<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:00:21.050-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='Org Consulting'/><category term='Org Consulting - Captial'/><category term='Summer 07'/><title type='text'>Smile forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7807023797487590315</id><published>2011-08-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:07:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly Wed - not dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWOx3fT3r2M/TkDNlqaH3JI/AAAAAAAAAS4/D1eiNx7Q9j4/s1600/Amber%2Bloves%2Byou%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638732780390571154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWOx3fT3r2M/TkDNlqaH3JI/AAAAAAAAAS4/D1eiNx7Q9j4/s320/Amber%2Bloves%2Byou%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I tried to upload a picture of me today for you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but that is all I could make happen tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Try as I may --- only half the picture would come up. I do not even know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have slowed down enough, that I thought I might try to post some of the much anticipated pictures. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since I just went through them myself&lt;/span&gt;... And I realized I never downloaded the web versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you will have to wait some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post some pictures of my house. But I realized, I have not taken any yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you will have to wait for those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What do I have to offer you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you'll have to live with -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm newly Wed!!! And I'm not dead!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next free moment while Spense plays Call of Duty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--- 3 days till KEVIN COMES HOME!!! I can't wait to see my brother!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7807023797487590315?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7807023797487590315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7807023797487590315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7807023797487590315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7807023797487590315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2011/08/newly-wed-not-dead.html' title='Newly Wed - not dead.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWOx3fT3r2M/TkDNlqaH3JI/AAAAAAAAAS4/D1eiNx7Q9j4/s72-c/Amber%2Bloves%2Byou%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-515868641591776308</id><published>2011-04-30T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:10:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost MAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My goodness how time flies when you are having fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little update:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;*Church - somehow if you put that first - the rest actually all fits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*Wedding plans - consume my life when I am not at work... only TWO MORE WEEKS!!! whoot whoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*Work - system conversion to a new system!!! JOY!!! - consumes most of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*Extra time? -- WHAT IS THAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;*New side business -- Have you heard of AreoGarden?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aerogrow.myvoffice.com/amberskitchengarden/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is soo cool! You can grow a garden, in your kitchen, without water!!  Let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-515868641591776308?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/515868641591776308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=515868641591776308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/515868641591776308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/515868641591776308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-may.html' title='Almost MAY!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6789392793962932578</id><published>2011-02-20T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:31:14.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TA DA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u72Zi-h-T0/TWFd5j5jMsI/AAAAAAAAASA/c5ew1o7LBeg/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u72Zi-h-T0/TWFd5j5jMsI/AAAAAAAAASA/c5ew1o7LBeg/s320/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575841057131934402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6789392793962932578?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6789392793962932578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6789392793962932578' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6789392793962932578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6789392793962932578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2011/02/ta-da.html' title='TA DA!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3u72Zi-h-T0/TWFd5j5jMsI/AAAAAAAAASA/c5ew1o7LBeg/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-9066391430430590978</id><published>2011-02-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:28:14.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But instead I am here blogging for the first time in 4 months (give or take a few).  &lt;br /&gt;So here is the little update on my life for those who follow...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in no particular order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Guy from awesome collage in previous post &amp;amp; I no longer (hence a few melancholy posts...)&lt;br /&gt;*that guy went to serve our country - good luck!&lt;br /&gt;*New incredible job opportunity&lt;br /&gt;*New calling in church&lt;br /&gt;*Two new pseudo nephews... SOO CUTE!  I love them and I just met them. &lt;br /&gt;       Well One I've met - one I'm going to meet soon!&lt;br /&gt;*One amazing new guy.  And after the last one, I wasn't sure it could get better.  :)&lt;br /&gt;*An incredible holiday season filled with family, fun games, my dad coming home, and movies with the family!&lt;br /&gt;*Baby Sister turned 18... GAH!!&lt;br /&gt;*Stress, and lots of learning time.&lt;br /&gt;*The world's best, and most ridiculous puppy!!! I love Trixie Sue!!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;*I love love love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of the fun things that are going on in the crazy life of Amber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-9066391430430590978?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9066391430430590978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=9066391430430590978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9066391430430590978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9066391430430590978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2011/02/around-corner.html' title='around the corner'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1437750727398720113</id><published>2010-10-25T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:35:06.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently my life has taken a few turns that I was not exactly planning on.  I went to see Eat, Pray, Love with two of my really good friends right before the domino effect started in my life.  This is now one of my favorite movies.  It is really good, it made me laugh, cry, sigh, smile, and reminded me that sometimes when a door closes, there is usually a window open to new possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had two favorite parts in the movie, the first of which I have been dwelling on.  There is a part where Liz's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Julia Roberts)&lt;/span&gt; friend Robert &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I believe that is his name)&lt;/span&gt; gives her the following advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you miss them - miss them.  You love them, so Love them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then send them love and light.  and then drop it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it might be messed up a little... but you get the gist.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the time I thought that was profound, but when would I need that? Well, of course I did.   Last week I decided that instead of trying to harbor all the feelings for myself that I was feeling, it was time to try a little of his advice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom also had some fabulous advice.  She told me to "let my friends and family serve me.  To go out, and do things, and let them help me heal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is amazing how I feel like putting that advice combined with sending light and love has helped.  I still have a way to go, but it made a huge impact to recognize that those feelings are still there, but there are other things in my life that are more important.  Since I put it into action, I have literally watched as a new path opened up with options and opportunities that I would have never anticipated before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am grateful for good movies, good advice, incredible friends, and family, and friends who will always be more like family than friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and if you want to see that movie... I would go again!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1437750727398720113?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1437750727398720113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1437750727398720113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1437750727398720113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1437750727398720113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7329573935686770597</id><published>2010-10-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:04:24.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onions</title><content type='html'>Have you ever forgotten to ask for No onions on your sandwich or burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - as you can probably guess - I forgot to ask for No onions today - so I removed them with my little fingers. and now - 3 1/2 hours later anytime I start to ponder and bring my fingers close to my face, I can &lt;em&gt;smell the onion. &lt;/em&gt;It is amazing what a potent and lingering smell those little things have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hands in attempt to rid my fingers of the smell... and no! it is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on the hand sanitizer --- no! still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my fabulously smelling lotion -- no! still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7329573935686770597?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7329573935686770597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7329573935686770597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7329573935686770597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7329573935686770597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/onions.html' title='Onions'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2891915406923073796</id><published>2010-10-15T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:26:05.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;Because I could really use a wish right now.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2891915406923073796?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2891915406923073796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2891915406923073796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2891915406923073796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2891915406923073796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish.html' title='wish'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5855380143394182741</id><published>2010-10-14T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:24:20.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I remember recently when I would look at my phone and get all giddy because I had a message.  Sometimes I wish that I was not so used to getting messages, that I did not look at my phone out of habit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how addicted or reliant we become on a piece of electronic equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have that problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5855380143394182741?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5855380143394182741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5855380143394182741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5855380143394182741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5855380143394182741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4677752383317455238</id><published>2010-10-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:02:26.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://michaelandkaralee.blogspot.com/2010/10/indecisive.html"&gt;Karalee's Post&lt;/a&gt; about indecision -- and realized I think I have the same issue. Perhaps it is a universal issue?  I find however that I feel the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to the big choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not always like this. I could make decisions and run with them, accepting responsibility for whatever consequence may come my way. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Perhaps&lt;/span&gt; age makes you more cautious? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Perhaps&lt;/span&gt; the consequences from your previous choices? I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.  I have been living the good life at my parents, and my dad got a job at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;  Now I have a decision to make in front of me, and seems like nothing helped, and I could not decided what I would do. I thought I HAD to make a decision - and DO something.   After much frustration and stressing I realized that the time was not right for me to be making a decision.  I think I was so anxious to have my future planned, when there was no real decision to be made yet.  Just potential options, and more patience to be developed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the time came - and I started to recall my previous sweat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;.  I had wade the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pros's&lt;/span&gt; and con's, looked at my finances, and stressed over it enough.  Yes, I am still wondering if I made the right choice.  But I feel confidence in remembering that once the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pros's&lt;/span&gt; and con's list is made, and you've wade all your options,  and the time is right you &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt; make a decision. You can not sit on it for too long and watch your options fall away.  I did my due-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt;, I had said my prayers and now I am just to look forward to the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So future, bring what you might --- I am on for this ride!  New job!  Here I come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4677752383317455238?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4677752383317455238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4677752383317455238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4677752383317455238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4677752383317455238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6881228383583862140</id><published>2010-09-14T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:09:57.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taunting Me...</title><content type='html'>Since I decided to start keeping up on other's blogs again I do not have that many posts to keep up on&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(let's not recall the 415 unread posts on my google reader at one point....). &lt;/span&gt;I love reading blogs and finding cool new 'homemade' projects I can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been avoiding &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2010/09/mockingjay-by-suzanne-collins.html"&gt;THIS POST &lt;/a&gt;by Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Janssen&lt;/span&gt;. If you recall in my previous posts I RAVE about her awesome book reviews. Many books I read come from her lists. She is THAT good. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, okay - we have the same taste in books. and I know her... I might be biased. I'm okay with that though.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO READ THIS POST!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is taunting me everytime I open my reader I see it - and just want to know what she thought about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because she is so good she will spoil this most anticipated book - &lt;strong&gt;THAT I OWN&lt;/strong&gt; - That I can not read yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///Users/kevinallen/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-10.