657876008403301517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdwz7RAaP0A/TssHSWdgeWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4haip5UbW8A/s220/303103_10150307272862705_603472704_8056266_652422724_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7i68W89p-eU/SEGNm-MHH2I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ta5wzCEA6Cs/s72-c/ken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
