tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57315264462652627882024-02-07T13:05:27.356-06:00Trials and Smiles of Danette AnnDanette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-39063972075275861932013-08-23T15:34:00.001-05:002013-08-23T15:34:03.784-05:00Europe for 2 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I will be headed to Europe August 26th, which is in 3 days. The plan is to visit 16 countries in 2 months time! My travel partner, Amy and I started a blog about this trip so we will be posting on that for the time we are away. <br />
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For those that are interested in coming along with us on this adventure, please visit <a href="http://www.alaska2europe.blogspot.com/">Alaska 2 Europe</a> .Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-61408562940303419922013-07-03T14:47:00.000-05:002013-07-03T18:07:22.364-05:00Awe Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just had an "Awe Moment" on my drive home tonight. Seeing the amazing mountains of Alaska, the green trees, the sun peaking out of the rain clouds. Getting off work from a job I absolutely love. Getting to share a coffee with my best friend and then going to dinner with some amazing friends.<br>
I'm going to Europe for 2 months with my dear friend Amy. ...Just because we can!!!<br>
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I don't know how I have both the most amazing family and all of the most amazing friends in the world. I literally might be the most blessed person I know. I do not know why I am not continually aware of this.<br>
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I get so wrapped up in my "problems" -But this happened in Israel, this happened in Africa, I got my heart broken and people aren't always what they seem.<br>
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I have been freaking out for years now. "why does this and that have to happen? Why couldn't I have done this better or dealt with this a certain way?" I have let things stack up so much that it's not just one issue I need to deal with, it's all my tiny questions and worries rolled into one ginormous pile. So much to the point where I can't even be alone with myself. I either have to have music on or some other form of distraction for fear of thinking about things and actually have to process and deal with them. Its so much easier to stuff them away.<br>
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Anyway, it got to the point where my best friend basically made me go to counseling. Talk about feeling like a crazy! I was sitting in the office thing to myself -is this where I have let my life get to? I'm so out of control that I actually need professional help?<br>
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I told my counselor all the points in my life that have had an affect on my. Because I know exactly what they are. I cried and cried and cried. I had it stuffed for a reason. Because I don't like talking about it.<br>
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And when I left, I realized that that was the first time I had really been able to categorize the pain in my life in an orderly and non-confusing way. This happened, then that and next this. By themselves they don't seem to be that major. But when you heap them all into one huge pile and just stair at it, it feels like a bigger issue than you are capable of dealing with. <br>
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I was waiting on my counselor to give me some earth shattering advice. Something that would turn my world upside down and change my life forever. But she didn't say anything I didn't already know or anything that Amanda hadn't told me already. And it dawned on me that I and I alone am the only one that can decide when wallowing in my past is enough. That at some point I have to except that I may never understand things fully and that thats okay. That I have the power to decide my future, to decide my outlook and to decide what I am going to carry around as baggage and what I am going to leave behind and learn something from.<br>
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Every time I turn around I'm shocked by what this world thinks is okay. How people hurt others without even a care in the world it seems. And I just can't help but think, where did these people grow up?!! I feel like people look out for themselves and themselves alone. And not to say that I haven't hurt anyone, because I know I have, but I feel like I'm at least always trying to look out for others. "How would I feel if I were in this situation? And how would I want to be treated?" Anyways, something happened recently where I was once again found myself disappointed by someone. And it was to the point where I was so pissed that I decided I was sick of looking out for everyone's best interest. Because clearly no one was looking out for me. I have to continually watch my back while at the same time trying to watch out for everyone else in the process.<br>
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I was telling Amanda how I was sick of trying, sick of always trying to make the right choices, sick of trying to take the high road, sick of trying to be a good example and sick of trying to be a strong person. NO ONE else seems to be trying! I look around and all I see are people going with the flow! Doing whatever the heck they want! And that is what I want to do, because trying to be a "good person" all the time is too hard! It's so hard in this crazy would.<br>
And Amanda looks at me and says something along the lines of, "that's what the world does!!! They don't know any better! You do!" ....Oh.<br>
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I get so busy with life that before I know it I haven't sat down and prayed in months! And reading the bible? Forget it. I'm too busy listening to songs like Bump & Grind and Popping Tags that I don't even think about it. I'm just killing one day at a time. And that is not what I want for my life.<br>
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So my "Awe Moment" as I was driving home tonight was this -My life is what I make it. Period. I can decide for myself how happy I want to be. I get to choose what I stress about and let drag me down. I have more blessings in my life that I can even count! And I am loved!!!!! I don't have to carry around anything I don't want. I get to decide how I deal with everything. If I want to walk around with all my baggage, then I can walk around hurt and pissed off at the world. But if I want to walk around with a genuine smile on my face, truly happy, I can leave my problems at the cross. Its my choice! Cry a little about it, and move on. <br>
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Do you ever feel like just closing your eyes, stretching out your arms and just letting everything fall away? Those are the moments when I realize that nothing else in the world matters but God. To just be able to breath. <br>
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So, no more stupid Pop'n Tag songs just to distract myself from life. I want to get back on track and listen to what God has for me. Even if it is the more difficult way. I don't want to look like the rest of the world. Because my excuse of "everyone else is doing it or acting this or that way" is not going to cut it. I am solely responsible for my actions and no one else is going to answer for me.<br>
<br>Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-82347820342297942232013-05-10T16:44:00.001-05:002013-05-10T19:00:11.590-05:00Life, Alaska and EuropeIt wont come as a shock to most, but i am back in Alaska for the 8th time! Its only been four months since i was last here, but it seems as though it has been much too longer. <br />
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The day I arrived I found a sweet car for $700. Yes, it looks like it may fall apart at any second, but it drives like a dream. :) It only took me a week and a half to find a place to live and get moved in. One of my dear friends was gracious enough to let me stay with her until I could find a place (Thank you K!). I have been working nonstop at the salon and loving it! It's been so great to be back and see my Alaskan friends! I smile at the mountains and I'm convinced they smile back. Maybe I sound crazy, but there is something about this place that makes me feel a little more relaxed. The air is lighter and it just smells crisp and clean. I can't wait to get out and do some hiking and fishing! <br />
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And in other news, sometimes I cannot believe this is my life! Life really is what you make it. Backpacking Europe has been at the top of my bucket list for about 6 years. And i knew if i didn't make it happen now while I'm still young it was never going to happen. Amy and I have just purchased one way tickets to Europe!!! WE ARE REALLY GOING TO EUROPE!!!!! <br />
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We will be leaving Anchorage, Alaska August 26th and have a a ten hour layover in Iceland! We are very excited to check out Reykjavik for a couple of hours! Then onto Barcelona, Spain where we will officially kick off this two month adventure!!! (All my dear European friends I met in Hawaii, I want to see you all!!!!)<br />
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I dreamt last night we had just landed in Europe and it was mad chaos, we had brought so much stuff with us that mascara, eyeliner and curling iron cords were just falling out of our backpacks. We looked like a hot mess! So in reality, very minimal of that stuff is going to make it into my backpack! I've been making a list of things I'm willing to haul around with me everyday for 2 months. I think I will even amaze myself at how little a person can get away with. I want to take the very least that I can. :) Though I've already changed my mind from NO flat iron to my MINI flat iron. I can't look like a hobo the whole time I am there. :)Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-88104257807990130722013-04-08T00:07:00.000-05:002013-05-10T18:50:49.466-05:005K Color Run!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can Someone Say fun?!!!! I don't know when the last time is I
had this much fun! I just ran my first 5K and I think I will forever be
spoiled! What a blast!! I recommend that everyone that has the chance