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TJOECrWf9gI/AAAAAAAAARw/SoGI7_Qvb50/s1600/mockingjay3"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517899149990688258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TJOECrWf9gI/AAAAAAAAARw/SoGI7_Qvb50/s200/mockingjay3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I am reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alchemyst-Secrets-Immortal-Nicholas-Flamel/dp/0385736002/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1287075990&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Magician-Secrets-Immortal-Nicholas-Flamel/dp/0385737289/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1287075990&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sorceress-Secrets-Immortal-Nicholas-Flamel/dp/0385735308/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1287075990&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Necromancer-Secrets-Immortal-Nicholas-Flamel/dp/0385735316/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1287075990&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt; They are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good I can hardly put them down - I hope it is worth the wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you have not - you should read &lt;strong&gt;The hunger game series&lt;/strong&gt;... AND &lt;strong&gt;the Immortal - Nicholas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flammel&lt;/span&gt; Series&lt;/strong&gt;..... *sigh* such good book candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6881228383583862140?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6881228383583862140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6881228383583862140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6881228383583862140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6881228383583862140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/09/taunting-me.html' title='Taunting Me...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TJOECrWf9gI/AAAAAAAAARw/SoGI7_Qvb50/s72-c/mockingjay3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4256049007889745388</id><published>2010-09-08T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:16:37.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Kolby</title><content type='html'>All Summer I have been hearing about Kolby. She is one of my little sister's friends and in May she was diagnosed with Advanced Stage (4) Anaplastic Large Cell Lymphoma Cancer. Really long name, right!? Well it is as rare and aggressive as it sounds. I have been reading her Blog - and noticed that they have an auction to help raise money towards her treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible girl and at only 15!! You should check it out. If you live in Vegas, or even if you do not, there are some neat things on the Auction! :) &lt;a href="http://keepingkolbyauctions.blogspot.com/2010/09/sterling-silver-horse-heart-pendant_08.html"&gt;I think I want this necklace!!!&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://keepingkolbyauctions.blogspot.com/2010/09/wire-wrapped-jewelry-set.html"&gt;This braclet/earring set!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keepingkolby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeping Kolby Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keepingkolbyauctions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keeping Kolby Auction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4256049007889745388?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4256049007889745388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4256049007889745388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4256049007889745388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4256049007889745388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-kolby.html' title='Keeping Kolby'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8999729182714887891</id><published>2010-07-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:55:11.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you don't See</title><content type='html'>I found a link to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormontimes.com/article/1856/What-you-dont-see"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; article in the Mormon Times entitled "What you don't see" by Tiffany Gee Lewis on my college friend &lt;a href="http://keelerlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-article-what-is-your-personal.html"&gt;Kendall&lt;/a&gt;'s Blog. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**You should read it!**&lt;/span&gt; I reflected on a brief conversation I had with one of my good friends last night. I was complimenting her on her children, and what good kids they really are. She has 3 under the age of 5 (I think...her oldest is not 5 yet... I hope not!) and the two oldest are so smart and well mannered. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not to say the youngest is not either - he is just a little baby.&lt;/span&gt; She really has taught them well. She replied thanks - sometimes it is nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes it is Taboo to talk about the hard work we all put into our lives, only focusing on the shinning moments, only showing forth our best foot on the blog. I certainly am that way. Maybe today is a good day to reflect on the work and perspiration we each put into trying to make our lives (for those of us who are single), and our families lives run. Give yourself a pat on the back! You are doing a good job! Even if you do not see it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little side note:&lt;br /&gt;I've decided it is good luck to my Visiting Teaching Companion -- because you &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;get engaged! So far - since I have been home - my success ratio is 2:0. That is 100%. hmmm - think this could work for me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8999729182714887891?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8999729182714887891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8999729182714887891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8999729182714887891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8999729182714887891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-you-dont-see.html' title='What you don&apos;t See'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3701704512155257266</id><published>2010-07-08T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:59:08.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep my promises....</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;Picnik&lt;/a&gt; - thanks &lt;a href="http://mike-mo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt; - what a wonderful website! Here is just a little of what I have been up to the past 9 months... and NO! it is not a baby! Just a boy... and nope - we &lt;strong&gt;are not&lt;/strong&gt; engaged. Dating - and that is happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TDWEdmzuhvI/AAAAAAAAARY/aMEB8JmNMoQ/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491440964816766706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TDWEdmzuhvI/AAAAAAAAARY/aMEB8JmNMoQ/s400/Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3701704512155257266?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3701704512155257266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3701704512155257266' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3701704512155257266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3701704512155257266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-keep-my-promises.html' title='I keep my promises....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/TDWEdmzuhvI/AAAAAAAAARY/aMEB8JmNMoQ/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6132364269094073621</id><published>2010-03-10T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:20:16.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted 1 Lightening Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/S5fTvAC_o3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/lYlirQoRstM/s1600-h/lighting+catcher.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/S5fTvAC_o3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/lYlirQoRstM/s200/lighting+catcher.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447055078747775858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this neat email today - and it had this picture at the end.  I think it would be really neat if we were able to actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lightening&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;put it in a jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; what you could do.  :) What a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6132364269094073621?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6132364269094073621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6132364269094073621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6132364269094073621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6132364269094073621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-this-neat-email-today-and-it-had.html' title='Wanted 1 Lightening Catcher'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/S5fTvAC_o3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/lYlirQoRstM/s72-c/lighting+catcher.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7462263901637735243</id><published>2009-11-30T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:56:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How times flies....</title><content type='html'>They say that time flies when you are having fun.  Well aparently I have been having fun, since I haven't written in here for 3 months?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Update on my life soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some pictures if I can find them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time - I am still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7462263901637735243?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7462263901637735243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7462263901637735243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7462263901637735243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7462263901637735243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-times-flies.html' title='How times flies....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7857922828858417492</id><published>2009-08-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:30:30.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard this yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.michaelbuble.com/haventmetyouyet/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no!? you should click that link then.... because it is amazing!!!  Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I received this text&lt;br /&gt;"So it seems like you have a lot of guys chasing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain has started working and thinking and wondering.  I do not understand where this thought came from.  I have not seen or talked to him in months, and after ONE day (one fantastic day- fun filled - mind you) he says that... makes me wonder what I said or what impression I gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I get asked on dates?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; (esp. now that my best friend is gone to utah... *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I like going on dates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt; (dating is fun.... always a new experience, although I won't lie.. .it is getting monotonous - but I am not going to complain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I have anyone chasing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt; - not to my knowledge, at least none that are actually serious.  I have more than enough guy FRIENDS to fill my life, but none that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chasing me&lt;/span&gt;.  Most of the time I actually contact them to hang out or do things b/c honestly I am not a fan of hanging out by myself.   (crazy... I know!)  occasionally I get asked out... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(let's not count the past two weeks...it is an outlier - 3 potential dates in one weekend... not normal.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me I do not understand where he is coming from.  He, must not not realize that I seriously have too many guys friends. in fact - outside of my married girl friends (which are many...many many) I have 4 or 5 single girls I make a conscience effort to hang out with outside my sisters.  (there was one more - but she left on a mission 3 weeks ago...and one of my sister's is not even single, she's engaged!).  With such few girls that I actually do things with, you can find me hanging out with a different guy most every time you see me.  Perhaps that would give him the impression I am being chased.  Too bad all of these guys like to tell me all about the girls they are asking out, getting my opinion on them, ask who I think they should go out with, complain about the different experiences they have.  It is nice - I have lots of older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Wait - He does not see me every day - in fact I have not seen him, (despite my attempts to contact him) for - almost 7 months I think.  So I wonder, why did he say that statement.   More importantly - why will he not respond to me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7857922828858417492?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7857922828858417492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7857922828858417492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7857922828858417492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7857922828858417492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-heard-this-yet.html' title='Have you heard this yet?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7376089016144528825</id><published>2009-07-07T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:18:16.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for a book to get lost in, because honestly I just needed a good book. This is it. This is what I was looking for. I am not as eloquent as some on reviews - so if you pop over to Janssen's entry &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2008/08/hunger-games-suzanne-collins.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you will find a fabulous intro - and more reasons why you should hop on down to the library and pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly - it has the perfect blend of everything. Not a "girl" or "guy" book. One that can cross the genders and speak to everyone. It is beautifully written, and the plot never seems to stop. It is a continuous stream of story, that envelopes you into their world. I would put this on my high list, and am seriously considering using my boarders gift card to go purchase it for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janssen - I blame you for not telling me it was a sequel. Well - it was my own fault, I must of skipped over that part in your entry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am warning everyone, apparently it is going to be a trilogy. Now I am going to die waiting to read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ---&lt;a href="http://laurenbarnholdt.com/2009/06/30/catching-fire-arc-giveaway/#comments"&gt; If you check this out&lt;/a&gt; -- advanced signed copy giveaway of the next book... WHAT!?!?!  maybe maybe maybe I could - so then I do not have to wait in line to get it!!! word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7376089016144528825?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7376089016144528825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7376089016144528825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7376089016144528825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7376089016144528825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/07/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7955663571041652779</id><published>2009-06-25T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:40:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I really want...</title><content type='html'>My Conversation with a friend.....  (hope they don't mind.. too late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well despite the fact that I just told you I don't want to date... in reality I just want a functional real relationship for once.... (no offense to you or anything) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am sick of games, and wishy-washy crap - non-commitment and freaking-out ness.  just a nice functional relationship that is working to learn and grow and better the both of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want date one person and just have a good fun time.  and not worry about whether or not we are in love - or if we are going to get married --- in fact I think we should not really talk about in relationship to us -- for like 3 months... atleast.  maybe 6... freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a guy who isn't afraid to be a guy - but be man enough to watch movies I LIKE - just because I want to watch them... and I will watch action movies and such no problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a guy who isn't intimidated by the fact that I am a social person, and like to be around people, and have enough guys friends to cover a life time and then some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who is adventurous - and okay that I am just a little less.... okay I am terrified of most things.  and is okay if I just want to tag along to be there as moral support.  I think it is fun to watch others jump off cliffs... even if I can't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who will help me and support me in my events - because they know I will be there to help them clean-up their activities at 1am sometime later, and they just want to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to walk along side me.  To text at any moment in the day - with my random thoughts.  To laugh with over little things, like remote control singing.  Who wants to randomly dance with me. Doesn't get offended when I just feel like crap.  Who wants to cuddle with me... (whoot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who loves the gospel - who puts the Lord first and me second.  Who loves the temple, and follows the basic doctrines and principles of the gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who is honest.  