<?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-1707884357214159378</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:29:53.361-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='sad'/><category term='365'/><category term='food'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Philly'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='Old Blog'/><category term='daisha'/><category term='loney'/><category term='School'/><category term='Paige'/><title type='text'>Is this how it's suppose to be....</title><subtitle type='html'>For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.-- Alfred D. Souza</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-2533846904191069572</id><published>2009-12-31T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:04:06.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Well turning this into a picture blog turned out to be a lot harder then I antcipated it being. With that said, I don't really know what format I really want to follow anymore. So for now I'll just give you a quick update until I figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a lot of fun. The kids had a lot of fun and got pretty much everything they asked Santa for. Well Paige asked for a dog or cat and did not get either one, maybe next year kid. Austin choked on Christmas dinner, thank goodness my grandpa got to him quickly. That was so scary and heartbreaking for me to see. He is ok now thank god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the iPhone for Christmas and I love it. I wish they had an app for this blog, but I didn't see one. Anyone know if they even make one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed to jersey tomorrow to spend new years eve with my grandparents, the kids and Matt. I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-2533846904191069572?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/2533846904191069572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=2533846904191069572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2533846904191069572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2533846904191069572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/12/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-5886071012228285344</id><published>2009-11-29T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:53:37.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to post pictures for the past few days, so I'm playing catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyZ25jMVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qx7n-Ltwjns/s1600/Multimed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyZ25jMVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qx7n-Ltwjns/s320/Multimed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Serendipity at Matt's Aunt's house&lt;br /&gt;11/27/2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyTFbhM3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mXSUHdB_36k/s1600/mattni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyTFbhM3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/mXSUHdB_36k/s320/mattni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting in line at the drive thru of Sonic for our drinks. Really don't get how you order green apple and get grape two different times.&lt;br /&gt;11/28/2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyijVS5QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jRNcd9ssDy0/s1600/Multimedia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyijVS5QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jRNcd9ssDy0/s320/Multimedia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MMMMM Home wrecker from Moe's&lt;br /&gt;11/29/2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-5886071012228285344?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/5886071012228285344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=5886071012228285344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/5886071012228285344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/5886071012228285344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SxMyZ25jMVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qx7n-Ltwjns/s72-c/Multimed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-1325302564822409896</id><published>2009-11-27T04:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:18:40.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-RE9SSx-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rjUclTyDH1A/s1600/Paige+thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-RE9SSx-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rjUclTyDH1A/s320/Paige+thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-RS_O5knI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jNShb7ZAHjM/s1600/100_9974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-RS_O5knI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jNShb7ZAHjM/s320/100_9974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-VG-okBZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UgRKbVYkKUQ/s1600/100_9975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-VG-okBZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UgRKbVYkKUQ/s320/100_9975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-VZGXQScI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2RE7_g8yRZk/s1600/100_9976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-VZGXQScI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2RE7_g8yRZk/s320/100_9976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-Vkuw0iWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p4V7ygkAEgE/s1600/100_9978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-Vkuw0iWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p4V7ygkAEgE/s320/100_9978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving at Matt's Aunt's house. Lots of fun and lots of good food! &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/1707884357214159378-1325302564822409896?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/1325302564822409896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=1325302564822409896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1325302564822409896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1325302564822409896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw-RE9SSx-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rjUclTyDH1A/s72-c/Paige+thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-1479546801463107636</id><published>2009-11-25T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:05:32.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Fun with food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2ZqHO9XRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nqai8S-4fQg/s1600/100_9968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2ZqHO9XRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nqai8S-4fQg/s400/100_9968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2Z-pEuMdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Re_zSbUoMu8/s1600/100_9969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2Z-pEuMdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Re_zSbUoMu8/s320/100_9969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuffed shells I made for Sue's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2bFlaNudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZLCsLgpPA-E/s1600/100_9971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2bFlaNudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZLCsLgpPA-E/s320/100_9971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Austin made this apple/marshmallow turkey in school today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-1479546801463107636?