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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://blogs.thecabal.org/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>The Princess's Diaries</title><link>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/default.aspx</link><description>My name is Treanna! Welcome to my blog!</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2.1 SP3 (Build: 20423.1)</generator><item><title>All my new mini whinnies</title><link>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/2007/01/11/all-my-new-mini-whinnies.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:56:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f99d79c2-675c-48b8-9488-4fba8a49a49c:1303</guid><dc:creator>Steph</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/comments/1303.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/commentrss.aspx?PostID=1303</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=1303</wfw:comment><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;Steph writing for Treanna&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of people gave me money for my birthday and Christmas. I used all my money and spent it on Breyer Mini Whinnies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are awesome!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="All my new sets" height="128" src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/photos/royal_portraits/images/1297/secondarythumb.aspx" title="All my new sets" width="160" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="me holding my mini whinnie" height="140" src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/photos/royal_portraits/images/1298/secondarythumb.aspx" title="me holding my mini whinnie" width="112" /&gt; &lt;img alt="one of the new sets" height="128" src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/photos/royal_portraits/images/1299/secondarythumb.aspx" title="one of the new sets" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the mini whinnies are fun as usual. Also I almost have them all.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just missing 2 of the smaller sets. I bought most of my new mini whinnies from &lt;a href="http://www.goldenoakstables.com/miva/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&amp;amp;Store_Code=GOS&amp;amp;Category_Code=MW" title="Golden Oak Stables" target="_blank"&gt;Golden Oak Stables&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I still have one that is on its way from the &lt;a href="http://www.appaloosamuseum.org/" title="Appaloosa Museum" target="_blank"&gt;Apaloosa Museum&lt;/a&gt; in Idaho. It was the only place Mom could find that still had the Breyerfest deluxe playset. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am taking my time and only opening a new one every couple of days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1303" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/tags/horses/default.aspx">horses</category></item><item><title>A Father and Daughter date</title><link>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/2006/10/22/A-Father-and-Daughter-date.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:48:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f99d79c2-675c-48b8-9488-4fba8a49a49c:1140</guid><dc:creator>Devin</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/comments/1140.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/commentrss.aspx?PostID=1140</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=1140</wfw:comment><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello, readers! &lt;a href="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/devin/" title="Devin on Earth" target="_blank"&gt;Devin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/" title="The Princess&amp;#39;s Diaries" target="_blank"&gt;Treanna&lt;/a&gt;
here. We&amp;#39;re trying an experiment in which we attempt to co-write a blog
post. So you can follow along at home, Devin will be posting in normal
type, while &lt;em&gt;Treanna posts in italics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll start. Or do you want to go first, T?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...okay, go for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said, &amp;quot;You!&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. My bad. iTunes is turned up a notch too loudly, I guess. Quit snickering, it&amp;#39;s unbecoming. So where do we start?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We start out with before we went to the theater.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds good. Why don&amp;#39;t you continue?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to McDonald&amp;#39;s for lunch. We had chicken nuggets and water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No fries?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay,
we had fries. We ate them in the parking lot by the movie theater. We
chatted while eating. We had two different kinds of sauces: BBQ and
Sweet &amp;amp; Sour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell them about the word games you were playing with &amp;quot;Sweet &amp;amp; Sour.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah! Okay. I called Sweet &amp;amp; Sour &amp;quot;Sweet &amp;amp; Four.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a question. Why&amp;#39;d we go out to lunch and then to the theater?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because, um...hmmm. Because we went on a father-and-daughter date!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A father-and-daughter date? What are those?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#39;s
a date where a daughter and her father go out and do something. It
gives her more time to get used to the boys, so she can date them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More
specifically, it&amp;#39;s to give her a baseline of expected behavior for a
date. Once she heads out on her own with her date, I want her to have
high expectations on how she deserves to be treated. We don&amp;#39;t go nuts
-- this first one, for example, we didn&amp;#39;t bother to dress up in special
clothes, and the cuisine was the lowest of the low -- but I did little
things for her, like ask her opinions on things, hold doors open for
her, and give her a chance to practice her one-on-one social skills in
a safe setting. I remember going on my first date -- I was terrified,
because I didn&amp;#39;t know what to expect. I only had all those bad &amp;#39;80s
movies to go by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? Did you really have those &amp;#39;80s movies? Tell me about them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well,
as your mother would point out, they really suck. The boy and the girl
get all dressed up and go out to a fancy restaurant . Since (usually)
neither one of them were used to that kind of food or restaurant, they
were uncomfortable with the menu, with the expectations of the setting.