I am looking for conviction and someone who has self-control.  Who can put aside what he wants for what is best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who is not afraid to work.  Who does not run at the first sign of problems, or trouble, or issues.  Who is willing to get their hands dirty and not afraid to fight for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is interesting..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear what you think. What you think love is, because that's what you just described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah - I guess it is what I think love is. I don't think love is easy. i think it is work, and commitment. I do not think I will ever find "love at first sight" ... I think it will be something that comes because I have grown with the person - experienced things.&lt;br /&gt;i mean yes - I will be attracted - and want to talk to them and stuff... but really.... love takes time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;I think there is also some amount of deciding to be in love too.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is that little something that makes your heart go pitter patter, but then you get to a point, and it's love it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deciding to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitter patter? yes - this is true - attraction needs to be there - or all else is futile&lt;br /&gt;:) no attraction... no reason to be there... but attraction can grow in time... also. as you get to know a person&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You can be attracted to a lot of people, but you don't fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;That's where the decision comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's at least how it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe other people aren't like me. But I just don't think love is something you fall into, like a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol   like a hole... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized tonight that there is a lot more to relationship and love than I realized.  Only I think I knew it all the time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7955663571041652779?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7955663571041652779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7955663571041652779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7955663571041652779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7955663571041652779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-really-want.html' title='What I really want...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5838396089498403372</id><published>2009-06-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:19:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I choreographed this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oELtc34xLgg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oELtc34xLgg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome dance.... well I think it was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out how to embed it on here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choreographed this for my Regional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; Conference, for the So you Think you Can Dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  I did not end up dancing because we lost a few boys... but they did awesome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5838396089498403372?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5838396089498403372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5838396089498403372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5838396089498403372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5838396089498403372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-choreographed-this.html' title='I choreographed this!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7101680479434154829</id><published>2009-06-06T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:14:58.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eye infections&lt;br /&gt;*sore throats&lt;br /&gt;*guys who do not understand the break-up rules.&lt;br /&gt;*guys who want to be my friend - or my big brother.&lt;br /&gt;*18-year old girls (no offense I was one also)&lt;br /&gt;*talking&lt;br /&gt;*being strong&lt;br /&gt;*crying&lt;br /&gt;*not being instantly good at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;*the tingly feeling in my left middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;*messy room&lt;br /&gt;*missing you.&lt;br /&gt;*pretending.&lt;br /&gt;*unmotivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatful for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*amazing parents.&lt;br /&gt;*the funny side of my daddy&lt;br /&gt;*the gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;*Hope&lt;br /&gt;*Belief that things can change&lt;br /&gt;*good books&lt;br /&gt;*awesome friends -&lt;br /&gt;*the ability to dance&lt;br /&gt;*my vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;*cumorah credit union&lt;br /&gt;*little babies that you can not help but smile at.&lt;br /&gt;*new opportunities&lt;br /&gt;*laughter&lt;br /&gt;*Kandy  Tater (my car)&lt;br /&gt;*good movies.&lt;br /&gt;*knowing that I did not really do much wrong this time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7101680479434154829?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7101680479434154829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7101680479434154829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7101680479434154829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7101680479434154829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-little-list.html' title='just a little list...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3359683251939707021</id><published>2009-05-27T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:50:20.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hump day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is not blind- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sees more, not less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But because it sees more, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is willing to see less." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Julius Gordon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(borrowed from my friend mike's status...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today felt like the &lt;strong&gt;longest&lt;/strong&gt; day ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever had those days? where everything seems to not go well?  That was my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It probably started last night as I agonized over how to put my thoughts into an email.  I finally finish it - waited to send it so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recipient&lt;/span&gt; would not accidentally stumble over it before getting off work. I pushed the send button and went to take out my contacts.  As I pried - literally pried - my contacts off my eyeball - I had the fleeting thought, "this is not a good sign."  My eye INSTANTLY turned bright pink...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the past two months I thought I just had allergy problems, because the pollen this season has been off the charts.  and perhaps that snowballed it - but spring allergies are basically no more in sunny - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; - Vegas.  So last night - I was sure this could not be the case.  I went to crawl in bed and read hoping my eyes would stop hurting so.  They did not.  In fact - I could HARDLY open them.   As I received my few last texts from him - probably for the next few days - I just wanted to cry b/c the light from the phone was killing me.  wait - I did cry - involuntarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that is how I started my day - before I had even woken up my eyes hurt. and they hurt all day.  Watering at will.  which leads everyone to ask if I am okay - ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I had to type in 150+ checks - which I accidentally kept hitting the 'auto-fill' button.  One would think this would make it easier - NO! you have to put them in order, and that just messes the system all up.  some easy 10  min. task took me an hour - with someone else coming over and doing it b/c I was seriously on the verge of tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then I got 100 more checks from one person.  Yeah I was ready to cry at that business.  but no biggie - I conquered that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then the day just drug on.  on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT tomorrow will be better -- because the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"sun will come up - tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be sun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3359683251939707021?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3359683251939707021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3359683251939707021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3359683251939707021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3359683251939707021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/hump-day.html' title='hump day'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8258454885157556314</id><published>2009-05-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:09:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY 8'S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been tagged! &lt;a href="http://somuchfabric.blogspot.com/"&gt;Packrat&lt;/a&gt; tagged me...So I thought why not - a little update on my life - and then you might glean some info from me! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY 8'S!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mention the person that tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Complete the lists of 8’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag 8 of your wonderful bloggy friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go tell them you tagged them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fitting in my swim suite again -- w/o my 'love handle'.&lt;br /&gt;2. Swing Dance class this Thursday.... :) whoot! I think I might try it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being debt free&lt;br /&gt;4. Temple baptisms this friday&lt;br /&gt;5. wedding receptions.... sick I know (3 in the next month...)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1919-1-597-1,00.html"&gt;Oquirrh Mt. Temple Open House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Summer --- Swimming - Lake - water parties - tan! - getting in shape - movies in the park - icecream -&lt;br /&gt;8. Achieving my goals... I just set some new ones... new start this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I did Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to church&lt;br /&gt;3. Cried -- but not during church...whoot!&lt;br /&gt;4. Sat by myself in the same room as &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;5. Helped cook dinner...&lt;br /&gt;6. Read my book&lt;br /&gt;7. Texted&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked to my family.... they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I wish I could do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Accompany people on the piano&lt;br /&gt;2. Play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jump off Cliffs -- they terrify me... alot&lt;br /&gt;4. See the future. that would be very helpful right now... :)&lt;br /&gt;5. make more time in my day to finish everything!&lt;br /&gt;6. go visit Cariann in az -- right this moment. random road trip - whoot!&lt;br /&gt;7. Do Magic -- I think it would be fun... OH no -- I want to fly!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. stop thinking about it......and him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Shows I Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So you Think you can Dance&lt;br /&gt;2. Dancing with the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. American Idol Finale&lt;br /&gt;4. other shows my brother happens to be watching&lt;br /&gt;5... I'm not home enough to really watch much else... if I even watch the above mentioned songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Bloggers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Britt, Lindsay, Jenni, Kevin, Karalee, Pamela, Stef and any who want to do this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8258454885157556314?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8258454885157556314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8258454885157556314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8258454885157556314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8258454885157556314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-8s.html' title='CRAZY 8&apos;S!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2994730419014784304</id><published>2009-05-24T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:52:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I just want to cry</title><content type='html'>So I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when life gets hard you just have to cry.  Honestly there is nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you pick yourself back up - dust off your pants - and keep going.  Because honestly, what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful for my life experiences.  Even the hard ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do an update post soon - promise - I am still alive.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2994730419014784304?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2994730419014784304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2994730419014784304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2994730419014784304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2994730419014784304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonight-i-just-want-to-cry.html' title='Tonight I just want to cry'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8204126230400926768</id><published>2009-05-13T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:57:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things I have learned by being a bank teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If you were ever wondering --- this has been my life since I was 17.  :)  I HEART Banking.   Honestly though - I have had every single one of these things happen to me.  So please -- be kind to your teller!!!  (and have a nice laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;50        Things I have learned by being a bank teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         I know everyone in the world, so I never need to ask for        ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  'I'll be with you in one moment,' means 'Come right up        here into my business and breathe your popcorn breath in my face for a        while.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Every bank in the world steals money from its        customers, particularly the ones that don't keep a        register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm always kidding when I tell people a check is        not any good.  I'm a good kidder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I know the balance        of every account at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am at the bank just        because I feel like it; my window isn't actually open when I say, 'May I        help you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I know everyone's account        number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I know everyone's address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I don't        understand how banking works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I have to do whatever the        person who gave my customer the check said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I don't know        how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I don't know how to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I        don't know what the date is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I can read everyone's mind.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I ask for your social, Im trying to steal your        identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I know when every new coin will be        arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I know how much everyones bills are for the        month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We dont sell stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We are just here for fun        on most holidays, were not really open. We love when you rub it in.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When someone asks how you want your cash back, you are        supposed to tell them after you get your money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Apparently        people have different definitions of commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your time is        more important than mine. I have no life. When you show up 5 minutes        before we close to make 10 deposits or open a new account, we dont        mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Everyone with the Bank name tag is related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I        am also your secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. We love to place holds on your checks        for fun, we are the only bank that does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 13 hours and 10        minutes is not enough time for people to do their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I        am in charge of the never ending popcorn, smarties, and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.        