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/1479546801463107636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=1479546801463107636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1479546801463107636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1479546801463107636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-with-food.html' title='Fun with food...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sw2ZqHO9XRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nqai8S-4fQg/s72-c/100_9968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-1670015619362418076</id><published>2009-11-24T23:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:54:02.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Changing...</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to change this blog into a 365 blog. If you don't know what it is you can read about it &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I am going to try very hard to keep up with this. I think this could be very interesting to look back on. I'll start today with a picture my Mom took of Paige while they were making cookies this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz24d148I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uO1naTjkYHY/s1600/100_9967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz24d148I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uO1naTjkYHY/s400/100_9967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407895008016982978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz2QfIxfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5YqZJBIYOmw/s1600/100_9965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz2QfIxfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5YqZJBIYOmw/s400/100_9965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407894997284996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz2MXw5dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2JqGVh173b0/s1600/100_9964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz2MXw5dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2JqGVh173b0/s400/100_9964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407894996180329938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-1670015619362418076?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/1670015619362418076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=1670015619362418076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1670015619362418076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1670015619362418076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing.html' title='Changing...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Swyz24d148I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uO1naTjkYHY/s72-c/100_9967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-748540464590284188</id><published>2009-11-23T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:56:00.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>School is almost over, I am so thankful for that. It's been a pretty good semester I really can't complain. Next semester I am only taking one early childhood class, because I know trying to schedule site visits for two classes is going to very difficult. I am so excited to take my art class though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I are back together and that makes me VERY happy! I really feel blessed to have him in my life. He is just so kind and loving and we get along so well I think. I am just so in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are getting so big. Where did the time go? I can't believe Paige is 5 already. Austin is in 2nd grade and he really seems to enjoy it. That is so great! It's wonderful to see how far he has come and grown since kindergarten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-748540464590284188?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/748540464590284188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=748540464590284188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/748540464590284188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/748540464590284188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-4836805622690469453</id><published>2009-10-16T03:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:29:41.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loney'/><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>Over the past week I have had much to think about. I've questioned the reason Matt broke up with me. I questioned myself. I've gone through many emotions from extreme sadness to extreme anger. It's been a trying week. Finding out there is no hope for us, had me feeling something I had not felt in this past week. It was like my heart breaking for a second time. Then to find out the reason why there is no hope for us...well that...that hurt more then you could probably imagine. I felt guilty and angry with myself. I felt horrible and just beat myself up over it. How could I make someone I love feel that way? Feel wrong for his choices and what is best for him? Who does that? I love Matt in such a way I can't begin to explain, I just don't think there are words to describe it. I wish I could go back to Friday and rethink what I was saying. Not that I think it would matter any. I just thought this whole thing was going to get easier, but honestly it's not. If anything it's harder everyday. To go through my day knowing I won't hear from him or possibly ever see him again....I can't grasp that. That was my best friend. I'm finding it hard to sleep at night, even harder to wake up. I hate crying and now I just cry everyday. I feel so hated and that hurts so much. Today on facebook I had a status that said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temporary madness,erupts like an earthquake,then subsides. When it subsides u have to make a decision,to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable 2 part. That's what love is. It's not excitement or promise of eternal passion, that's just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves that we are. Love is what is leftover when being in love has burned away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some commented on it asking if I thought that was true. I said: Given what happened over the past week....I don't know. I think maybe. I feel love can get you through anything, if you believe the love is worth it. If it's not worth it to you, then problems seem impossible to mend, compromise, work through. Just my take. But I'm bitter so who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought of it that way, but I think I do now and that hurts a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late I need to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-4836805622690469453?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/4836805622690469453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=4836805622690469453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/4836805622690469453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/4836805622690469453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-3000964993973657368</id><published>2009-10-07T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:36:20.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>Just very sad today. I feel very lost and very hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-3000964993973657368?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/3000964993973657368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=3000964993973657368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3000964993973657368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3000964993973657368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-1384592391714668656</id><published>2009-08-17T00:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:37:11.