Add all the sexual tension into the mix, and it was a recipe for, well,
extreme awkwardness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange. Let&amp;#39;s get on with the story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;chuckle&amp;gt;
Okay. I&amp;#39;ll be sure to add a couple of the relevant movies to the
Netflix queue in a couple of years, though, so you can see what I&amp;#39;m
talking about. In the meantime, think about the date scene from the
book of &amp;quot;A Walk to Remember.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhhh! Okay, where was I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the parking lot of the theater, in our car, scarfing down chicken nuggets and playing word games with your sauce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, we finished. We went inside and bought our tickets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What were we going to see?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434215/" title="Flicka" target="_blank"&gt;Flicka&lt;/a&gt;.
&amp;lt;woohoo!&amp;gt; Finding the movie was easy. It was right there just as
we walked in; it was right in front. I got the seats and saved one for
Daddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I told you, it&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Dad.&amp;quot; Not &amp;quot;Daddy,&amp;quot; not &amp;quot;Pops&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Poppy.&amp;quot; Got it, kid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry! Okay. He went off to go get popcorn and pop. Then he came back and I went to the bathroom before the movie started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My idea. I didn&amp;#39;t want her to have to miss part of the movie half-way through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came in just as the movie was about to start. The movie was AWESOME. Dad was really amazed by who played the father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim
McGraw. Actually, I&amp;#39;d been somewhat interested in seeing the movie,
because I&amp;#39;ve never read the original book. Then I found out Tim McGraw
was playing the dad, and suddenly I had attitude failure. It&amp;#39;s not that
I dislike Tim McGraw, but he&amp;#39;s one of those country stars who currently
can do no wrong and is constantly in the news. I&amp;#39;ve been Tim McGraw&amp;#39;d
out...or thought I had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person who played the daughter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0517844/" title="Alison Lohman" target="_blank"&gt;Alison&amp;nbsp; Lohman&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;...was a really great actress. My favorite part in the movie was all the horse parts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raise your hands, everyone who is surprised by that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn&amp;#39;t think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad! Mean Dad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;smile&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We saw all the pictures at the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah,
that was pretty cool. As Tim&amp;#39;s song &amp;quot;My Little Girl&amp;quot; is playing over
the end credits, they show a montage of photographs of young girls with
horses. All sorts of girls -- really young to young ladies in college,
from all walks of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even a baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup. They&amp;#39;re
dressed in every getup imaginable, decades back through modern times.
English, Western, high money, dirt-poor working ranch. And every single
one of them are intent on their horses, even when they&amp;#39;re aware of the
camera. They&amp;#39;re focused on the horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we were about to go out when I saw the Dance Dance Revolution game, which I really like to play. And we played it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not
that I wanted to. Can&amp;#39;t dance. Two left feet. Complete lack of
coordination. Alas, I had precisely enough change left to feed the
machine, and I couldn&amp;#39;t very well say &amp;quot;No&amp;quot; after being exposed to two
hours of heart-melting father-daughter bonding, now could I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kicked my butt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;smile&amp;gt; Can&amp;#39;t let you get completely spoiled, dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you I was going to win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shouldn&amp;#39;t brag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So
after a valuable life lesson was learned, and I was sure I wasn&amp;#39;t going
to drop dead from my unwonted exertion, we piled in the car and came on
home. It was a great afternoon, one that should inaugurate a new
tradition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You forgot that I got to sit in the front of the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I did. I wasn&amp;#39;t about to have you thinking I was your hired driver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye-bye, guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that&amp;#39;s it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, then. Thanks for reading! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1140" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/tags/family/default.aspx">family</category><category domain="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/tags/movies/default.aspx">movies</category><category domain="http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/tags/kids/default.aspx">kids</category></item><item><title>Princessess, Horses and Crystals!</title><link>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/2006/08/02/1017.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 06:05:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f99d79c2-675c-48b8-9488-4fba8a49a49c:1017</guid><dc:creator>Treanna</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><comments>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/comments/1017.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/commentrss.aspx?PostID=1017</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=1017</wfw:comment><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;He&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;llo there! I see you read this blog. Girls are cool! I love princessess, horses and crystals!They are cool and pretty! Well s&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;ee you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=1017" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>A day at the park</title><link>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/archive/2005/04/23/413.aspx</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:54:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f99d79c2-675c-48b8-9488-4fba8a49a49c:413</guid><dc:creator>Treanna</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/comments/413.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/commentrss.aspx?PostID=413</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://blogs.thecabal.org/blogs/the_princesss_diaries/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=413</wfw:comment><description>This is what happened today. We went to the park to see our friends
before they went to Disneyland. My butterfly kite was flying, but the
wind blew it in the lake. I cried when my friend told me my kite was
gone. Now I am at home blogging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.thecabal.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=413" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>