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excuse!!! The Color Run! <br />
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<br />Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-49493877161577768632013-04-04T23:48:00.000-05:002013-04-07T23:51:42.649-05:005 Years Later<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ms_u1lHeMYgxPrELWXDqJQAK5NI5Vc7bTNIGgngbGgmwbS3aC06-oLxYhJcA_mPPH8XmSDORH8tmjQaws1yN14S6w-sHyA_-t7O153JZXOJt3RFJZdngR83k_8I2ZxN4hDx61j-Fiiwd/s1600/Picture+381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ms_u1lHeMYgxPrELWXDqJQAK5NI5Vc7bTNIGgngbGgmwbS3aC06-oLxYhJcA_mPPH8XmSDORH8tmjQaws1yN14S6w-sHyA_-t7O153JZXOJt3RFJZdngR83k_8I2ZxN4hDx61j-Fiiwd/s400/Picture+381.jpg" width="400" /></a>I feel like I had a revelation last night...<br />
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Well, let me start at the beginning. My life has not been the same since my trip to Africa in 2008. I know I've kind of written about this in the past, but I never really had an answers to my questions. And now I do!!!<br />
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So, just a quick recap. In Africa, seeing all the hurt, all the pain, all the innocent children dieing. Starving. I was torn apart. And since then I have struggled with how God could be a God of love and let this happen. Yes, I know all the answers and it's not Gods "fault" there is hurt. We live in a fallen and sin filled world.<br />
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While in Africa, I was determined to find in my bible how much God loves us. Well, for some reason I decided to start in the old testament and try to figure out what the heck went wrong. I ended up reading about Noah and the flood. And in Genesis 6:7 is says <i><span style="font-size: small;">"So the Lord said, "I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth, both man and beast, creeping thing and birds of the air, FOR I AM SORRY THAT I HAVE MADE THEM."</span></i><br />
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I was SO mad!!!! I basically felt like He already knew we weren't going to be perfect in the first place so why did He even bother if He was going to be so sorry! I guess since then I have kept tabs of every single thing I've done wrong and am consistently reminded of how I have fallen short and continue to make mistakes. <br />
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Well, I've been reading this book called Destined to Reign by Joseph Prince (Thank you Dad) and things finally made sense!<br />
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He basically said that those of us who believe God is sometimes angry with us are still living under the old covenant of the law and not under the new covenant of grace. That under law, God demanded righteousness from man. And that under grace God provided righteousness for man. That under law, everything depended on man and his obedience. But under grace, everything depends on Jesus and what He did on the cross.<br />
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I guess that even though I know all this stuff in my head, it just finally clicked. I still don't understand why Jesus couldn't have just been there from the beginning and we could have just scratched the old law from the get go. But maybe we would have never fully understood Grace?Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-26193133621250735072013-04-01T23:41:00.002-05:002013-04-01T23:47:41.542-05:00One Way Ticket<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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So excited I could jump for joy! I just bought my ticket to Alaska for the 24th of April! Besides the amazing part of getting to be in Alaska soon, I also only spent $18 on this ticket! Granted, I did have air miles, but usually I have to buy 2 separate tickets to be able to use my miles. So, thank you Alaska Air for partnering with American Airlines! You just made my life so much better!<br />
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I've been living with my little sister here in Missouri, I imagined lots of hanging out time, but between her and I both working crazy hours we NEVER have a day off that is the same. Unfortunitely there hasn't been a lot of sister time. =[<br />
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I know a lot of people have 2 jobs and work all the time, but I feel like I am slowly killing myself. Turns out I do actually like to have a life out side of work. =]<br />
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My goal while I was here was to save a good percent of the money I will need for my travels to Europe this fall, and I am very pleased with my accomplishment. I think my one job at the salon in Alaska with suffice for the summer.<br />
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Definitely looking forward another amazing summer! To see all my Alaskan friends and to hopefully make new ones! Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-40635232348074236912013-01-21T19:57:00.000-06:002013-01-21T20:01:28.967-06:00The Things I Will do to Save for My Trip to EuropeI have acquired 2 jobs since moving to Missouri. My first being at a salon and second at a bar and grill. I say bar and grill, but as the sun goes down it seems more like a club. Security, loud music, dancing and alcohol. All combined and you get the results of people being crazy. <br />
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When I applied for this job I simply picked this place because it's individually owned (which means there are not all the stupid corporate rules) and the dress code is jeans and a sports shirt, which I can totally dig. I didn't however realize how crazy it could get on the weekends.<br />
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I don't get off work until 2am some nights. Which makes for a long day, as I start at the salon at 9 am. Anyways, I wanted to quit the first couple of days, I got home reeking of cigarette smoke and ears ringing because the music was deafening. But I always tell myself that I have to give it at least 2 weeks, because everything, no matter what it may be is always terrible in the beginning. A person can't possible know what they've gotten themselves into until until they have given it a fair shot.<br />
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I personally don't have anything against drinking (responsible and in moderation) but I'm wondering where the line is. I like to go out with friends for a drink. Or even the last bar and grill I worked at, I enjoyed serving alcohol. But it was to people that were just going out to socialize and a grab a drink. And I feel there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.<br />
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The place I am now working at, I was actually walking around with a tray of shots trying to get people to buy them. Which was surprisingly fun, music was playing, people were dancing, giving me complements and having a great time. But it's not like you're just walking around asking people if they want shots, you are trying to get them to buy them from you. They say "no thanks" and I then find myself saying something along the lines of, "awe come on, you should have one!!"<br />
What?!!! That is not me at all!!!! I never in my life thought I would being trying to get people to drink alcohol! And just so I could make a few bucks? I keep repeating in my head "Europe, Europe, Europe." But I don't know how I feel about all this.<br />
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*A little disclaimer. I just want to be clear that this post is in no way meant to be judgmental of anyone, whether you go out partying every night or don't go out at all. And further more, I am in no way claim I don't go out myself on occasions. =]<br />
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I don't even know where to begin. I have wanted to backpack through
Europe for years now. Somehow something always ended up falling through and I push it off to another year. But my only goal this spring/summer is to save enough money for this
dream to became a reality. My dear friend Amy and I are planning on going this fall for 2 months. We are going to get a Eurail pass and see as many countries as possible, make new friends and see old ones! I am so excited for this adventure! </div>
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We are only young once, and I know if I
don't make this happen now it might never be possible.<br />
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So, as Mark Twain has said, "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that
you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover."<br />
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I know it's not all going to be a cake walk, I'm preparing myself
mentally to be lost, tired, cold and hungry and I hope that I can always
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If any of you have any great knowledge or helpful hints on backpacking for 2 months, I am all ears. This will be my first backpacking trip. =]</div>
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How has yet another year passed us by? It doesn’t even seem
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The beginning of this year started off for me in Arkansas. I
was working at a salon during the day and Sassy’s bar and grill at night. It
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In June, I moved back again to Alaska, making this my 7<sup>th</sup>
trip up here. It seems no matter what I do, I can’t stay away. There is
definitely something special about this place that I love dearly. It was
another summer of commercial fishing and fun. I’m not sure whether to say
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In September, I flew down to Missouri where I had the
privilege of being maid of honor in my best friend Jessica’s wedding. It was
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In November, I decided to get dental work done in Mexico. I
felt like I was taking a bit of a gamble, but thankfully it was a smart
decision and I would definitely do it again. I stopped in Arizona to see my
grandparents and my uncle Norman, and then my friend Matt and I took a quick
trip to San Diego to get some surfing in. The water was freezing but it was
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but I feel I should still be 18. Last year for my birthday I was surfing my