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Philly and Update</title><content type='html'>Well things have been going well. I'm starting school next week and honestly I can't wait. Austin has spent the summer with my Grandparents, he comes back in two weeks. It's going to be so different having two kids around again. Things with Matt and I are going very well. I couldn't be happier. We went to Philly last night, and I had a lot of fun. Note to others: Do not wear flip flops when walking all over Philly or your feet will hurt, and when your boyfriend gives you the option of going back to the car or continue walking while you are in pain. choose the car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdOPMeWTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HPm2UPUZ1E0/s1600-h/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785792306075954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdOPMeWTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HPm2UPUZ1E0/s400/matt.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdNjKGI_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/p_HN46AmY8s/s1600-h/slurpee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785780484940786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdNjKGI_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/p_HN46AmY8s/s400/slurpee.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdNQ1dNBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IcxaGiy8BTg/s1600-h/philly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785775566533650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdNQ1dNBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IcxaGiy8BTg/s400/philly.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdM7iO7AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ztzv4473hLU/s1600-h/matt+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785769848761346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdM7iO7AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ztzv4473hLU/s400/matt+and+i.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdBqKzVHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uzCzxPYuLOE/s1600-h/libertybell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785576208520306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdBqKzVHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uzCzxPYuLOE/s400/libertybell2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdBEWcggI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8KMk7QmYMm8/s1600-h/libertybell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785566056808962" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdBEWcggI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8KMk7QmYMm8/s400/libertybell.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAx6vwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Aw_vPC4_iPg/s1600-h/independence+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785561108792018" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAx6vwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Aw_vPC4_iPg/s400/independence+hall.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAROzkTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5BLAUA5U6lM/s1600-h/fountian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785552334557490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAROzkTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5BLAUA5U6lM/s400/fountian2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAAVXdEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZyBuY-xQqHE/s1600-h/ctyhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785547798672450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdAAVXdEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZyBuY-xQqHE/s400/ctyhall.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-1384592391714668656?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/1384592391714668656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=1384592391714668656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1384592391714668656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1384592391714668656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/08/philly-and-update.html' title='Philly and Update'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/SojdOPMeWTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HPm2UPUZ1E0/s72-c/matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-3940466294256504368</id><published>2009-06-13T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:38:08.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>couldn't ask for more...</title><content type='html'>i feel really blessed in my life. it's so amazing to me how quickly my life turned around once i did what i needed too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such a wonderful family. they are there for me through good and bad. i have two beautiful children. they drive me crazy but i wouldn't change it for the world. i have an amazing boyfriend, who treats me great. i love him so much. what more could i ask for really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-3940466294256504368?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/3940466294256504368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=3940466294256504368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3940466294256504368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3940466294256504368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/06/couldnt-ask-for-more.html' title='couldn&apos;t ask for more...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-8468261447815849239</id><published>2009-03-16T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:38:33.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>what exactly does it mean to love someone? when is it to soon to love someone? can you even describe love? what if two pepole's meaning of love differ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me love is caring very much for someone. it's missing the little things about them. it's never wanting something bad to happen to them, or hoping they never leave your life. but am i right? can someone tell me what love is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-8468261447815849239?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/8468261447815849239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=8468261447815849239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/8468261447815849239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/8468261447815849239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-2460388215828568027</id><published>2009-02-11T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:39:59.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>I took the steps I needed to move forward in my life. I am finally happy! I also have an amazing boyfriend named Matt. He is so handsome and just wow! I feel on top of the world!I forgot what it was like to be truly happy. I'm so proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-2460388215828568027?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/2460388215828568027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=2460388215828568027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2460388215828568027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2460388215828568027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-4440415082005133508</id><published>2009-01-10T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:40:36.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Empty...</title><content type='html'>I have this over whelming feeling of emptiness I just can not shake today. I feel sick over it. I feel as tho I want to do things to improve my life and I can't. I feel stuck and trapped and it bothers me so much. I feel like things are out of my control and that scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-4440415082005133508?