It is polite to ignore someone when they say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. It is my        fault when someone cuts you in line. I should have been paying attention        to you and not your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I know what a        checkingdepositwithdrawal for savings is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Being rude should        make me want to help you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I am not really human, I should        not make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. It is okay to go into someones office when        their door is shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I have a secret collection of licenses in        my cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I cant hear. I need you to ding the bell 5 times in        a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The sign that says Next Window Please is just for        decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I make people wait on purpose, its fun to make        them mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I know everyones pin number to their ATM card.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Fraud isnt real, I should give customers exactly what they        want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The coin machine is my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.        The bank gives out free poinsettias at Christmas, we order them for you,        not the bank. Display only means whatever you want it to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.        Please and Thank You are forbidden words at the bank. We hate to hear        them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Checking and Savings deposit slips are EXACTLY the same,        we just like the color pink and wanted to make them more colorful. Marking        through the word savings changes the deposit slip completely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.        When I tell someone the same thing over and over, Im just doing it for        fun. I like to waste my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. We will break the rules for        anybody as long as you gripe for more than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I am a        professional coin counter. Even when the machine is broken, I will count        the coin for you by hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I am psychic; when you call I can        recognize your voice and pull up your information. My computer is voice        activated. Its that fancy technology we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You dont have to        tell me that youve been with the bank for 50 years… I can tell.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Even after 5 years, I am a new teller to anyone who has never        seen me before. If Ive never met you, I have no idea what Im doing.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I make the rules for the banking industry. You can blame        everything on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8204126230400926768?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8204126230400926768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8204126230400926768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8204126230400926768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8204126230400926768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/05/50-things-i-have-learned-by-being-bank.html' title='50 Things I have learned by being a bank teller'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3780115700885466483</id><published>2009-04-22T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:34:11.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) tommorrow for the weekend.  I decided to look at the weather... it is supposed to rain.  The whole time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It snowed last week when I was there for Anne's Wedding (post to follow...later this week).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It reminds me of Kusco &amp;amp; Pancha in Emperor's New Groove.  They are floating down the river tied to this rock - after a series of crazy events.  They hear the sound of the waterfall and the conversation goes like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Large waterfall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sharp Rocks at the bottom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Most Likely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bring it on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3780115700885466483?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3780115700885466483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3780115700885466483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3780115700885466483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3780115700885466483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4904939288168025813</id><published>2009-04-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:12:55.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Earth Day 2009!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Old Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(to the tune of “This Old Man”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This old Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needs our help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To stay fresh and clean and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a pick it up; pitch it in; and throw it in the can –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This old Earth needs a helping hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4904939288168025813?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4904939288168025813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4904939288168025813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4904939288168025813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4904939288168025813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day-2009-this-old-earth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4863549695803024845</id><published>2009-04-21T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:09:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How-to-do-the-first-date-thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I was reading the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therulesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rules Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therulesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-do-first-date-thing.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on how to do the first date thing. I love it! I wish so many more people could read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have found so many times guys try so hard to impress on the first date - and it just turns out to backfire on them. My mom has termed it 'creative dating'. Some of my most fun - and best dates were simply and easy. No pressure dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some examples from my limited and yet extensive dating experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Mini-Golfing&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now this was not your traditional mini-golfing experience. We went mini-golfing around campus. We started having to hit it from the bottom to the top of the hill. There was 3 couples - and one of the couples would pick the spot to start, and another couple pick the ending destination (the hole) and off you go! Pretty hysterical! After we golfed (or just plain hit the ball) around campus - we went and got ice cream. This too was not your typical ice cream trip. We went to the local grocery store and got some vanilla ice cream. Then we each went and picked out our favorite cool-aid flavor. We went to the park, put vanilla ice cream in our mugs - and sprinkled on just a tiny bit of the flavor. We tried mixing flavors - talked and tasted each others creations. I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about him - his likes/dislikes - crazy random things. It was casual, nice, creative and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note... we went on a few more dates - he is one of the few people who was ridiculously honest with me, because he created a friendship with that first date. He is now married to another girl - and she is super cute!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sunrise Walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sunrise Walk I have been on a few times with a few different guys - but every time it is one of the most memorable activities. Usually we go pick up some sort of breakfast food - donuts and OJ - and then go for a walk to watch the sunrise. It is really a nice opportunity to chat - get to know the person and enjoy nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Corn Maze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Personally I am not a huge fan of being scared -- but these were some super fun dates. They are a little more expensive - but usually it gives you an opportunity to get the know the person. Plus you are wandering around this cool field. I have played Tag - hide-n-go-seek --- or just simply wander seeing who can get from one end to the other the fastest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Card games outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is such a fun activity. We put out a blanket on the lawn - and had a little picnic. Then we played cards until way late in the evening - just laughing - asking random questions. I learned what color their tooth brush was - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and other such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was in high school - and my best friend needed a date last minute. It turned out to be a really fun date though! The guys came and picked us each up. They then blind folded us, and tossed a coin driving around for probably about 15-20 min. I honestly thought we had gone into the desert. When the car stopped they helped us out of the car (with our blindfolds still on), and lead us up this hill. (interesting how the world changes when you have a blind fold on... b/c it was really this tiny incline ha!) They lead us and sat us down and took off our blind folds. It turned out we were in a tent. We played battle of the sex's - and had some snacks. When we came out - we were actually just around the block from my house in the front yard of my best friends home. It was really fun - and I thought creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sky-Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This activity is a little more on the expensive side - and you have to make sure your date would enjoy this activity.... but it was a blast for me! Sky-Mania is a place in Vegas that just has a huge room full of trampolines. You can pay by the hour or half-hour increments. They have tramps on the walls, floor - all over - so you can literal jump on the walls - do flips - fly through the air. They also have a spot for dodge-ball. so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Movie in the desert/woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have done this date more times than I can count - but it is always nice. You pick a movie - and go with it. Don't forget the TV - extension cords - converter - DVD player... etc. :) and roasting marshmallows - doing a bonfire have also been some fun things to add to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Night Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple years ago I had the opportunity to go with my friend and take some night pictures. One of the successful pictures is my blog picture. :) For this activity you need a tripod - and a good camera that you can set to manual settings. A little knowledge of camera's is helpful. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Snow People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It does not snow much in Vegas, but in Idaho it snows like crazy --- occasionally. I have actually done this date in Vegas and Idaho. You just get all bundled up and go play in the snow! Build Snow people, a Snow Fort, have a snow ball fight - make snow angels - use your imagination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Fall Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the fall - and my most favorite thing to do is go for a walk in the crisp fall air. One of my friends found out that I love this - and we went to the park - walked and kicked the leaves. We climbed trees - played tag on the playground, sat and swung on the swings. We got ice cream from the ice cream truck -- simple and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Flour Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just a fun activity that I participated in.  You come all dressed in black.  You take sock (preferably older socks where the toes &amp;amp; heels are a little warn out...) and you fill the bottom of it with flour.  Each person has their own sock, and you start out with someone "it".  You race around playing tag - and how you know are "it" is when you get 'hit' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or smacked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the sock filled with flour.  Game proceeds until you are super tired or completely covered in flour dust.  :)  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: We played on a play ground so we had a few more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Dance Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These dates are esp. fun for me - because this is something I love to do.   For me a dance date is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; when you get all dressed up to go to a formal dance - or Sadie's Hawkins.  It is when the boy just takes me dancing - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; dancing, swing dancing, or just simply dancing in the living room.  I love it! :)   So many times I have just had so much fun being crazy and dancing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as you may be able to tell - I love ice cream - and just hanging out.  Looking back I have had some great opportunities for simply inexpensive dates - and those have been my favorites.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4863549695803024845?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4863549695803024845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4863549695803024845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4863549695803024845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4863549695803024845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/04/alive.html' title='How-to-do-the-first-date-thing...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-9073728201282977651</id><published>2009-03-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:10:46.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where, oh where can my library card be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dramarama-E-Lockhart/dp/0786838175/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1237437575&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dramarama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; by E. Lockhart tonight. As I debated whether or not I wanted to dash off to the library to find a book for lunch tomorrow - I started to look for my library card. Can I explain the panic that consumed the next &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; minutes as I racked my brain trying to figure out where I left it last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, usually I leave it in my car - in the little tray - so that I always know where it is - and have quick access to it when I have my "10-min-till-the-library-closes" panic. Tonight it was not there. Nor was it in my wallet. Or my purse. I dumped everything out of my purse - which consisted of my checkbook, wallet with various gift cards waiting to be used, glasses case, and schedule for work. I pulled out my little wallet with my id and cards in it. It was no where to be found. I thought about my jeans pocket... but they were in the wash, and I had checked the pockets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;usually when I forget or neglect to do this, I end up with gum stuck to my clothes. I have become quite diligent recently in the pocket checking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My panic increased as I realized I had no earthy clue where it could be. I turned and glanced at my night stand, my little cloth drawer unit - nope nope not there. As I did one last glancing sweep over my room - I spotted a pile of business cards sitting on my alarm clock/ipod station. I quickly hopped over -- and there at the very bottom of the pile was my precious library card. JOY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I have the following books on reserve.... okay I went a little over board. oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hunger games&lt;/strong&gt; / Suzanne Collins. -- well this one was on reserve from before - and it says it is "in-transit" -- which means I get to read it soooon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magyk&lt;/strong&gt; / Angie Sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flyte&lt;/strong&gt; / Angie Sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physik&lt;/strong&gt; / Angie Sage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queste&lt;/strong&gt; / Angie Sage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thief&lt;/strong&gt; / by Megan Whalen Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That summer&lt;/strong&gt; / Sarah Dessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun and moon, ice and snow&lt;/strong&gt; / Jessica Day George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smile&lt;/strong&gt; / Donna Jo Napoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When am I going to have time to read all these books? heck - I've already read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2009/02/graceling-by-kristen-cashore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2008/10/disreputable-history-of-frankie-landau.