heart out in Hawaii, this year I was stoked to be able to take a trip up to
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I have no idea what this next year will bring, but I’m
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I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and that this
next year brings you all the joy and peace in the world! I love each of you and
continue to be overwhelmed by the incredible people I have in my life! How does
one girl get to be so blessed!</div>
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Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-9829551827250055642012-03-29T11:22:00.006-05:002012-03-29T13:39:18.818-05:00Decisions Decisions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl3U9ajCrmJWtB0GdoMUxSvLakvdmj6kvC-HQ96FqlYk8wZ5Qc28UxGg9y71Cjb6boMBxX2hh4OPnk1DmiemMLCPmNvmMh_OnTM9Kq7onRmGIqcHoNOeDQN7QNgPoGu09LVxkIRBT-6PN/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl3U9ajCrmJWtB0GdoMUxSvLakvdmj6kvC-HQ96FqlYk8wZ5Qc28UxGg9y71Cjb6boMBxX2hh4OPnk1DmiemMLCPmNvmMh_OnTM9Kq7onRmGIqcHoNOeDQN7QNgPoGu09LVxkIRBT-6PN/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725365352308030610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How is it the end of March already? I feel like I should be headed on some crazy adventure by now. I guess sometimes staying put can be just as big of an adventure. It definitely has it's challenges.<br /><br />I've been living in Arkansas since January. My brother Luke was so amazing and moved out of his one bedroom apartment into a two bedroom just for me. Turns out we make amazing roommates. We're both a little OCD. =]<br /><br />As I'm sure everyone knows, I have a little bit of a commitment issue. I like to keep my options open, just in case, you know. I didn't want to sign a year lease, because who could possible know what I would want to do in a couple months. And Luke only had six months left on his so I was basically just signing under his lease. We sat down to sign everything and were in a major hurry because Luke had to be to work in like 10 minutes. We were literally throwing papers across the table signing whatever. And the lady asked if we had any questions. Luke said no, and I just wanted to double check that I was only signing a six month lease. She informed me that we were signing a year lease... Ha ha! Wow, NO! I was seriously panicking just a little. A YEAR! That is so long to be in one spot. We did get it straightened out and I can leave in July if I want.<br /><br />All of that to say, I still don't know what I'm doing with my life. =] I'm working at a salon here in Arkansas at the moment. We just opened about a month ago so it's been really slow going. I have started getting repeat clients so I know it could be really good. We're in a great spot and the salon is so beautiful! But it could be a year before I am booked with clients all day everyday. That is such a long time to invest if I'm not even sure I want to live in Arkansas... Oh the decisions.<br /><br />It's so weird, I worked for Smart Style Salon in both Missouri and Alaska. And I made great money. But I hated that the salon was located inside Wal Mart. It drove me crazy. I wanted to be in a "real salon"... But now that I am, I also have to wait tables as night. So even though I'm at the salon 7 hours a day and at the restaurant 6 hours day, I spend more time at tables than I do behind my chair doing hair. =[<br /><br />What should a person do? I want to go to Europe for two weeks in June. Also, I want to fish in Alaska this summer. But I also want to have roots somewhere.... And I can't keep bouncing around (for more than two weeks at a time) and have roots. How am I supposed to decide which is more important? And I want to live in California... But I don't want to miss Joey growing up. I feel like I can't make up my mind.Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-62823546057129119272011-12-15T19:35:00.009-06:002011-12-16T09:53:23.358-06:00Merry Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1lf4gGnrKoFlo1tNZlMnn0kpibsKUbhJ4AXDq8OjMHHjVU0pNGCBzT12Ian3Z6OY0fSDn-kr9pKqhqVUx182LaloVuI6zR5vlB5jt_dBykrxaPZjUHBzh8OB6uYDgq9_ZpsDv656mReh/s1600/Picture+095.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1lf4gGnrKoFlo1tNZlMnn0kpibsKUbhJ4AXDq8OjMHHjVU0pNGCBzT12Ian3Z6OY0fSDn-kr9pKqhqVUx182LaloVuI6zR5vlB5jt_dBykrxaPZjUHBzh8OB6uYDgq9_ZpsDv656mReh/s400/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686600943156610242" border="0" /></a><br />Family and Friends! <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="st">Mele Kalikimaka</span> (Merry Christmas) from the Big Island of Hawaii! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It hardly feels like Christmas is around the corner with all this sunshine I’m experiencing on the beach. It’s fantastic!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hate that I take for granted how blessed I am. It usually takes me sitting down with a pen and paper reflecting, before I recall all the amazing things in my life. I always forget how many things I have to be thankful for. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I kicked off this past New Year living in Missouri with my little sister Sarah. I was working freshly out of cosmetology school as a brand new hairstylist. It was pretty intimidating the first several months. Shampooing men’s hair… That was way out of my comfort zone! Or trimming a cute guys beard… Especially intimidating after they’d asked you out and you’d declined with a lame excuse. It was all a bit much. You’re up in their face and they have nowhere else to look but at you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I probably could have avoided some of the awkwardness if I didn’t first start out by saying, “this isn’t awkward at all”, and then nervously laughing. And no matter how I try to avoid it, I will inevitable always stick the clipper guard up their nose. It’s a site to behold for sure.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, other than having to get used to all that, I absolutely love being a hairdresser! I am so very thankful I took time out of my travels to go to school. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">After living in Missouri for a solid year and a half. (I know, record breaking.) I moved up to Kenai, Alaska where I have always wanted to live. It’s such a breathtakingly gorgeous place! My best friend Amanda lives there and I finally got to meet her baby Malachi. He’s such a doll! I was working in a salon with some amazing ladies. They taught me so much and I am just so thankful to have met them. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When I wasn’t at the salon I was either bundled up on the beach with a fire or out on a boat fishing with one of three beach sites I know.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I moved up there in April, stayed through the “warm” part of the year, and then when I had to start scraping ice off my windshield in October, I decided it was time to migrate to warmer grounds. I love Alaska, and I feel like I can’t say that enough. Because it really does feel like home. My heart is in Alaska. And one day I might be able to move back, but for now, I just feel I need to be somewhere else. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m in Hawaii at the moment working as a Mission Builder for the University of the Nations. I have been here about two and a half months and have met so many incredible people from around the world. It has been so refreshing. It just feels like a little break from life. Like the world has stopped spinning for one second and I can stand up again and breathe. Everyone here is just so encouraging and uplifting. It’s been a blessing for sure.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As for right now, I’m in the process of getting yet another cosmetology license. Each state requires a different license, so it is a bit of a pain to move around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m spending Christmas with my family in Arkansas and I hope t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Qx161yzXu7-84Ml2WopL_tE7pPky5OHZaCDlRXlXjO5CaFdyeU4pmPauTM_lspzVZnpLofYbr3hPNBue4brNQQEjsXKZAxle040VfCJPGEEQcAe5AM_nVHQWtoimV968OFIUhoWUjcp/s1600/Picture+020tc.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Qx161yzXu7-84Ml2WopL_tE7pPky5OHZaCDlRXlXjO5CaFdyeU4pmPauTM_lspzVZnpLofYbr3hPNBue4brNQQEjsXKZAxle040VfCJPGEEQcAe5AM_nVHQWtoimV968OFIUhoWUjcp/s400/Picture+020tc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686601235928022162" border="0" /></a>o get a place close to my little brother Luke until summer. Possibly back to Alaska for fishing in July and then I’m thinking maybe California would be a great place for me to live. I might be able to make it in the Geniuses World Record for most held cosmetology license after all this. =]<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope this New Year is full of joy –real genuine joy for each of you. And I hope you will know the love of God.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Danette</p>Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-2984927340821557152011-11-15T00:12:00.002-06:002011-11-15T00:18:29.590-06:00Psalms 139<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_tvD2sRjhRkIpmKZaShV9I4_IbSKtI4dkhrrIGOnihmY6AJ-CAa_sW9H9X0tWzkXjDJfHNWCPnVD3Os_MUbFJAxRIi00uQt4yqMrsfxHDxKx1lYyeYAw4QYYblmrcd11kdMW3D-e9LGe/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn_tvD2sRjhRkIpmKZaShV9I4_IbSKtI4dkhrrIGOnihmY6AJ-CAa_sW9H9X0tWzkXjDJfHNWCPnVD3Os_MUbFJAxRIi00uQt4yqMrsfxHDxKx1lYyeYAw4QYYblmrcd11kdMW3D-e9LGe/s400/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675102981257526258" border="0" /></a><br />O LORD, You have searched me and known <i>me.</i><br />You know my sitting down and my rising up;<br /> You understand my thought afar off.<br />You comprehend my path and my lying down,<br /> And are acquainted with all my ways.<br />For <i>there is</i> not a word on my tongue,<br /> <i>But</i> behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.<br />You have hedged me behind and before,<br /> And laid Your hand upon me.<br /><i>Such</i> knowledge <i>is</i> too wonderful for me;<br /> It is high, I cannot <i>attain</i> it.<br /> <br />Where can I go from Your Spirit?<br /> Or where can I flee from Your presence?<br />If I ascend into heaven, You <i>are</i> there;<br /> If I make my bed in hell, behold, You <i>are there.