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/4440415082005133508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=4440415082005133508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/4440415082005133508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/4440415082005133508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty.html' title='Empty...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-1153928491354574918</id><published>2009-01-07T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:41:07.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>Life is what you make it. If you are unhappy with your life, fix it. I think i finally realized that I am the only one who can make the changes to improve my life and improve my happiness within myself. When you make other people your world and live to please others, you really are not living out your own happiness. To make your life really truly your own life you need to take that step back and look at yourself. It is not an easy thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-1153928491354574918?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/1153928491354574918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=1153928491354574918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1153928491354574918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/1153928491354574918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-9022384512483629386</id><published>2009-01-02T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:41:45.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><title type='text'>Hello 2009...</title><content type='html'>Hello 2009 I hope your better then 2008! I didn't make any resolutions this year because I know I won't stick with them. There are a few things I would like to do in '09. One thing that I need to do is to start trying to write again. During high school I would write a lot of poetry and then one just stopped. I haven't felt inspired, I need to find my insipration. I also want to try and cut down how much I smoke. I am not going to say quit, because I am not ready to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-9022384512483629386?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/9022384512483629386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=9022384512483629386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/9022384512483629386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/9022384512483629386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-6872393198902577681</id><published>2008-12-26T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:42:35.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>christmas, where did it go?</title><content type='html'>let me start off by saying please excuse all errors in this post to come. i am trying to do this update from my phone, while i am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that i got that important measage out  of the way. christmas has come and gone. God is it me or was that awful quick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve we went to my cousin Heather's house. The kids had a blast! I really enjoy spending time with my family....they are nuts....in good way of course. After my cousin's we took a ride to Parsippany and my Father was there. I gave him his gift and got out of there as fast as possible. I really do not like being around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came and left many gifts under the tree for the kids. They really enjoyed all their gifts. Austin was so into all of his new stuff, he didnt even want to leave to go with my Grandparents for a few days. That is very rare for him. I made dinner for us and my dad. We had ham, garlic mashed potatos, greenbeans, corn, stuffing and cranberry sauce. It turned out very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to leave work now, i will try and update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-6872393198902577681?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/6872393198902577681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=6872393198902577681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/6872393198902577681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/6872393198902577681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-where-did-it-go.html' title='christmas, where did it go?'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-2660377951883175840</id><published>2008-12-10T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:43:18.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><title type='text'>Hard Times...</title><content type='html'>I've done some soul searching and have made some tough choices over the past few weeks. Things, I believe were good choices, healthy choices for my own well being. Someone else may disagree and although I see their point, they can not seem to see mine. Mentally and emotionally I am to a point. They may blame it on other issues or even other people I may be talking with, but what they believe is wrong. I am not saying I am perfect and that some problems were not my fault. People do change, and it may not be the way others want it. I need to stop living my life to please him and start living my life for me. For that I need to move forward without him. Yes it may sound mean and yes it may be hurtful, but I cannot control the way I feel just to please others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-2660377951883175840?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/2660377951883175840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=2660377951883175840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2660377951883175840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/2660377951883175840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2008/12/hard-times.html' title='Hard Times...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-64878530425303396</id><published>2008-11-24T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:43:44.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Moving to PA, really had to be one of my better moves. Things are so different not just for me but for my children. They are happier and I am happier. I think I have grown, not just as a parent but in general. I have come to realize what is important and what is not. I've begun a new journey in my faith, as well as instill faith in my children lives. The LORD is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is doing remarkabley well in school and we have found the underlying reason for his behavior and his actions. He is moving forward and I can see a real difference that makes him much happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-64878530425303396?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/64878530425303396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=64878530425303396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/64878530425303396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/64878530425303396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-5302252507890123042</id><published>2008-11-24T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:17:29.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Blog'/><title type='text'>Posts from my old blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the posts from my old blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, January 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4751608181822590053"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurt.html"&gt;Hurt...