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Disresputable History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2009/03/jellicoe-road-by-melina-marchetta.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jellicoe Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Ender in Exile, All three of the Fable Haven books, Stealing Heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2008/12/savvy-by-ingrid-law.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Savvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and a few others I can not think of right now. Never mind my lesson for Gospel Doctrine. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I linked some of the books to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Janssen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fantastic reviews - because frankly - I get many book suggestions from her recommendations. I love to see what her take was on a book - and her reviews never let me down. Plus her blog is just a good 'everyday read'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-9073728201282977651?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9073728201282977651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=9073728201282977651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9073728201282977651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9073728201282977651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finished-dramarama-by-e.html' title='Oh where, oh where can my library card be....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6278873869339817706</id><published>2009-03-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:57:15.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Relationships are the single most important thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People are the single most important thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the key. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why the death of a relationship of any type can be so painful."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondhelpingsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-illuminated.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kim's Blog~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been trying to reason with myself on a few events that have transpired lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First:&lt;/em&gt; I have been shafted - by the same guy - for the third time - in less than a year.  I found myself pondering how this could possibly happen again.  What did &lt;strong&gt;I do&lt;/strong&gt; to let it come to pass again.  I learned and realized last night - that I did not do anything but like him.  In my heart of hearts - I was holding out for someone I knew would let me down.  Not only that - but I thought it might be different this time.  To my surprise - and dismay - it was not.  That was my mistake.  How to I fix it? I do not.  and that is a hard bite to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The interesting part is I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; angry.  I am sad, frustrated, and hurt.   More disappointed than anything else - and I have lost some of my trust in this person.  But honestly it does not matter that much.  It does not make me angry or want to retaliate - it just makes me smile a sad smile and &lt;em&gt;move on&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is amazing how when one door seems to be closing - a window is being opened.  I can say that I have been as honest and up front with guys as I would like them to be with me.  I am learning to live the standard I would like to be held up to.  As a result I have seemed to find or notice more of the type of people I would like to be around.  I have made a few new friends who are fantastic - they fit nicely into a place in my life I did not know I had vacant.  And they help me smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also had the opportunity to see some old friends this weekend.  I was very anxious to see them again because of a crazy past.  I was not sure what to think - we had been such good friends and it was just left to wither.   But it was so nice to see them - and I realized how important these people are in shaping me to be who I am today.  It was fun to catch up - to see their families - and hear their stories.   I am grateful for such opportunities.  They remind me of what is truly important in life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So despite the fact that something painful occurred - there were a few more things that softened it and made the weekend worthwhile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Wish I had some pictures. I forgot my camera... and I know the various photographers took pictures of me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I went to two wedding receptions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but I only have one of me and the cutest little red head I have met to date.  It is on facebook if you would like to see it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6278873869339817706?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6278873869339817706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6278873869339817706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6278873869339817706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6278873869339817706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/key.html' title='The Key'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4426236653595875073</id><published>2009-03-12T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:36:56.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a little post to let you come check out the fantastic layout &lt;a href="http://stacylanguage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; made for me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is incredible! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm still working on the various text colors... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; let me know what you can and can not see the best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ha I love colors to much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4426236653595875073?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4426236653595875073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4426236653595875073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4426236653595875073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4426236653595875073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-change.html' title='A little change...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8981684139575914634</id><published>2009-03-12T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:21:24.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a Rules girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find that at different times in life I am in need of different things. (what?! crazy huh!) Right now - I think I need to just stick to the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are the rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found the perfect blog that explains this quite nicely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therulesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to read about what it means to be a Rules Girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therulesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/rule-2-marriage-thoughts-are-null-on.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's Entry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is about marriage - and I love it. So many times it seems that 'us - single girls' are so focused on marriage that we forget about the dating part.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now remember this is my opinion...but I have had quite a few discussions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that a date is a date. It does not imply future commitment, or eternal marriage - it just means I get to spend a couple of hours getting to know you. If it goes well - you are second date worthy. If not - I'll think about it! :) but it does not imply we are getting married. Now of course every &lt;del&gt;boy&lt;/del&gt; guy has potential - but realize I am only planning on marrying one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am going to follow that rule the most --- step-by-step -- can I go on a date? would I go on another? am I feeling anxious? easy - step-by-step process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I will let you know how it goes.... so far - so good. ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8981684139575914634?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8981684139575914634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8981684139575914634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8981684139575914634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8981684139575914634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/03/rules-girl.html' title='Rules Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4012339696063565932</id><published>2009-02-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:36:56.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward/Five for Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we go folks -- on more chance at this fantastic opportunity!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About a month ago I did the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/pay-it-forward.html"&gt;Pay it Forward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - and I have only had one person respond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lucky Jen!)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. so that means &lt;strong&gt;two spots left&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently did it with another friend - so here I go again!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read closely...this is how it works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;{The Rules}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be one of the first THREE bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me - something crafty or yummy, who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Winners must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift -anything!- for the first THREE bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The gift that you send to your Three Friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it! If you are not one of the Top Three Commenters on this post, you can still play along. Please take the button and post it on your blog; start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, REMEMBER... it is good... :) Pass it forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4012339696063565932?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4012339696063565932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4012339696063565932' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4012339696063565932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4012339696063565932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forwardfive-for-five.html' title='Pay it Forward/Five for Five'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8398803202580145906</id><published>2009-02-23T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:32:42.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage -- is what brings us together today --</title><content type='html'>In honor of the month of love - and my friends getting engaged &amp;amp; married I thought I would give a shout out to ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie &amp;amp; Bryan (finally! yeah!!), Isle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Jared, Anne M., Sarah M., Jeff C., Brian B., Tracy T., Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS ALL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; so many of my friends are getting married before me - because I will have so many people to hang out with when I get married too!  JOY!  and so many people to learn from and lots of reception ideas to borrow!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; ... someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8398803202580145906?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8398803202580145906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8398803202580145906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8398803202580145906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8398803202580145906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/marriage-is-what-brings-us-together.html' title='Marriage -- is what brings us together today --'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7319515242829116359</id><published>2009-02-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:04:04.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Am-tacular facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;25 Random things about Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to dance with boys. Ballroom, Swing, Latin, which is about it. I don't grind – so don't try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've never been snowboarding – but I am going this weekend. I am sure I am going to come back with giant-size bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never danced in the rain. But I have been kissed in the rain – once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was in high School I thought Starbucks was evil --- now I love and am addicted to Vanilla Bean Blends with Carmel or Hot Chocolate. It is di-vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I sleep on my side – with my stuffed animals. They are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I actually like guys with facial hair – but only when I am dating them and can get away with touching their faces. Otherwise – usually I think they look like truckers. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes – I am scared of truckers. I hate driving by myself and stopping to get gas. The men just make me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've never been fishing – or camping in the snow – or snowshoeing for that matter. Parachuting scares me, bungee jumping – yeah 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love to climb up things – I just freeze at the top and can not come back down. So I do not go up – because I have had to be rescued from the top one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I really do not enjoy running. But I try *cough cough * to go at least once a week. I would rather do aerobics, or dance, or swim or anything else. I can stand it if I am listening to music though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I LUV SOCKS! Esp. toe socks – newest love. But I love putting on new socks. I will wear them until they have a hole. And then it is OFF – new socks! It is what I ask for at Christmas and my birthday. New socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. People usually call me by my whole name – it just flows – "amber allen". I was thinking about when I get married…. They will have to just call me amber… ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. At my first branch my manager banned me from giggling, skipping, jumping, laughing, twirling, and dancing around the branch. (jokingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I used to hate doing my hair – I refused to put make-up on – and I was deeply entrenched in early 90's styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have known 3 people personally who have passed away. Each was tragic in its own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have only had one type of ‘real’ job outside of college – before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love doing secret notes. In high school I would write random notes and put them on people's cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I did not listen to the radio until 6th grade. I did not even really know it existed. But I believe that in popular music – late mid-late 90's is the best. And I hated country. With a passion. Made my mom turn it off whenever she tried to listen to it. (Note: Now I love country). First fav. Song – “I love you… always forever….near and far we’ll stick together….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am a planner. I have been attempting to plan my life pretty much for as long as I can remember. The only problem is – things never go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a dream of riding in a hot air balloon. One with lots of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If I had been a rebel – I might have gotten a tattoo of the sun, moon, and stars. *don’t judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I am currently laying in my bed at 7:45pm… it is almost unbelievable even to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My car is named Kandy Tater. She is Kandy Apple Red…. She is one of the best cars I have ever driven. Even if she is a little lower to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. At UNLV I am a declared music education major. I changed it to Business just before I had even taken one music class – and just before I started at BYU-Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When I was younger – I was once the substitute for a giant Winnie the Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Bonus: 26. Over 70 people that I know got engaged or married last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag - Britt; Cariann; Lindsay; Pamela;Janssen; Mrs. Packrat :); Nikki (one Peachato...);  Anyone who chooses to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7319515242829116359?