</i><br /><i>If</i> I take the wings of the morning,<br /> <i>And</i> dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,<br />Even there Your hand shall lead me,<br /> And Your right hand shall hold me.<br />If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,”<br /> Even the night shall be light about me;<br />Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,<br /> But the night shines as the day;<br /> The darkness and the light <i>are</i> both alike <i>to You.</i><br /> <br />For You formed my inward parts;<br /> You covered me in my mother’s womb.<br />I will praise You, for I am fearfully <i>and</i> wonderfully made;<br /> Marvelous are Your works,<br /> And <i>that</i> my soul knows very well.<br />My frame was not hidden from You,<br /> When I was made in secret,<br /> <i>And</i> skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.<br />Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.<br /> And in Your book they all were written,<br /> The days fashioned for me,<br /> When <i>as yet there were</i> none of them.<br /> <br />How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!<br /> How great is the sum of them!<br /><i>If</i> I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;<br /> When I awake, I am still with You.<br /> <br />Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!<br /> Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.<br />For they speak against You wickedly;<br /> Your enemies take <i>Your name</i> in vain.<br />Do I not hate them, O LORD, who hate You?<br /> And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?<br />I hate them with perfect hatred;<br /> I count them my enemies.<br /> <br />Search me, O God, and know my heart;<br /> Try me, and know my anxieties;<br />And see if <i>there is any</i> wicked way in me,<br /> And lead me in the way everlasting.Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-88401704301874878762011-10-17T23:51:00.003-05:002011-10-18T00:30:01.205-05:00Epic Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJUOIrWFfYaRtWDMku3u-KzN-ZY9D3CwQ7zhym_ZYbsVlbDIIHWBn40_Wf7vbA-CCsK9RJqH8mhhzXhw1Ru7vGzOPBkyJ74dg3kjbOvsnAz5ipCuCa4kjiS2HoyDWRItAPdcHljGnFLsK/s1600/DSC00232t.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJUOIrWFfYaRtWDMku3u-KzN-ZY9D3CwQ7zhym_ZYbsVlbDIIHWBn40_Wf7vbA-CCsK9RJqH8mhhzXhw1Ru7vGzOPBkyJ74dg3kjbOvsnAz5ipCuCa4kjiS2HoyDWRItAPdcHljGnFLsK/s400/DSC00232t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664690788540711122" border="0" /></a><br />(Not the best picture ever, but I wanted a surfing one.)<br /><br />I had the most amazing time surfing day!!! Life in Hawaii is really starting to look up. The first time I went out (which this picture is from) wasn't totally phenomenal. Still fun, but I was a little disappointed because the waves were so small it was impossible to catch one. I kind of figured they were always like that. And I was at the "best" surfing spot on the island. But today, nothing short of amazing! They were perfect! I think I will go now every free moment I have! I feel as though I've had a dose of happy medicine. You know the feeling you have when you fall in love and you're just walking around with a stupid grin on your face? Yeah totally that. =] Only so much better! No huge risks really. I mean, drowning could be a problem, but that's so minor. =]<br /><br />So, the first week of moving is always so rough for me. Meeting so many people, and trying to figure out what your supposed to be doing when and where. It's stressful. And first impressions are such a big deal. You can't risk messing it up. It's a lot of pressure. Seriously. I'm happy that's over with. I've already met so many amazing people from all over the world. It's so refreshing to be surrounded by so many Christians. So many positive and happy people in one spot, it's amazing.<br /><br />I take back all the negative things I said about Hawaii in my last post. It's not quite as hot and miserable as I first thought. Still horrible to dry your hair -but perfect for surfing! I think coming from Alaska it was just a little bit of a shock.<br /><br />So, I just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing much better than when I first arrived. Thank you guys so much for your comments on my last post.Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-84173730201941698612011-10-13T00:16:00.004-05:002011-10-16T00:37:37.553-05:00My little "Missionary Heart"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iEJtc3yfkMLGk8T5kjBYnLXffkPiU17ALRpbX_kcmAAphwmoOPRdcOU73y2NEFLF3PJvrbjW6H181AncYRgnmXl-41bQMvz6sypIYvopRfVo6zAeABNhugkZmDwVvq-4mCeiKG8XtKAj/s1600/IMG_7885.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iEJtc3yfkMLGk8T5kjBYnLXffkPiU17ALRpbX_kcmAAphwmoOPRdcOU73y2NEFLF3PJvrbjW6H181AncYRgnmXl-41bQMvz6sypIYvopRfVo6zAeABNhugkZmDwVvq-4mCeiKG8XtKAj/s400/IMG_7885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663955337437821234" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><br />It has not even been 48 hours since my arrival here at the University of the Nations in Kona, Hawaii. So many things I want to say simultaneously. <p class="MsoNormal">When I was 18 I was blessed with a year of scrubbing toilets, everyday. Literally, everyday. For a year. It was quite a humbling experience. I would like to think that it stretched me and made me a better person. I definitely grew from it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And I definitely wouldn’t be the person I am if it weren’t for all the trials I endured at Friend Ships.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So coming here I was all ready to “serve”. I said I would do whatever. However, I did email them before I came just to kind of feel the waters. They said I would be working in the finance office and the boutique.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Yeah, I could do that. Sit in an office for the day and then go down to the beach afterwards. Why not? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">To be quite honest, I was struggling a bit in the first place as to whether or not I wanted to come. Leaving Alaska was very hard. I love Alaska! I think I could actually hear my heart tearing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And seriously, working for free? Does that even really make sense? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve done this before, in Louisiana. Best years of my life, and some of the hardest. But I’m in Hawaii now! This should be easy! A piece of cake! A little time to regroup and rethink life. Lie in the sun and relax! Recover from the trials life throws at you! This will be amazing!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What I’ve pictured in my mind is not actually what reality is. It’s HOT here. People do not tell you this about Hawaii… It is humid. People do not tell you that. It’s not as bad as Louisiana. But it’s oh so hot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And I don’t know a soul! Why do I do this to myself, seriously? Not one friend. (yet.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was thinking about having myself a little melt down last night. Tuesday night is a mandatory meeting. Worship and teaching. I was sitting there with I’m sure, a dazed look, and my mind was just wandering. I was wondering where I was going to put my things because I didn’t have enough drawers or hangers. I like everything neat. Neat and tidy. And I like my seven pillows on my bed. Made very neat and perfect everyday. I was trying to figure out when I was going to shower, how many times I was going to have to apply make up in one day, where there were enough outlets by a mirror so I could fix my hair. I’m a hairdresser. I have to have nice hair! I was starting to freak out a little. If you shower before work, then you get all hot and sweaty and then you have to shower after work… There aren’t that many hours in a day. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then I thought to my self, “wow, Danette, when did you become so high maintenance?” That is the definition of high maintenance right? I’m totally fitting that description… I’ve always thought of myself as a “missionary girl”. Hey, I did spend three months in Africa! That’s got to count for something right? But wow reality sometimes is a bit much to swallow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then this morning at our morning meeting, which starts at 6 in the morning. That is 6 am. Before the sun comes up. I had to get up in front of about 50 people and tell them about myself. Generally I’m terrified of getting up in front of people and talking but I felt pretty good about it this time. Even made them laugh a little. So when they asked were I was going to be working I said that I had received an email a while back saying I would be working in the finance office and the boutique, but that I hadn’t heard since I'd arrived. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now imagine my face for one second as I’m standing up in front of this sitting crowd. They’re all staring at me as one of the leaders say to me, “oh no, you’re going to be working in housekeeping and dishwashing.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My response, “Oh ha ha okay. I knew it was a trick!” I think I fooled them all into thinking that I could just go with the flow, but really, I just wanted to cry. I can’t believe that news was broken to me while I had a crowd of people watching me. I wanted to just lie on the ground and sob. I cannot do this! Seriously! I have to scrub toilets again!!!!! I thought I did my time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That’s when I start thinking about plane tickets. How will I escape paradise?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was like deja vu all day today. I had a pretty crappy attitude this morning. I was just mad. I always have the “how dare they” attitude when anything happens that I don’t like. I want to do the little head bob as a shake my finger saying “seriously!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was even “taught” how to fold a fitted sheet today. No, I am the queen of folding fitted sheets! I have folded thousands of fitted sheets. Really. Thousands. I do not want to be taught how to fold a fitted sheet!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Eventually I talked myself into being okay with housekeeping. (let’s remember that that was just for today. Tomorrow I might have to talk myself into it again.) But the three girls I’m working with are the sweetest! And plus, I had lunch dishes to dread all day! I was not a happy camper about lunch dishes! I’m talking dishes for 1000 people. A thousand. Getting my hands all wet and nasty and having to pull my hair back out of my face in an ugly bun. No no no… I want to cut hair. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Most people wont really understand fully when I say “ratty ol ship girl”. But that’s what I felt like. Back in my Friend Ship days there was not much you could do to make yourself presentable. All of us wore torn up, stained up, used up cloths. Didn’t fix our hair because it was just too hot to run our blow dryer and didn’t wear makeup because it literally ran off your face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And what sticks in my mind is one of the guys saying “I don’t want to end up with one of those ratty ol ship girls”. It was that bad. Oh man, I was so happy when I got back into the real world and became presentable again.. And now… Against everything in me, I have no choice but to surrender to being a ratty ol island girl. Ah, it’s going to be dreadful, but I am going to try and do it with a smile. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">These three months might be a little rough. I know I have some things I need to deal with but I’m not sure exactly how to go about doing that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Being a hairdresser, it’s impossible to have a crappy day. Okay, I definitely had crappy days all the time, but no one would ever know. People expect you to be bubbly and cheerful. “Hi! How’s your day? Mines the best ever!” So that is what I have been these past several months in Alaska. Fine. I have pushed things so far out of my mind that I can’t even be alone and think about things. Otherwise I’m not fine. But if I don’t let my mind go any deeper than surface stuff, I’m okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But that is so unhealthy, and I know that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">On my way here, I had a 12 hour layover in California. I got a hotel and I was going to process everything. It was going to be like my little transition period. From Alaska to Hawaii. My old life to my new life. I don’t know where I get these amazing ideas. But I always think they’re great at the time. Two of my best friends told me very nicely that I might want to be a little bit more realistic about the processing time. But I was sure that I could just do some sort of switch over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh man, I was so wrong, I didn’t get anything accomplished in California. What in the world! Now I have to deal with things in Hawaii. I don’t like dealing with things. Tears happen when you deal with things. But I am smart enough to know that if I don’t process things and let things go that it will be baggage in my life. And I don’t need to drag anything along behind me in my life. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, to the next three months, may they go quickly... No, but really, may they allow God to bring healing in my life. And may I again put God first in my life.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes">Oh, I can already feel the pain. I don't like to be taught things.</span></p><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;" ></span>Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-19237530428100920202011-08-30T00:16:00.000-05:002011-10-16T00:22:56.809-05:00Sarah & Joey's Visit to Alaska<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrLT1s4bv-dnCPtMW_OdnnlJrXvpHPfd4Ww9A-GElchynxo59DfhyphenhyphenYlhitmOQhmy5gIROsOsYeZPeH7JPO7NfxapDatciG_BKonNUBdZAn5QHSfcDK2imGdOSjuEeIo62nzZK5Mir07yK/s1600/IMG_7505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrLT1s4bv-dnCPtMW_OdnnlJrXvpHPfd4Ww9A-GElchynxo59DfhyphenhyphenYlhitmOQhmy5gIROsOsYeZPeH7JPO7NfxapDatciG_BKonNUBdZAn5QHSfcDK2imGdOSjuEeIo62nzZK5Mir07yK/s320/IMG_7505.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></div> Sarah's first time halibut fishing.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhNsXSEKL6O1nVFuJVSD_vNilMopU187mBU6CvClZk7DH640ILTwtKzJZGiHfC_JDEW-m-328wwkLrvzTM3yBHHebSELyGuwOpM2WnFIIcxxX1i-CWEayQCYqHAUvG3B3_jebSHDLDGii/s1600/IMG_7509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhNsXSEKL6O1nVFuJVSD_vNilMopU187mBU6CvClZk7DH640ILTwtKzJZGiHfC_JDEW-m-328wwkLrvzTM3yBHHebSELyGuwOpM2WnFIIcxxX1i-CWEayQCYqHAUvG3B3_jebSHDLDGii/s320/IMG_7509.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="240" /></a></div> A little halibut<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wv9zDSF-i4W09AiadxRKIjWsaKz_qZ7iOyBI0oADsot1cEBW8BpXyuZKrAm54uxxvQ3EUOLXQCfYE1CajtJafQrctGkijUBBepAUwK-pAzbsrxXsXwqEpd1QPOLFSYbJvlNGjYRuHfc0/s1600/IMG_7559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wv9zDSF-i4W09AiadxRKIjWsaKz_qZ7iOyBI0oADsot1cEBW8BpXyuZKrAm54uxxvQ3EUOLXQCfYE1CajtJafQrctGkijUBBepAUwK-pAzbsrxXsXwqEpd1QPOLFSYbJvlNGjYRuHfc0/s320/IMG_7559.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></div> Clam digging.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWIxFWmdP04H3qP1rdUYbtZDGABY0OwVZgRBpNht0T2hhdhLOekcqORQ0e8sGZTi-y2fN92sm1joyxudK7NsACRTmZ9_zyJ_JxplnEmU132kt7lpVaq6_5Lt06Bb2mguMR-gCsw6QLTab/s1600/IMG_7546c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWIxFWmdP04H3qP1rdUYbtZDGABY0OwVZgRBpNht0T2hhdhLOekcqORQ0e8sGZTi-y2fN92sm1joyxudK7NsACRTmZ9_zyJ_JxplnEmU132kt7lpVaq6_5Lt06Bb2mguMR-gCsw6QLTab/s320/IMG_7546c.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Joey's first clam<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UjPVOFpxpmtmKOtNU4tQQ-xPNnGChNf1m4a8PHI2ksmHRo96wEoSHjgDm-T8qTpkwJG40mbKHqo0dlMP9MXtOx7-pv26NYyuRSQhu0zMXgl9eM7oG0hEyFzTJBGJ3Fem-rula9A5JItf/s1600/IMG_7664cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1UjPVOFpxpmtmKOtNU4tQQ-xPNnGChNf1m4a8PHI2ksmHRo96wEoSHjgDm-T8qTpkwJG40mbKHqo0dlMP9MXtOx7-pv26NYyuRSQhu0zMXgl9eM7oG0hEyFzTJBGJ3Fem-rula9A5JItf/s320/IMG_7664cc.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Hugs from my little man!Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-34317722931536549832011-08-23T17:45:00.009-05:002012-03-05T22:28:56.141-06:00Alaska to Hawaii<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgfMJK7Fa2rQVZZxTkN1Iwazy51OQLNcIrxzerbAQmM4L3qBZyttzkOgs6HBfHNKUeGx8OMZK-J10R1a8lw-HpHhFZYIOzdDXFacKs6IO61LWPQCIUuMdraEheZPTszixUkiR8Xup4iGw/s1600/IMG_7130.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgfMJK7Fa2rQVZZxTkN1Iwazy51OQLNcIrxzerbAQmM4L3qBZyttzkOgs6HBfHNKUeGx8OMZK-J10R1a8lw-HpHhFZYIOzdDXFacKs6IO61LWPQCIUuMdraEheZPTszixUkiR8Xup4iGw/s400/IMG_7130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644188347449589394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Life is a roller coaster! And I cannot believe it has been five months since I last updated this. For starters, I LIVE IN ALASKA! And I love it! I have been here now for nearly half a year! I love this beautiful state, I love the mountains and the trees and the gorgeous flowers and just the beautifulness of it all. It literally takes my breath away. The air is so fresh and crisp and no matter what things I might be dealing with in my life, I can just sit on the beach with my fire, close my eyes and breath. And I know life is going to be okay. If God can put all this beautifulness in one place, I know he can take care of me.<br /><br />My Alaskan adventure has been just that. An adventure. I wish I could say it has been amazing, but it has been a rough road. Thankfully, most of the times, rough roads are the things that you can look back on and see how it helped shape you and make you into a better person.<br /><br />Things have not turn out quite exactly as I had hoped them to. I moved to Alaska with the hopes of living here the rest of my life. Hoping that I would finally be able to settle down and actually stay for a while. I'm just longing for that place to call "home". And Kenai has always been my "safe haven". When I feel lost in the world, I can always come to Kenai and it feels like home. It feels like I belong.<br /><br />I'm not sure how to go about explaining this so it makes a little sense. But basically, my neighborhood is emotionally draining. (I know, try to understand that.) But I can't stay were I'm at. And now technically I could move to a different neighborhood and things would be a little different, but it's almost to the point where I just need to get out of town to be able to clear my head. To be able to think clearly.<br /><br />And honestly, what better place than Hawaii right? A little surfing and sun is so good for the soul! I decided to take a little break from everything to get my life back on track. Collect my thoughts, remember who I am and what I am here for. God has a purpose.<br /><br />For those of you that have read my blog along the way, you might remember me talking about going to Australia to be a part of Youth With A Mission. Well, I ended up not doing that but going to cosmetology school in Missouri instead. Anyway, YWAM (Youth With A Mission) has a base in Kona, Hawaii and I applied to go as a Mission Builder for a couple of months. Just found out I got accepted and am pretty stoked! I'll be in Alaska for another month to watch summer give way to winter and give the girls at the salon some time to find my replacement. But then I'll be on my way. I'm hoping after Hawaii I'll have a little direction as to whats next. God hasn't ever left me hanging, so I'm guessing He has something amazing for me ahead.Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-69681882722190093272011-03-26T22:49:00.008-05:002011-06-16T02:24:27.514-05:00Six Years Ago...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfcWT2beSLIreoJBhVPnch0bYvGmyTk-YHjK8BdmR85Jmpdo65tLwTAchvlrkYWdMBlX0yDltPhv60gvKR3TamTmgSSPDPKdhFNpzExF3VDx5KXDHlS8MXiuOqfzRsHInFEC6DqU6zmXR/s1600/003_3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfcWT2beSLIreoJBhVPnch0bYvGmyTk-YHjK8BdmR85Jmpdo65tLwTAchvlrkYWdMBlX0yDltPhv60gvKR3TamTmgSSPDPKdhFNpzExF3VDx5KXDHlS8MXiuOqfzRsHInFEC6DqU6zmXR/s400/003_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588609741504401522" border="0" /></a><br />(A and I's message in a bottle. And in the background, our Christmas tree)<br /><br />...I made my very first trip up to Alaska. I was only nineteen. I have many stories from that trip, but let me just tell you one.