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand the human brain and people's emotions. Do all people have emotions or is it possible for someone to be emotionless? This is a question I find myself asking more and more. I'm trying to analyze my recent choices and understand all that I can about myself. This I am finding very difficult. Who knew a journey to find the real me could be so fucking hard! Sometimes I really sit back and look at my life in the whole and I hate myself, I really do. Maybe just maybe I am on this mission to find me and maybe it's a waste of time maybe this is the real me, maybe I am already found. I've fucked up my life in more ways then I would like to admit. Do they have a website out there on how to grow a fucking back bone, because honestly I think I need to read that. Have you ever felt that every choice your making is wrong and this whole plan you had for life went flying out the closest open window? If not, your lucky it's not fun at all.I just feel like every time I let someone in, somehow they come back to smack me in my face about it. My face is really starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Daisha at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurt.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;2:33 AM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28763077&amp;amp;postID=4751608181822590053"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday, December 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2747670833810497319"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-i-did-it-again.html"&gt;Well I did it again...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I promised to keep this current and once again I forgot.....sorry.Anyway quick update then on to the real stuff. I'm going to be taking some time off school which to be honest has me a bit upset, but it's not a choice. Since I am moving to PA in March I will not be able to continue at Warren County and Austin's new school will be half day so this will make everything a bit impossible.So onto the other crap.So I was on this whole finding myself kick and somehow got lost along the way. Went right back to all the bullshit I tried to improve. Gave up on myself. I still am learning lessons about the person I am. I am way to kind and way to trusting and with the recent events that have happened in my life, I have learned a huge lesson. Do not trust people so easily because they will back stab you when you least expect it.To become so close to someone they become like your family and you trust them with every bit of confidence and then magically one day they can crush your entire world and not have one bit of remorse, hurts. So why do people have friends and trust people? Is it me do I draw piece of shit people into my life? Do I have this sign hanging around my neck that I am unaware of that says: Hey I'm a trusting person take advantage of me?The sad part is it happened with not one but two people who I trusted, at the same time. I feel empty inside. I feel very angry and hurt. The anger is not going away like I hoped it would, it's becoming much worse. Everyday I struggle just to wake up because I don't want to face what lies ahead of me.I need to shake this crap and keep going, but this time I am finding it so hard.I wish I knew how to regroup myself and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Daisha at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-i-did-it-again.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;10:56 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28763077&amp;amp;postID=2747670833810497319"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, August 29, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2861013920122106436"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/08/wisdom.html"&gt;Wisdom...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realized through my journey to find who I am, that I actually really have grown and matured in my way of thinking. I look at things in a new way, a good way. I take things with ease, because worrying does nothing for you. I except everyone for who they are, I'm not the one to judge them. Every person you meet has a form of lesson for you to learn. There should never be a conversation you walk away from without learning something from it. My mind is eager to learn the things I do not know yet. Everyday I look at like a lesson in life weather it be good or bad. It makes the day a whole lot less boring.There is so much I want to do with my life and will do. I will make an impact in a positive way for my children. That is the best gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Daisha at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/08/wisdom.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;12:34 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28763077&amp;amp;postID=2861013920122106436"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, August 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4286531698658536514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-check-in.html"&gt;Long time no check in?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you know my step Dad is in the hospital. He's doing much better.I've taken on a new responsibility of keeping all the paper work and bills for his business in order while he laid up. School will be starting again soon, so things will be getting a bit more hectic and I don't think I like that.That is one thing I have yet to teach myself how to be organized. I don't know why I lack that ability so much. Something about it just does not click with me.I always feel like I am forgetting to do something or I have a million things to do. Am I the only one who feels this way?Take this blog as an example, I start one and promise myself to keep it up to date, but lord I find that so hard to do. My life is just that uneventful.So from here on out, I will try to regularly update once again. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Daisha at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://dschofield.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-check-in.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;10:08 PM&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/1707884357214159378-5302252507890123042?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/5302252507890123042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=5302252507890123042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/5302252507890123042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/5302252507890123042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2008/11/posts-from-my-old-blog.html' title='Posts from my old blog.'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707884357214159378.post-3482147121331873875</id><published>2008-11-24T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T04:44:13.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daisha'/><title type='text'>Yes I kow...</title><content type='html'>I know I know another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I forgot the login information for my old one, so I had no choice but to make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some posts on my older blog that I really liked and I thought were well written, so I will post those here and then just start where I left off...Lucky you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1707884357214159378-3482147121331873875?l=daishascho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/feeds/3482147121331873875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1707884357214159378&amp;postID=3482147121331873875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3482147121331873875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707884357214159378/posts/default/3482147121331873875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daishascho.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-kow.html' title='Yes I kow...'/><author><name>-Daisha-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475734372410511142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3YHel-jj5c/Sd6cpNCI6GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/v0bWoQGoAZA/S220/th_044773b7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