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7319515242829116359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7319515242829116359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7319515242829116359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7319515242829116359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-am-tacular-facts.html' title='25 Am-tacular facts'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5500405188576291835</id><published>2009-01-30T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:01:40.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating bankers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head Line on Yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090130/od_nm/us_banking_dating_odd"&gt;"Blog charts woes of dating  bankers"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A co-worker called me over today to point it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my dating skills - he thought this was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Check it out if you dare... just beware - there are some interesting ladies out there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5500405188576291835?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5500405188576291835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5500405188576291835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5500405188576291835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5500405188576291835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/dating-bankers.html' title='Dating bankers.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6211945890574562991</id><published>2009-01-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:21:33.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Faith is &lt;em&gt;always pointed&lt;/em&gt; towards the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith always has to do with blessings and truths and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;events that will &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; be efficacious in our lives."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&amp;amp;id=1819&amp;amp;tid=2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember  Lot's Wife&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holland, Jeffrey R.&lt;br /&gt;January 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BYU Devotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two weekends ago I traveled to Provo to go to the Draper Temple Open House, and visit my sister, and see some friends.  It was a fantastic weekend.  The Draper Temple is soo beautiful - if you have an opportunity to attend the open house - please do!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sunday I went to Kim's ward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(where I always go - and the bishop thinks that I am in the ward... I was there 4 times last semester... ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and they were having Ward conference.  It was amazing to me how the message seemed to be just for me.  I had the privilege last semester of having dinner over at their Stake President's home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks Scott!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pres. Childs is just an amazing man, with an incredible wife and family.  His talk was based on the quote "I know in whom I have trusted" from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Nephi 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  He talked about turning out heart - our wills - to Heavenly Father.  Looking towards the future - with faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This seemed to be just what I needed to hear. It seems like I get so caught up in making things happen I forget to rely on the Lord and put my faith and trust in Him.  His plan is so simple and clear.  If a decision or action fits into His plan - it will all work out the way it is supposed to.  :)  All I need to do is trust in the future - and not fight against the pricks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my thoughts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also throughout the meetings on Sunday - reference was made to &lt;a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&amp;amp;id=1819&amp;amp;tid=2"&gt;President Monson's Devotional Speech &lt;/a&gt;from earlier that week.  I decided I was going to read it.  I just finished it.  Incredible.   Pres. Monson says &lt;em&gt;" God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go."&lt;/em&gt;  I think that coupled with Sister Monson's response to Pres. Monson when they were first married&lt;em&gt; "We are not going back.  We are not going home.  The future holds &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; for us."&lt;/em&gt;   - is my motto for this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been many places in my life - made many different decisions - and I have been stewing trying to figure out what I really want to do with the next year.  What goals I have for myself.  I keep trying to change the initial plan to something that might be better.  While I still have no idea what the future holds for me and I do not know where this year is going to take me at all - I know that it holds &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt;  I just have to keep making good decisions - and he will lead me where I need to be.  Masters, MBA, work experience, dating, marriage, moving out or staying home - no matter what I will not look back at what was - but live in the present and look to the future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goals for 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ops Sup or Acct Rep by middle/end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Take GMAT by April &amp;amp; August (incase I bomb it the first time....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt; for the GMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Take GRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Work out atleast 3 times a week - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;measure this by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"borrowing"  Janssen's idea with stickers on my calendar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Write in Journal once a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Perform a random act of service once a day.  Pray for these opportunities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Continue to read - atleast 2 books a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     ~1 motivational/industry book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     ~1 fun book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Do my VT every month.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6211945890574562991?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6211945890574562991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6211945890574562991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6211945890574562991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6211945890574562991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-trust.html' title='Faith &amp; Trust'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2782728958718969389</id><published>2009-01-27T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:55:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's about learning to dance in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2782728958718969389?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2782728958718969389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2782728958718969389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2782728958718969389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2782728958718969389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the Month'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2137069153948629746</id><published>2009-01-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:13:34.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY IT FORWARD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SXlfkw11M5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UHny0DzsA0I/s1600-h/pay-it-forward.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367922141344658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SXlfkw11M5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UHny0DzsA0I/s200/pay-it-forward.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been watching my friends do this - and when I read &lt;a href="http://mirandafam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pay-it-forward.html"&gt;Lindsay's blog&lt;/a&gt; - I figured I would join in. Why not!? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Read closely...this is how it works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;{The Rules}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Be one of the first THREE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me - something crafty or yummy, who knows?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Winners must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift -anything!- for the first THREE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. The gift that you send to your Three Friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Linky&lt;/span&gt; Love! If you are not one of the Top Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Commenters&lt;/span&gt; on this post, you can still play along. Please take the button and post it on your blog; start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, REMEMBER... it is good... :) Pass it forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2137069153948629746?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2137069153948629746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2137069153948629746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2137069153948629746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2137069153948629746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/pay-it-forward.html' title='PAY IT FORWARD!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SXlfkw11M5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/UHny0DzsA0I/s72-c/pay-it-forward.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1682067357914336766</id><published>2009-01-22T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:00:36.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To react or not to react - that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual I was reading a blog - and I felt inspired by this &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hater.html"&gt;"hater"&lt;/a&gt; post I read.  It made me feel a little  better, and she has a fantastic sense of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I have been under attack.  Now, for many of you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;including myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have no idea what I did to this person.  But it has been made very apparent they do not like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could say that I provoked them, that I was unkind, or even that I attacked.  But I did not.  In fact - I have never met them, never had a conversation, I did not even know they existed until the moment they responded to a comment I made on Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**ooooo ahhhhhh Facebook**  It is true.  This all occurred on Facebook.  Amazing what one fantastic socializing tool can do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have learned from the past few days of puzzling, creating witty responses, and agonizing over what I could have possibly done to this person to deserve such responses - that in the end I just had to smile and hope that if I ever meet them - we can smile and be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come to the realization once again - that I am an emotional reactive person.   In college I learned ways to put some distance between me and my reactions - but every now and then I slip up.  Initially on the attack - I had so many awful things to reply - but I realized that it would profit me nothing.  So in the end - I just took a step back - and put some time and distance between me and the response.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are some techniques you use to avoid over-reacting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1682067357914336766?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1682067357914336766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1682067357914336766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1682067357914336766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1682067357914336766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-react-or-not-to-react-that-is.html' title='To react or not to react - that is the question'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4211101378918344274</id><published>2009-01-21T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:25:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Nefarious mean to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received an email today with this word in it. They used it to explain their intentions. While I know what it means - I decided to look it up just to see what the 'real' definition was vs. the 'amber' definition. These are my favorite I found. **&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bolded&lt;/span&gt; the words I liked - while keeping the definition.  Just in case you would like to source the information later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nefarious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;extremely wicked or &lt;strong&gt;villainous&lt;/strong&gt;; iniquitous: a nefarious plot.&lt;br /&gt;Origin: 1595–1605; &lt;&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-ious&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, with intervocalic s &gt; r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dictionary.com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UnabridgedBased&lt;/span&gt; on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;·far·i·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adj. &lt;strong&gt;Infamous by way of being extremely wicked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Latin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nefārius&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nefās&lt;/span&gt;, crime, transgression : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;-, not; see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;-European roots + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fās&lt;/span&gt;, divine law; see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dhē&lt;/span&gt;- in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;-European roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;far'i&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; adv., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;far'i&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;·&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;EditionCopyright&lt;/span&gt; © 2006 by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Houghton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mifflin&lt;/span&gt; Company.Published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Houghton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mifflin&lt;/span&gt; Company. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nefarious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1604, from L. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nefarius&lt;/span&gt; "wicked, &lt;strong&gt;abominable&lt;/strong&gt;," from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nefas&lt;/span&gt; "crime, wrong, impiety," from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;- "not" (see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/un"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-) + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fas&lt;/span&gt; "right, lawful, divinely spoken," related to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;fari&lt;/span&gt; "to speak" (see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/fame"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2001 Douglas Harper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nefarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt; extremely wicked; "nefarious schemes"; "a villainous plot"; "&lt;strong&gt;a villainous band of thieves&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;WordNet&lt;/span&gt;® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nefarious&lt;/strong&gt; Ne*fa"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;\, a. [L. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nefarius&lt;/span&gt;, fr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nefas&lt;/span&gt; crime, wrong; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; not + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;fas&lt;/span&gt; divine law; akin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fari&lt;/span&gt; to speak. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/No"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, adv., and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Fate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.] &lt;strong&gt;Wicked in the extreme&lt;/strong&gt;; abominable; iniquitous; atrociously villainous; execrable; detestably vile.&lt;br /&gt;Syn: Iniquitous; detestable; horrible; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;heinious&lt;/span&gt;; atrocious; infamous; impious. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Iniquitous"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iniquitous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Ne*fari*ous*ly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne*fa"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, adv. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Ne*fari*ous*ness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne*fa"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;MICRA&lt;/span&gt;, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I find it interesting that this person thinks that their plan is wicked to the extreme. It makes me smile just a little bit. Too bad I had a pretty nefarious scheme as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4211101378918344274?