<br /><br />As a setnetter, it's very important to pay attention to the tides. There are four tides in a day. Two high, and two low. And if the current if running to hard, you can't pull your nets out of the water to pick your fish. So you want to pick your fish as the tide is getting slack. (Just as the tide is turning). Well, on this particular beach site we were fishing for, the beach was especially muddy and there was no way to get the boat into the water when it was low tide. So, in order to be able to pick our fish before the tide changed and washed our fish out of the nets, we had to push our boat out into the water WAY before it was even close to "picking time". If the tide was going to be really low that day, we would sometime have to sit out in our boat for around four hours, (freezing our butts off some days) just hanging on a mooring waiting for the water to get a little slack. Now Amanda and I were pretty inventive with our time. Besides the "live concerts" we threw for eachother, we had picnics in the rain, painted our nails -if it were a nice day, decorated a Christmas tree -yes, in July, and tried to get our neighbors attention. Now if we had a visitor from one of our fishing neighbors, oh man, for the next several hours, we would get to talk about how excited we were that someone came to see us. Let me just say it was a Highlight!<br /><br />Well, during this time out in the boat, Amanda and I would send messages in a bottle to our neighbors. We'd address our letters depending on which way the tide was going. Some days we'd send a message to the hot fisherman on the right, and other days we'd send messages to the sweet family operated site on our left. But the hot guys are not what I'm writing about... So... let me get back on track. There was a girl fishing on the site to our left that would send us stuff back! One day, Amanda and I go out and check our nets and there is chips and salsa waiting for us in our net! Can someone say SCORE! A girl gets hungry when she's out on the water.<br /><br />So now, lets fast forward six years to the present time...<br /><br />I had the cutest apartment picked out that I wanted to rent in Kenai, Alaska. I found the add like an hour after they posted it. It was like a studio house. And it was adorable! And I wanted it... And even though I offered to pay rent while I was still here in Missouri, they rented it out to someone else... The nerve I tell you.<br /><br />Anyway, even though it was still a month before I was moving up there, I was starting to freak out a little bit... "Oh my gosh! I'm going to be homeless. I think that was the only apartment Alaska has!" I'm not sure why my mind thinks like that, but it does.<br /><br />So, of course, when the end of the world is nearing, I call my all knowing best friend Amanda. And she had an idea, "Why don't you email all the churches in Kenai and see if they know of anyone that is looking for a roommate or something?" What a good idea! So I did just that. And everyone was so helpful too! So, long story shortened just a bit, I got put in touch with a girl that was was looking for a roommate. And so we were emailing and realized we had met six years ago while we were fishing. She's the girl that sent us the chips and salsa by way of water!<br /><br />So, as it turns out, I was once again freaking out for absolutely no reason. Not only will I not be homeless when I get to Alaska now, but I also probably wont have to get a second job because rent is much cheaper.<br /><br />...I guess God really does know what He's doing...<br /><br />And now, if I can just remind myself of that and not freak out that I'm going to be in Alaska in two and a half weeks and don't yet have a car, I'll be in great shape!Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-39193397187302932522011-03-10T18:03:00.004-06:002011-03-10T19:09:10.001-06:00San Diego!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPD5c-vnUWNdlUaBqPPyLnJh-6osHYcc-pV9yu0cc_4_8CZvTkLpTcvlg2RjZGGzgEo7Ks0AyNJ7xxSaYL02f1T7s4Mb4ey50b7SUQAJBbJ2MsnN1H6YDby54woTwOCQdMG-kuIDnTaVW/s1600/IMG_6561.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPD5c-vnUWNdlUaBqPPyLnJh-6osHYcc-pV9yu0cc_4_8CZvTkLpTcvlg2RjZGGzgEo7Ks0AyNJ7xxSaYL02f1T7s4Mb4ey50b7SUQAJBbJ2MsnN1H6YDby54woTwOCQdMG-kuIDnTaVW/s400/IMG_6561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582608738231595634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I LOVE California! And as much as I love the quietness of the country, I think if I were rich, I would pick up and move to Cali right smack dab in the middle of everything. =] Though living on the beach as a bum renting out surfboards sounds pretty exciting too. And I could totally do that right now!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuGfG7niyxdRliDYn7wupBkqXEOBnf8Evqsa4oFfVIIV3sGwBZTqXtH71D0FK9_PfaitBEEH8ya52wIFkRvVoa_i-bfEeH3SfhOq3Ga4Ms5kvPR1dh_Jq65gM_qWGGvJXaeUsRzr1_0PR/s1600/IMG_6575.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuGfG7niyxdRliDYn7wupBkqXEOBnf8Evqsa4oFfVIIV3sGwBZTqXtH71D0FK9_PfaitBEEH8ya52wIFkRvVoa_i-bfEeH3SfhOq3Ga4Ms5kvPR1dh_Jq65gM_qWGGvJXaeUsRzr1_0PR/s400/IMG_6575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582608746075709362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have no idea why I love this picture so much. But I bet this (random) guy (I was taking pictures of) is a happy guy! He was out there all by him self surfing his heart out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3XLMUr7B8imuU3hQCu4Glk_XWqCykvsbK0nzsPbVwRSmjsiT7QH4di2qw7LYuKaxX8IG8pU_PuaCaBZ81azuwxo3QST-f9Z3RVDILNmtdmohx7DiqUgrfk_6jgiDVBDYqZY61VKPP8Uj/s1600/IMG_6579.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3XLMUr7B8imuU3hQCu4Glk_XWqCykvsbK0nzsPbVwRSmjsiT7QH4di2qw7LYuKaxX8IG8pU_PuaCaBZ81azuwxo3QST-f9Z3RVDILNmtdmohx7DiqUgrfk_6jgiDVBDYqZY61VKPP8Uj/s400/IMG_6579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582608762673688194" border="0" /></a><br />(beautiful flowers at the wedding!)<br /><br />I love my job! And not only do I get to do hair everyday, I also get to go on vacations and I can transfer my job to wherever I feel like moving! Anyway, I was able to take a trip out to San Diego for a dear friends wedding. Susannah and Will. And it was like a mini Friend Ships reunion! It was so great to see some of my friends I hadn't seen in years. I had no idea Captain Stan and his wife Sharon were going to be there! And I was just SO excited!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNAY6iJq9CEiqQoJoVZ5PgSJ0whP5pR78QY9PDTqqJm82_u5irvHahDw7ymZfLZBye_CkRMB5P7mozQ9q6i8pRxe74xDlWJlTzf4qoUEkKdkizg1m4iIe0s3u_c3bOEsvFcmfj_Ve9waD/s1600/IMG_6584t.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNAY6iJq9CEiqQoJoVZ5PgSJ0whP5pR78QY9PDTqqJm82_u5irvHahDw7ymZfLZBye_CkRMB5P7mozQ9q6i8pRxe74xDlWJlTzf4qoUEkKdkizg1m4iIe0s3u_c3bOEsvFcmfj_Ve9waD/s400/IMG_6584t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582608752081164258" border="0" /></a><br />Sharon, Jake, myself, Capt Stan!Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-89481601392443097362010-12-29T15:31:00.010-06:002011-03-10T19:22:47.935-06:00Merry Christmas 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAt4u5-_t7jqyjsbl4VZth7mawQ2yvtc4I_7Tk9FQ7zR9Zxgds-OthYaBZqBEmkC0gTgMQtq4-b6HUPEUjAQzsOj5cAb0tqd4_u3NpEJ_ei9PLJfomjOoTBZmqrvgrNsB8G3yzTbCPe-i/s1600/IMG_6230.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAt4u5-_t7jqyjsbl4VZth7mawQ2yvtc4I_7Tk9FQ7zR9Zxgds-OthYaBZqBEmkC0gTgMQtq4-b6HUPEUjAQzsOj5cAb0tqd4_u3NpEJ_ei9PLJfomjOoTBZmqrvgrNsB8G3yzTbCPe-i/s400/IMG_6230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556233415023348130" border="0" /></a><br />Usually I start a Christmas letter around the beginning of December. But I just can't even believe Christmas has already come and gone. Wasn't it just summer like yesterday?<br /><br />This year has gone by so incredibly fast that I'm not even sure what happened. I think this will be more like a little recap than an actual letter. Usually I will go back and check my blog to see what had happened in my life the last year. But with 5 post it doesn't look like a whole lot went on. And yet I was so busy.<br /><br />In January of last year I was one month into cosmetology school. Was going forty hours a week and then working a waitressing gig part time. It didn't leave much time for anything else, but I was still able to squeeze a couple trips into my schedule. Nothing foreign or exotic, but Alaska was definitely on the list, along with California, Nebraska and of course Arkansas.<br /><br />It was my fifth trip to Alaska, the most beautiful place in the world! And I was so blessed to have my dad come along with me. We did a little halibut and salmon fishing, bear watching, site seeing and we got to hang out on the boat I fished on the previous year, the Early Dawn. Even though I didn't get to commercial fish this past year, I did get to show my dad a little bit of what it was like.<br /><br />California was awesome! I had been to Los Angeles a couple times but this was my first time to San Fransisco. It was beautiful! I made some new friends, got to check out the Golden Gate Bridge, and went wine tasting in a limo. I felt like a rockstar! And I'm pretty sure I saw Matthew Maconahay too. But if it wasn't him, I'm going to pretend like it was. :)<br /><br />I finished cosmetology school in October and am now working at a salon in Missouri. I've been there almost two months now and already am working by myself. I still feel like I need supervision of some sort, but so far I haven't messed anyones hair up or waxed anyones eyebrow off. Cross my fingers. I'm really loving it though, I think in about a year when I get more comfortable with everything it will be even more enjoyable. It is nice not to dread going to work, since a majority of your life is actually spent working.<br /><br />Still trying to get my cosmetology license transferred to Alaska. This has been a bigger ordeal than I had originally thought. I'm not in any hurry to go anywhere right now though. Missouri is actually starting to grow on me. I'm thinking about getting back into dance. Not ballet this time, I think I'm going to try a couple different forms of dance and see what I like. There are some Zumba classes starting the beginning of January, so if I can get my sister Sarah to go with me I think this will be fun.<br /><br />I hope that this next year is full of blessings and joy for every person I know.