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4211101378918344274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4211101378918344274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4211101378918344274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4211101378918344274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-nefarious-mean-to-you.html' title='What does Nefarious mean to you?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5224281256482867438</id><published>2009-01-12T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:43:43.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I selfish?</title><content type='html'>I want blue-eyed - blonde haired babies someday.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not today though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that make me selfish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5224281256482867438?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5224281256482867438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5224281256482867438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5224281256482867438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5224281256482867438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-selfish.html' title='Am I selfish?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5313528470559553764</id><published>2009-01-06T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:36:57.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today - I feel awful.  I pray I'm not getting sick-- but I am afraid it is too late for that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are so good things that made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sugar Cookies at Subway*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I have been waiting all year -- and last year -- for these cookies to come to the Vegas market.   They are the best.  Do not believe me?  just walk/drive yourself to your nearest subway and take a taste.  yummy - sugar - deliciousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Ginger Ale*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the best soda pop made on the planet. Makes your stomach stop gurgling  End of story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Funny Customers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The perks of being at the same branch for an extended amount of time is that you really get to know your customers - and vice versa.  I love that my customers remember certain facts about me - or things I am going to do and ask about it on the return.  In return I love learning about the various lives and taking part in them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Freshly Washed Blankets*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I put some of the blankets in the laundry - and pulled them out of the dryer this morning.  I love the smell of freshly laundered stuff.  Smells sooo good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Carry-over text messages*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am notorious for falling asleep while texting - or talking - or emailing - or reading.  This morning I woke up to a nice text message from my friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Chatting with my Mom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom always seems to be full of wisdom for me.  Even if I do not want to hear it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Reading*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished &lt;em&gt;The People of Sparks&lt;/em&gt; - such a fantastic series thus far.  Today at lunch I started a sequel to Ender's Game.... just as good thus far! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5313528470559553764?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5313528470559553764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5313528470559553764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5313528470559553764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5313528470559553764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-160075113944957078</id><published>2008-12-31T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:41:49.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final 2008 count... I think :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final 2008 Wedding Update!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My wedding/engagement count for this year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6 roomies&lt;/span&gt; (Maps**, Lauren**, Steph, Cat, Mirella*, &lt;em&gt;Anne&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1 pseudo little sister&lt;/span&gt; (Bri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;7 Dancers&lt;/span&gt; (Jared &amp;amp; Emily, Alecia, Peter, Alan &amp;amp; Jessica, Shadow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 cousin&lt;/span&gt; (Jen &amp;amp; Braden**, &lt;em&gt;Jesse)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;11 friends engaged or will be&lt;/span&gt; (told on good authority...being themselves!) - Jeff (fhe bro), Hop &amp;amp; Pamela, Sara M, Suzanne W, Shawndra, Shawn R., &lt;em&gt;Brian B., Tracy, Rachel &amp;amp; Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 - random guy named Jeff whose reception I went to with my friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;45 friend already married - Heather, Sara, Lauren &amp;amp; Cody**, Sheldon &amp;amp; Shae, Christian &amp;amp; Amy, Natalie, Tracy, Nate &amp;amp; Kate, Holly M, Pat T., Laurie, Mike &amp;amp; Daisy, Jeremy, Justin J., Joseph &amp;amp; Jill, Karalee, Audrey, Beau, Kristy, Angela, Holly H., Katie, Trent, Brooke, Holly B. &amp;amp; John**, Andrew, Bill L., Maps &amp;amp; John, Rikki &amp;amp; Taylor**, &lt;em&gt;Mirella &amp;amp; Lane*, Mike, Jaron &amp;amp; Megan , Stephanie W, Eric K.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;73 People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know and love &amp;amp; 1 person I did not know before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Italics = updated!     * = receptions I am hopefully attending    ** = receptions I attended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me know if I missed anyone!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-160075113944957078?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/160075113944957078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=160075113944957078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/160075113944957078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/160075113944957078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-2008-count-i-think.html' title='final 2008 count... I think :)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2116539207064646754</id><published>2008-12-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:22:25.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT?!!?!?</title><content type='html'>IT IS SNOWING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vegas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Second time this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2116539207064646754?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2116539207064646754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2116539207064646754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2116539207064646754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2116539207064646754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT?!!?!?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8835071736774474526</id><published>2008-12-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:09:43.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love comes when manipulations stops; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you dare to reveal yourself fully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you dare to be vulnerable.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelandkaralee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K &amp;amp; M's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and this was the quote of the week. I realized that I was drawn to the word &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; in this quote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to come to the conclusion that anytime you start a new realtionship - whether that be friendship or romantic or even work related I suppose - you are &lt;em&gt;daring&lt;/em&gt; to take a chance. You are getting to know them - their likes, dislikes, quirkes, pet peves, hobbies, excitiment factors, loves. But not only that you are sharing a part of yourself. A part of who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that purhaps this is why we have so many different people who fulfil different roles in our lives. I know for me I have those I call when I am feeling blue, those who I call to go dancing, those I call to play games, those I call to do creative artsy things with. Purhpas that is why I have so many friends! So many people to fulfil the different facets that make me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very rarely though do I find someone who can share most every facet of my life. It seems like when I do - it really is a &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; for me. It is something that I am not sure if I really want to do - b/c it means letting them in all the way. But it is what I imagine true love to be like. To be so sweet and so rewarding that taking a &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; on someone is more than worth it. I have had a few experiences that were close to that - a few that I thought could be that - but I always seem to come up short. Purhaps it is the one thing that will distinguish the real from the fake. And purhaps it takes time to cultivate and develope that sort of relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it is a &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt;; it is a chance. A chance that seems would be more than worth it in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8835071736774474526?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8835071736774474526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8835071736774474526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8835071736774474526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8835071736774474526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-dare.html' title='Taking A Dare'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6789927161384841322</id><published>2008-12-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:51.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was searching for a variety in my music selection for my wonderful 'vacation day'. I decided to try Pandora for the first time. I pulled up &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora.com&lt;/a&gt; - and typed in one of my favorite bands - Rascal Flatts. Supposedly Pandora pulls up artists with similar styles - which is did flawlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I typed in a few of my other favorite songs &amp;amp; artists such as: Sugarland, Jack Johnson, "Happy Ending", Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think I am in a country mood). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My question now is - why does it keep pulling up 'breaking up' songs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it is smarter than I know --- although I was hoping for some happy songs today - not 'break-up' songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the World Turns....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what are some of your favorite happy songs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6789927161384841322?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6789927161384841322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6789927161384841322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6789927161384841322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6789927161384841322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/pandora.html' title='Pandora'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-437164725227115077</id><published>2008-12-04T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:17:57.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair choices....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need advise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate is getting married next weekend.   I am wearing this beautiful Burgundy color (pictures to follow) dress with these super cute silver shoes.  The question is ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do I do my Hair?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While this may seem a trivial thing - you are right - but that is besides the point!  I just can not decide... do I do it &lt;a href="http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-cariann.html"&gt;straight&lt;/a&gt;?  or &lt;a href="http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-help-d.html"&gt;wavy&lt;/a&gt;?  or do I take a curling iron to it?  half up? all down? sooo many options.  Ribbon? hair band? or no? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bluesmiley03/"&gt;Click here for many photos of me to compare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this is something I would rather spend my time thinking about.  It is just less complicated than some of the other events in my life.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what do you think?  ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-437164725227115077?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/437164725227115077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=437164725227115077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/437164725227115077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/437164725227115077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair-choices.html' title='hair choices....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8260816290209649566</id><published>2008-12-01T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:14:37.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;*tap tap tap*&lt;br /&gt;uh-hem -- is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh - good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Name is Amber -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am addicted to playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya have it folks - I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; it. I took the first step and I admitted that I am addicted to playing. I love hanging out with all my different friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now -- how do I fix it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8260816290209649566?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8260816290209649566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8260816290209649566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8260816290209649566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8260816290209649566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8973039588795646214</id><published>2008-11-27T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:29:53.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Cariann tagged me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Go to your pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Upload the 4th photo from the 4th folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Post (explain?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273418740212669410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SS7yZ4pDm-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/g0d-DH6kLeY/s400/Rob+%26+I+-+surprise!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken with Rob's cell phone - April conference weekend 2007 -- right before I graduated from BYU-I.  This was weekend #2 for Rob &amp;amp; I.  Truly this is a classic pose for me - some ridiculous face!  I think this is the first picture that captures Rob &amp;amp; I in it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny story - This was a very reckless weekend for me also.  I let my ride back to Rexburg leave me in Provo - before I had an alternative ride.  All soo I could hang out with the cute boy in the background.   It was worth it.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rob: I like your hair in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tag: Britt, Lindsay, Rob, Jen, Cynthia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8973039588795646214?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8973039588795646214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8973039588795646214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8973039588795646214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8973039588795646214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-tagged.html' title='Photo Tagged'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SS7yZ4pDm-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/g0d-DH6kLeY/s72-c/Rob+%26+I+-+surprise!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6895773302695780203</id><published>2008-11-27T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:10:02.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>After seeing Twilight for the second time -- I have decided I would like to be a Denali sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So -- this is my new goal.  Does anyone have any idea how one gets an audition for such a fantastic role.  I really think I would make a good Tanya........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6895773302695780203?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6895773302695780203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6895773302695780203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6895773302695780203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6895773302695780203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7493284963174666357</id><published>2008-11-26T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:16:30.