<br /><br />Love always,<br /><br />Danette<br /><br />A little song and dance from the Bjornstads:<br /><br /><a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/nxQZoEwkb3yZ0JHY?cmpid=ey_fb_friend">http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/c5ZFTZi1o7vBPMi9?cmpid=ey_fb_self</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDGxaQE4PB2nFLTKJDzCce0i9ynmg_4ctSXw5EFmzdKIsw7O4wtuLpGxPRMuSyv2P2-fnHFleX_eTjrKrnGqHLtXUMm5NhfZawTyj5S72YNRbzi_BY0WtaHthvHcZmhyphenhyphen8Ot39AYsi4z4D/s1600/IMG_4343_1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDGxaQE4PB2nFLTKJDzCce0i9ynmg_4ctSXw5EFmzdKIsw7O4wtuLpGxPRMuSyv2P2-fnHFleX_eTjrKrnGqHLtXUMm5NhfZawTyj5S72YNRbzi_BY0WtaHthvHcZmhyphenhyphen8Ot39AYsi4z4D/s400/IMG_4343_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556236060975057954" border="0" /></a><br />My dad fishing his heart out in Alaska<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AiYV_fjZU78QGeYP4xkWIdAlN5l31TgFjIg8GXUfJIWkMhrEtjqr1Tv0oOa3m33ABOzd8iR_fFvQMDJXA2T1p_6XNLdqo_QQ-DSHV_m9u3XCYODoR-rKHAkojje6WuJte6Z3Otn8gq5y/s1600/IMG_5211k.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AiYV_fjZU78QGeYP4xkWIdAlN5l31TgFjIg8GXUfJIWkMhrEtjqr1Tv0oOa3m33ABOzd8iR_fFvQMDJXA2T1p_6XNLdqo_QQ-DSHV_m9u3XCYODoR-rKHAkojje6WuJte6Z3Otn8gq5y/s400/IMG_5211k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556236051489880930" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Kelley and I at the Golden Gate Bridge<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3VwIA2HlKPUwujm0mYDc2-DEzrx3rZbMXm3Ipm_cQJcqfRnF9u5cqffGUpbkJJpUY9Tp60ehVDMHYhGzxZwcwsc4sOeiv4hH1sZwEFYJlvcnzXjqzx4w5LAY_tKwWQLNBnFUX3xZ1SwW/s1600/IMG_6240.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3VwIA2HlKPUwujm0mYDc2-DEzrx3rZbMXm3Ipm_cQJcqfRnF9u5cqffGUpbkJJpUY9Tp60ehVDMHYhGzxZwcwsc4sOeiv4hH1sZwEFYJlvcnzXjqzx4w5LAY_tKwWQLNBnFUX3xZ1SwW/s400/IMG_6240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556238613617735074" border="0" /></a><br />The older siblingDanette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-65470574694531859682010-10-30T18:30:00.003-05:002010-10-31T16:22:37.116-05:00I'm a Cosmetologist!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qtVg0NjE_kKnI3YYHVFjYmI8XPmEmkeneVoh01g173OmQkibzECRPtSp6isfgP-UHW_fsQBUtHyW6U5Drt-WrJ1n_SMpU42BKvCMeK_p93QZ1saKUkw2fCpUBBDhLg7r9Xs2jPpOnRCN/s1600/IMG_5603t.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qtVg0NjE_kKnI3YYHVFjYmI8XPmEmkeneVoh01g173OmQkibzECRPtSp6isfgP-UHW_fsQBUtHyW6U5Drt-WrJ1n_SMpU42BKvCMeK_p93QZ1saKUkw2fCpUBBDhLg7r9Xs2jPpOnRCN/s400/IMG_5603t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533986102094142994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hello! It has been so long since my last update. Life isn't quite as interesting to write about, or I image read about, when every day is pretty much the same.<br /><br />It is one year today that I moved to Missouri. Had never cut a persons hair in my life! Didn't know a thing about coloring or foiling. And definitely didn't know anything about perming or waxing. Now, a year later, a have a cosmetology license and I really think I'm going to love the work! I am so excited to get a job in a salon and continue learning.<br /><br />I'm looking for a job right now in Alaska. But as of now, I'm just hanging out in the south until after Christmas. Still working as a waitress in Missouri. Getting pretty excited to get on with my life now that I'm finished with school.Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-16674319159707453962010-10-30T18:18:00.004-05:002010-10-30T18:30:13.425-05:00Fall is Here Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwhxTvOtcLOR5EKsN4zallUmvvVGmFgLn4nSQJNE8ysxC4InbrlB8LwO9nZ8l_RO7TF2aMZOfG9VC6VChXhHqEFSR8PnYaPy3K1kqEuGKMumKIg2ZpzL4Jc3brSCulZmaT_4nfpy3Vvey/s1600/tree1+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwhxTvOtcLOR5EKsN4zallUmvvVGmFgLn4nSQJNE8ysxC4InbrlB8LwO9nZ8l_RO7TF2aMZOfG9VC6VChXhHqEFSR8PnYaPy3K1kqEuGKMumKIg2ZpzL4Jc3brSCulZmaT_4nfpy3Vvey/s400/tree1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533984962181524562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWxLtPhXqfO34Gaf6FgyZTVfSrypmjd_XgF4RsZh_Gcp3EbELzsvoRBm9_Y8zsu9OYWP5A3q0jl6t0ygr4HwfymT0MzCtKILJMrvJ8vkz1EbVRcXiIuyq0i-6UjJaddyUOuq3wtjJSgWn/s1600/IMG_5499c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJkJwiHDAez3btcCzQwXpAEAzNgmnuZXNamewPC9seWxHpHyGoMpaMVyo-g-yhQqnTzoP8VJ18tr2ZpjtBW-goCk4WVxs7ZhNFInda9kKMiSwUDkJiUHd7RLPBWXDeIobV44Hj36saQXJ/s400/IMG_5502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533983942395349490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38cbZcmT-Y3PkZZd3ebBuRII4HVqnQyp8alcxv0VAmoLZ8a9rz-4HTw2FG2XtkREU7rpS3IZzfGak5d1Zj51jdnU6XhvUosmuMJ_cfbBVCpxLJuO9MBIldwwyjGcQZuLZgFrjhx6lgc8a/s1600/IMG_5530.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38cbZcmT-Y3PkZZd3ebBuRII4HVqnQyp8alcxv0VAmoLZ8a9rz-4HTw2FG2XtkREU7rpS3IZzfGak5d1Zj51jdnU6XhvUosmuMJ_cfbBVCpxLJuO9MBIldwwyjGcQZuLZgFrjhx6lgc8a/s400/IMG_5530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533983963266437330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF2YvYIOKID6ntyMf9ccDWyyAk34wTw-bVmZdzrU4yrWdulwv1UHqNnHp7KGzrJ-InxbS6DfFNeJbUJWc2eYkchYFiVKW9kQr_dmPgl759x4H5hxAH-uc_qTLFz7Q6DdBujwdeIVtqBXD/s1600/IMG_5538.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF2YvYIOKID6ntyMf9ccDWyyAk34wTw-bVmZdzrU4yrWdulwv1UHqNnHp7KGzrJ-InxbS6DfFNeJbUJWc2eYkchYFiVKW9kQr_dmPgl759x4H5hxAH-uc_qTLFz7Q6DdBujwdeIVtqBXD/s400/IMG_5538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533983962218570978" border="0" /></a>Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-52533877069572762052010-09-29T19:09:00.002-05:002011-03-10T19:25:07.546-06:00San Fransisco!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLh0tjBUvt_X4nbSXrxV-vOYvMQ00THCgYcxZXdHCVYSoCXjZXO4NRaLDFcwVvzewYwDA5mCJkeXwXhwSTNKtaZDZYZfSsqY14t4s9HNqL0NY3EeIgbv4FD5L0HKWyIAljexuS9dLCsph/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLh0tjBUvt_X4nbSXrxV-vOYvMQ00THCgYcxZXdHCVYSoCXjZXO4NRaLDFcwVvzewYwDA5mCJkeXwXhwSTNKtaZDZYZfSsqY14t4s9HNqL0NY3EeIgbv4FD5L0HKWyIAljexuS9dLCsph/s400/IMG_5159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582624460127713410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't really have an update except to say, I love California! And here are some pictures from my week long trip to San Fransisco!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhega9E7h9RLYDiiOIeupNwuO-Dbyp0RR_LRD2LSvgFAV2NUWe1EjTThglRsQHdOtNuDXpizG_wIbTwLgOVJriafIfgBLH5wfBhIgU-6FcyOiJkBNT_F3sMETdkameqsMNSLxXZC3NDzqPZ/s1600/IMG_5167.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhega9E7h9RLYDiiOIeupNwuO-Dbyp0RR_LRD2LSvgFAV2NUWe1EjTThglRsQHdOtNuDXpizG_wIbTwLgOVJriafIfgBLH5wfBhIgU-6FcyOiJkBNT_F3sMETdkameqsMNSLxXZC3NDzqPZ/s400/IMG_5167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582624485189127234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Grapes =]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0Z9fqEevFSjvtpUP1k_s81P4PQm6Uy7KnkqfKRfzK3hzJjvpXCwGPLPeCA8-IpfylENS-Duc2Fgoqmr1SHVPu3aCqJqtuBDYVQ4tmf4mRbrJM6kIOl8Gv0GMYFDehNtAxItyoy5NUcwo/s1600/IMG_5172.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0Z9fqEevFSjvtpUP1k_s81P4PQm6Uy7KnkqfKRfzK3hzJjvpXCwGPLPeCA8-IpfylENS-Duc2Fgoqmr1SHVPu3aCqJqtuBDYVQ4tmf4mRbrJM6kIOl8Gv0GMYFDehNtAxItyoy5NUcwo/s400/IMG_5172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582624478775537506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Chris, Kelly, myself and Abe at a beautiful winery!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDev1xr125P8XlqUoAojXZRxDwjA3p48zGjI9QC7Lzb_f8oQB1xFhE1uLDnYBemkgrY979iKBGNBGcvl7I1AYGXsJuPT6QM-ryBNVNrPBziW2PLk6ooVs4Xc6rVsgtO7Bk5JYoImioP3y/s1600/IMG_5207tm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDev1xr125P8XlqUoAojXZRxDwjA3p48zGjI9QC7Lzb_f8oQB1xFhE1uLDnYBemkgrY979iKBGNBGcvl7I1AYGXsJuPT6QM-ryBNVNrPBziW2PLk6ooVs4Xc6rVsgtO7Bk5JYoImioP3y/s400/IMG_5207tm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582624467667407682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Abe and I at the Golden Gate Bridge! So beautiful! I love bridges!Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-48589375739834266392010-07-25T20:10:00.007-05:002010-07-26T22:05:45.400-05:00Trip to Alaska #5I have officially broken my record of "not being able to stay in one spot for more than three months at a time". I have lived in Missouri now for NINE months! It seems crazy to say, because it honestly feels that I've just moved here.<br /><br />I only have 2 1/2 months of school left and I then I will actually be a cosmetologist. (If I pass my boards that is. :D) And then I'm going to have to make decisions about where I want to go and what exactly it is I want to do. That's always a bit scary for me.<br /><br />But, as you all know, love and miss Alaska and fishing. And because of school I wasn't able to fish this year so I was very excited just to take a two week trip up and hang out. My dad had never been to Alaska so I was very blessed to be able to bring him along and show him the most beautiful place in the world. And he got to see what I did fishing.<br /><br />So, we'll just skip right to the pictures. :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguesrjKbjwUi80W9j44gXZuRR034MLiZtsmkpVb38ozxEyBj1Z9qsXnNGSCzVHvbKyTIBOfC4jjhUi5-W17f4pysEHITo3judPhyJ-Fuc0uJu_N2duTAjOoCMFzhTsy9TMymqIkcOSdsaQ/s1600/IMG_4330.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguesrjKbjwUi80W9j44gXZuRR034MLiZtsmkpVb38ozxEyBj1Z9qsXnNGSCzVHvbKyTIBOfC4jjhUi5-W17f4pysEHITo3judPhyJ-Fuc0uJu_N2duTAjOoCMFzhTsy9TMymqIkcOSdsaQ/s400/IMG_4330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498017417858795906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My dad and I on our way to Alaska.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFW-H71L6Q4IQutq4Tr8zAaYSCzbtn5DOSgT_44x_MOiQZlVTxJWhLY2Yirp4W2o0gjvsblrIQuVJz3spazmRimaaGaKDRg8eGsNUCg5HEsqJjHCM4pkBx0oQkP0os8FdKTUQg1_CL29z/s1600/IMG_4331_1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFW-H71L6Q4IQutq4Tr8zAaYSCzbtn5DOSgT_44x_MOiQZlVTxJWhLY2Yirp4W2o0gjvsblrIQuVJz3spazmRimaaGaKDRg8eGsNUCg5HEsqJjHCM4pkBx0oQkP0os8FdKTUQg1_CL29z/s400/IMG_4331_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498017427353734626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Snug Harbor. This place is amazing! It's across the inlet, away from town and the world. The most perfect place in Alaska to be able to take it all in! There's salmon fishing, and halibut fishing. Bears, mountains, fossils, history, crabs, boats, awesome people and an awesome hot tub. I mean, it's all here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJmh8dZXKRl3NAtSnJptS0LVixFVlpC-jzjNxFzow_GjArfDAMycYnv7GOxrh7MQt4Lk-5j1I40h7O7Q9OWKhAOQuXN1DYKuOtk-O0JNmh0mJs3XQG5KtPu-ibqsrhONR9OgkbBnOm_b-/s1600/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4372.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJmh8dZXKRl3NAtSnJptS0LVixFVlpC-jzjNxFzow_GjArfDAMycYnv7GOxrh7MQt4Lk-5j1I40h7O7Q9OWKhAOQuXN1DYKuOtk-O0JNmh0mJs3XQG5KtPu-ibqsrhONR9OgkbBnOm_b-/s400/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025109923032722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dad, Abe and Aaron. Bear watching.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0HnfBazKxzb8mTsqGRYbYwxxUHgYkd9yUELymSfL2r4djwRUR6FNbiQG1Xgzd_AsjEm5lSdSyhsFRLVkuPP4IFOqC6-C1w0LeCTru6ejh22Eht8sfMc70U1LqgLMGIbh7Y1Ez3fN3zTC/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0HnfBazKxzb8mTsqGRYbYwxxUHgYkd9yUELymSfL2r4djwRUR6FNbiQG1Xgzd_AsjEm5lSdSyhsFRLVkuPP4IFOqC6-C1w0LeCTru6ejh22Eht8sfMc70U1LqgLMGIbh7Y1Ez3fN3zTC/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498017408169401538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Drifting. Gill net full of fish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2QGwMtyHOOslBasoBxPty8NwAteFBapujsGr_Q3kuHTeZlyk56R-ibnhyWHRTzsQztAXDGC1fbS42yOJp8zdQEJTLFeGcBdgHxG5nBdH41BSokPMLb2iIxp9X2062DlyfrCWWYVFDciB/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2QGwMtyHOOslBasoBxPty8NwAteFBapujsGr_Q3kuHTeZlyk56R-ibnhyWHRTzsQztAXDGC1fbS42yOJp8zdQEJTLFeGcBdgHxG5nBdH41BSokPMLb2iIxp9X2062DlyfrCWWYVFDciB/s400/IMG_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498017413352999458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Abe and his deckhand Aaron picking fish. (I would like to pretend that I made the best deckhand ever.. But I must say, Aaron probably did everything just a little better and faster than I. As much as I'd like to think that I work as hard as a guy, it's just never going to happen. Guys will always be able to give just a little more than me.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMhrON-D7jou2CqHgZ9l_-zCisACERPP2FgPFb8L7Gwp4lfbinmCeKEZLQf4qxpHrlS2R_L8Y5Y5wb6MHqEGH4Iq95tiM9NdIP8MYenGqh5qmO5QJ0gN1V-9kjnLQ3lJuAkxvTBlBUz56/s1600/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4410.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMhrON-D7jou2CqHgZ9l_-zCisACERPP2FgPFb8L7Gwp4lfbinmCeKEZLQf4qxpHrlS2R_L8Y5Y5wb6MHqEGH4Iq95tiM9NdIP8MYenGqh5qmO5QJ0gN1V-9kjnLQ3lJuAkxvTBlBUz56/s400/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025095243271298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There wasn't enough room for me to help pick fish. So I just pitched them in the hold for the guys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKhp_nftqv9kfb9TXjLeVU_qnlxMJ-BRdKz50umSnpLhNIyZtRKiO4cpAdA7uxiXh_VNa3xB3d67pK4ZAkcF929DSLPCHHwztA_sv8Ess_meNSGeURRmCLWas7UK4hu4MOsRybXqXQd6L/s1600/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4450.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKhp_nftqv9kfb9TXjLeVU_qnlxMJ-BRdKz50umSnpLhNIyZtRKiO4cpAdA7uxiXh_VNa3xB3d67pK4ZAkcF929DSLPCHHwztA_sv8Ess_meNSGeURRmCLWas7UK4hu4MOsRybXqXQd6L/s400/Copy+%281%29+of+IMG_4450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498017398984896978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A boat full of fish!!! I have never seen this many fish in all my life! The hold is plumb-full! The deck is overflowing with fish! This was a great day! (Even though I was a bit sick...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklaDSk4kRmJVpbtZ-WK8iKxRzz_qD9ceId5Z1hFfuX29nvtc2eN9due3vxZCKQu0tjzFu_RyjNr2ZeXW9AHsfWog2zTTDyFhaRm-P5x7OWco49UwrNzpY8H_cf-miwjLtr8WXbzKSESCW/s1600/IMG_4557.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklaDSk4kRmJVpbtZ-WK8iKxRzz_qD9ceId5Z1hFfuX29nvtc2eN9due3vxZCKQu0tjzFu_RyjNr2ZeXW9AHsfWog2zTTDyFhaRm-P5x7OWco49UwrNzpY8H_cf-miwjLtr8WXbzKSESCW/s400/IMG_4557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025100691120546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A happy mooseDanette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-30771976969147883562010-05-04T21:11:00.009-05:002010-05-04T22:04:16.491-05:00Cosmetology SchoolHello to anyone that might still be reading my blog! I have not died, just been super busy.<br /><br />There's not been too many exciting things happening in the past six months. I definitely haven't gotten to travel anywhere exciting. And though I did take a trip to Nebraska for a couple of days, I'm pretty sure that does not fall into the "exciting places" category.<br /><br />I'm going to school full time, then work nights and weekends. Only about five and a half more months to go and then I will be finished with school! I don't think just saying the word "excited" could really get my point across. But I am super excited to be over half way!<br /><br />I think there are about sixty of us girls packed into one building and I'm pretty sure I've heard enough drama to last me the rest of my life... I love cutting and coloring hair, waxing, pedicures and all that jazz but I was not expecting the drama that came along with it... What was I thinking?<br /><br />So... I thought I'd put a few pictures up for you...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw16nBRhypT-eUOcZw41EcTl6kuMf1PGQ1fs0BwrVf5zhL6yd9hd_Sj774QWwcElX3n28Vg10Abgq0wUCE8ey0oH-Re4MHHfwYSa1OmyLqg0yJI9olVgixrhFPMEd985UjWtOB-zBAOSP1/s1600/1_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw16nBRhypT-eUOcZw41EcTl6kuMf1PGQ1fs0BwrVf5zhL6yd9hd_Sj774QWwcElX3n28Vg10Abgq0wUCE8ey0oH-Re4MHHfwYSa1OmyLqg0yJI9olVgixrhFPMEd985UjWtOB-zBAOSP1/s400/1_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610614646261490" border="0" /></a><br />My School BBF Jessica. :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XuKdQ9q4QXZkuSlrQWqqQqzmsbuBzkiRiEpA93jIN4RsaOlrfZ1zC4XuHVFAju7ZngHBjh7TXUhsDTGEMnGVPWVwNRAIsBGx2Pyq1z9H5759-aIsjrxIUusCYcKsq-gozs7Zp8sFcaFg/s1600/IMG_1811.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XuKdQ9q4QXZkuSlrQWqqQqzmsbuBzkiRiEpA93jIN4RsaOlrfZ1zC4XuHVFAju7ZngHBjh7TXUhsDTGEMnGVPWVwNRAIsBGx2Pyq1z9H5759-aIsjrxIUusCYcKsq-gozs7Zp8sFcaFg/s400/IMG_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610627244598978" border="0" /></a><br />Cutting Jessica's hair. (And as you look through these pictures, you may notice that it's basically just Jessica and I... Jess really is my only friend... I'm not even kidding. I find it's much easier to stay out of all the drama this way. :D)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY1626pSMvDD8qI9WILf0Pp3KqYkuaxwZEklCVojkWMeYsYrvLw4SZrYzGKJZZayfTq7c8ApOFzR8ibp53zfYt9ZdAjQ8TWjUFe6JfzLxiay9EVUAYi9lgMGm8-YG8VURh1r3yJY3HU9r/s1600/IMG_1914.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKY1626pSMvDD8qI9WILf0Pp3KqYkuaxwZEklCVojkWMeYsYrvLw4SZrYzGKJZZayfTq7c8ApOFzR8ibp53zfYt9ZdAjQ8TWjUFe6JfzLxiay9EVUAYi9lgMGm8-YG8VURh1r3yJY3HU9r/s400/IMG_1914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610645851224210" border="0" /></a><br />Jessica and her awesome red hair. I totally did that. :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFVf3LR4ecVb8Ma0j_6je7GzzExFUfQL_nQf4qBW1vA1xGUFCBz27s1jvkCV8-XCIfC-OHQHPXBXCtFAT36jhijArK0LM-VjVcGaFKTe-KxvDQ4owQsBBs5-dlbdIIYZCDBUSEYHkxt_b/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFVf3LR4ecVb8Ma0j_6je7GzzExFUfQL_nQf4qBW1vA1xGUFCBz27s1jvkCV8-XCIfC-OHQHPXBXCtFAT36jhijArK0LM-VjVcGaFKTe-KxvDQ4owQsBBs5-dlbdIIYZCDBUSEYHkxt_b/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610651097016530" border="0" /></a><br />We made a Jack Sparrow doll out of a bald mannequin. Each group had to make someone when we were going through the "Design Decisions" chapter...<br /><br />Jessica, myself, Stephinie and Lydia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF-IAPXO99fDA0jfconcp711kywVAEYlTWodXWRbperrIu8SiLk6nacUh5ood_avfBjU57Vy7z9tyk0-i0uiL1Ph3pkdu6MYSwdyii2azxlTfaxf7rb6Ch1o4k9fZiJk77TE3epmCxYGF/s1600/IMG_2132.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF-IAPXO99fDA0jfconcp711kywVAEYlTWodXWRbperrIu8SiLk6nacUh5ood_avfBjU57Vy7z9tyk0-i0uiL1Ph3pkdu6MYSwdyii2azxlTfaxf7rb6Ch1o4k9fZiJk77TE3epmCxYGF/s400/IMG_2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610664445058978" border="0" /></a><br />And my first set of acrylics! (Jessica's hands, but we felt she needed a little bling for this hand model picture... So that is my ring. :D)Danette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731526446265262788.post-7257290862175504202010-02-05T13:26:00.000-06:002010-02-09T13:34:12.975-06:00Happy 3rd Birthday Joseph!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLuqCccahwZfAUagABb-RaCa3bsEcIkR9MRpm5rabQZRv3aPKiRSxiQtqbCXp6is_XRVlAbAfk_Vpyu0y3goRJ8XVfRlmcmPoNRXv8ZwUzibkmrFc1syfKReMq_JS2IQ4TJKAeRh2-pPA/s1600-h/IMG_3989.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLuqCccahwZfAUagABb-RaCa3bsEcIkR9MRpm5rabQZRv3aPKiRSxiQtqbCXp6is_XRVlAbAfk_Vpyu0y3goRJ8XVfRlmcmPoNRXv8ZwUzibkmrFc1syfKReMq_JS2IQ4TJKAeRh2-pPA/s400/IMG_3989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328006482450962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Joey's third birthday!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6dWmKsG8YQRwhfgIG88tJp1sNbXfaVHKzjtVQ9KZKLcQ5F6rkJ4lR3H4K9HO4XhlSAdBjISk0C8yvs9z6qGqdFeWzxojVhmbc5LpVReH1cX9kYMXnsmMe3Ldp73Fi6LNcFL-rt_RcW2a/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6dWmKsG8YQRwhfgIG88tJp1sNbXfaVHKzjtVQ9KZKLcQ5F6rkJ4lR3H4K9HO4XhlSAdBjISk0C8yvs9z6qGqdFeWzxojVhmbc5LpVReH1cX9kYMXnsmMe3Ldp73Fi6LNcFL-rt_RcW2a/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328007572384114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Blowing out his candles<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNeT6dL_ttoK1foOu3sDJC0_ja9ULaX6Cmr7uN3WQwEkTtOdmzkrIsJy-KOAMRn7NdiHLutwUnPex6YR16m2TmjXvF3VVbJug9JyGSlJlzYHT87IhbPRWagpcmAAwsplykSof6J3NeYsN/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNeT6dL_ttoK1foOu3sDJC0_ja9ULaX6Cmr7uN3WQwEkTtOdmzkrIsJy-KOAMRn7NdiHLutwUnPex6YR16m2TmjXvF3VVbJug9JyGSlJlzYHT87IhbPRWagpcmAAwsplykSof6J3NeYsN/s400/IMG_3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328011600523394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Joseph, Rebekah and Emma<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTOs-MCzl_ZjbntIzylQbXWS2W4NoWOvC6EzRndkXLq9V2mo-5acOx2RP7qrMaffr_J0umhiqskIaFaPERs6kebs8WF9g2h6fcZVxNEpXNSc6omVusaIRoiM3HSZlJ2zGKq-AtNCrvzc4/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTOs-MCzl_ZjbntIzylQbXWS2W4NoWOvC6EzRndkXLq9V2mo-5acOx2RP7qrMaffr_J0umhiqskIaFaPERs6kebs8WF9g2h6fcZVxNEpXNSc6omVusaIRoiM3HSZlJ2zGKq-AtNCrvzc4/s400/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436328024008277874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Little HelperDanette Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18010281961247339294noreply@blogger.com1