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I wish I had written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was talking to my mom last night about how I wish I could write a book like Twilight - or some of the other fantastic books I have read thus far in my life. My friend &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-me.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Janssen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; writes for the &lt;a href="http://readcd.ala.org/blog/?p=25"&gt;ALA Blog&lt;/a&gt; - and after reading her post - I started to list them in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are a few I wish I had written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Genius -- Stephanie Characters that everyone can relate to --- whether you are teenager or have a little more experience with life. I loved that she created a story line that I could not really predict (for the most part). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ender's&lt;/span&gt; Game&lt;/strong&gt; - and the Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Orson Scott Card created some amazing characters - I especially love the Shadow of the Giant and subsequent books on that side of the series. (oh... a new one just came out... it is sitting on the shelf waiting to be read!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon Riders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - and the Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*if you like Science-Fiction/Fantasy -- these are pretty good. Set on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pern&lt;/span&gt; - a world far far away - with people from Earth. Very interesting to see how such an initially advanced people digress back into dragons and mid evil Europe type existence. There are TON of books - if you like series - I would recommend this one - it will keep you entertained for at least a month... or three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt; Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; I am sensing a pattern here - I think I like dragons - and stories about normal people becoming extra-ordinary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Leven&lt;/span&gt; Thumps Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* yes... yes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Westing Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* I just really like this book - it is a mystery. There is a group of heirs trying to figure out who is the true heir. quick read - my favorite since middle school. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goose Girl - Shannon Hale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* I loved this book --- I wish I had the genius to rewrite a tale so captivating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; -- other &lt;strong&gt;excellent&lt;/strong&gt; books I have read this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Enna&lt;/span&gt; Burning &amp;amp; River Secrets&lt;/em&gt; - Shannon Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Book of A Thousand Nights&lt;/em&gt; - Shannon Hale -- incredible read!! - she is a genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I'd tell you I love you but then I'd have to kill you&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; it's sequel -- don't know who it was by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Screwtape&lt;/span&gt; letters&lt;/em&gt; - CS Lewis --- very difficult read for me... but a good book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;City of Sparks&lt;/em&gt; - maybe if I had written this one.... I would be a millionaire too -- there is a movie! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7493284963174666357?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7493284963174666357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7493284963174666357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7493284963174666357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7493284963174666357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/books-i-wish-i-had-written.html' title='Books I wish I had written'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4192088964113911177</id><published>2008-11-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:43:03.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Much Anticipated Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***There is no Spoiler information here... just my little opinion! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I went to the 12:10 showing of &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;. And to be honest I was excited -but not super excited to see the movie. From the trailers I was not too excited about the actors - I wasn't sure how they could do all the crazy effects - and to be honest how could anyone possibly do Edward justice?!? I also have a pretty active imagination and think that it is always better than the movie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My two cents:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that if you have not read the book -- &lt;strong&gt;DO SO&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going to see the movie. The character development in the movie could be a little better. I am curious to hear the opinion of someone who has not read the book - and if they could follow the story line. While developing the characters would probably add about half-hour on to the movie, I think it would be beneficial for those people who would rather "just go see the movie". It would help to understand the interactions between the characters in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are a die-hard Twilight fan -- well -- this movie will never live up to your standards -- let's be honest though! How could it possibly? The books were soo well written. Stephanie Myers is a genius! Going to this movie reminds me of when the first Harry Potter movie came out. I was disappointed b/c it wasn't everything I had imagined! But after some thought I came to the conclusion - it was a good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here are just a few reasons why Twilight is a good movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sound track -- is fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Actors -- did a pretty good job -- mmm Jacob... cute -- Jasper -- ;) Roselie is beautiful - Alice is fantastic --- Jessica - well portrayed. just to name a few!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Effects - not too bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Background Scenery - beautiful -- I have to go to Washington!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think they would hire me to play one of the Denali sisters? ;) I think I could do a great job!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS I'm still going to go with my  mom &amp;amp; sisters next weekend.... soo it must be good! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4192088964113911177?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4192088964113911177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4192088964113911177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4192088964113911177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4192088964113911177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/much-anticipated-movie.html' title='The Much Anticipated Movie'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4299000855896516037</id><published>2008-11-17T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:46:42.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to cariann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269797851529699954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIVObKLYnI/AAAAAAAAALY/I-IL_yKhBEU/s200/Engagment+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Note: I started this back in on Sept.24 which is about a week after she had her baby... I wish I could put up some of the first pictures of us... but that was back before digital cameras were not super expensive.... ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends Cariann just had her first baby - a boy named Devon. So in honor of her -- here are just a few reasons why she is going to be/is an amazing mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann and I unofficially met in Horse Back discovery my 1st block of summer semester at BYU-I. She was in 'the other' riding class - so I did not really get to know her. But being the loud person I am - she knew who I was! First day of Second Block I went to Econ and found a seat &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIVkBI2SHI/AAAAAAAAALg/MHiqbCXQU5g/s1600-h/SandDunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269798222501922930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIVkBI2SHI/AAAAAAAAALg/MHiqbCXQU5g/s200/SandDunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;near the back. It was at the end of the day and to be honest I was just hoping I could sit in the back unnoticed, because I was pretty sure I did not know anyone in the class. Then this girl walked in the room - and looked at her trying to figure out why she looked familiar to me. She saw me - and came right over to see if she could sit in the seat next to me. She wasn't shy or afraid it seemed. We were basically instantly friends - she came over to my apt to do homework/hang-out... and well folks we've been bff since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann is self-less. Our Junior year we lived together she was my angel. I think they were the busiest semesters I had experienced thus far. She always made sure I had something to eat... even if it was just a Grilled Cheese &amp;amp; shake from Millhollow - she would sneak it up to me in the math lab... angel... I might have died w/o her! She never once forgot about me -- anytime they did anything and I wasn't home -- she would let me know. I know that there were so many times she wanted to strangle me... but she didn't! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIbridTu6I/AAAAAAAAALw/Cbp4YQzI-zs/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269804948774960034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIbridTu6I/AAAAAAAAALw/Cbp4YQzI-zs/s200/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann is very organized and clean. She was always cleaning and organizing things. Sometimes she would even organize my piles... ;) She always was doing her best to keep things clean and neat. She taught me, by example, that there is a brighter and happier spirit in a clean and neat home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariann is an amazing listener. I do not know how many nights I talked her to sleep with my 'issues'. We have gone on many walks -- exchanged hundreds of emails - and she always listens to my ridiculousness! She hardly ever interrupts - only when she knows I just need to stop talking. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann loves unconditionally. I know this first hand. While being roommates I was pretty stressed at times. Any time we got upset at each other- she would find some way to apologize or make it better.  I loved getting little notes from her!  She has loved me at my worst, been the one to just play with my hair, make popcorn, watch sappy movies and tell me it will all be okay - when it seemed like nothing was ever going right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIW7wqkGzI/AAAAAAAAALo/LlPb1wNYEiM/s1600-h/fourth+of+July+-+FHE+Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269799729908423474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIW7wqkGzI/AAAAAAAAALo/LlPb1wNYEiM/s200/fourth+of+July+-+FHE+Fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cariann is brave. If you want to know more -- just ask her how her and Jeff got together! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann loves the outdoors. Lucky Devan - she will teach him all about it! biking, hiking, snow camping... you name it ;) We even took skiing together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann enjoys learning. It seems she is always reading, or learning about something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann is attentive. She notices everything --- I swear -- she has eyes in the back of her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann gives amazing advice. For some reason her advise is usually spot-on. maybe it is just because she knows me so well --- but if she has something to say - it is usually wise to listen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariann loves kids. For this reason alone will she make an amazing mom. She is fantastic with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSITkv2rYgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XyfmxeDpDJE/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269796036018921986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSITkv2rYgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XyfmxeDpDJE/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann has an incredible testimony.  Her love for the gospel and it's princples defines her character.  She is always so diligent at her callings - doing everything she can to fulfil them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann is also a great cook! I can not tell you how many amazing dishes she makes. and those cookies....... yuuummmmm &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to DIE for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cariann is dependable. If she says she is going to do something -- she will do it. Not only does she complete the task, or arrive at the event, but she is early - and creates a product that is even better than you anticipated! She is always going above and beyond the call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell - Cariann is incredible!  I wouldn't have relinquished my claim on her to anyone less than Jeff!  So congrats!!  I love ya! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4299000855896516037?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4299000855896516037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4299000855896516037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4299000855896516037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4299000855896516037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-cariann.html' title='ode to cariann'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIVObKLYnI/AAAAAAAAALY/I-IL_yKhBEU/s72-c/Engagment+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4072708906173555671</id><published>2008-11-17T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:25:27.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Kim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*So I started this a few weeks ago.... Oct. 31st was Kim's b-day... I'm just a few weeks late! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIDdJCBrrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSVcrKYG7zU/s1600-h/IMG_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269778313152409266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIDdJCBrrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSVcrKYG7zU/s200/IMG_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is my sister &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kim's&lt;/span&gt; 21st Birthday --- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; in here honor here are &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; things about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kim is probably one of the best listeners I know. She had the amazing capability to make you feel like you are the only one in the room. If you need someone to listen - ask Kim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIDu46Yn9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/f-mva91Hzxk/s1600-h/kev+%26+kim+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269778618063036370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIDu46Yn9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/f-mva91Hzxk/s200/kev+%26+kim+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kim is a beautiful dancer. Dancing is something we have in common - but she enjoys 'modern/ballet/lyrical/jazz' much more than me. She is always dancing - I'm not sure if she knows how to 'stand still'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kim is Loyal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Kim is very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Kim is an amazing artist. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; - or maybe my birthday one year she painted me a picture of two ballroom dancers - I love it! She def. has talent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Kim LOVES music. It seems like she is always looking for new artists and songs. While she and I may not agree on the 'best music' -- I usually come to love her song choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIHeaQbbVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hjP3MMBrcd0/s1600-h/I+wish+you+would.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269782733002599762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIHeaQbbVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hjP3MMBrcd0/s200/I+wish+you+would.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7. Kim is dependable. If you ask her to do something, or be somewhere, she will be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kim is honest. If that outfit does not match -- do not worry! She will let you know! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Kim is very focused. Anything she puts her mind to do - she has accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Kim is the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;natzi&lt;/span&gt;'. She loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language. She has a hard time whenever she sees a mistake not correcting it. This is esp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beneficial&lt;/span&gt; for Kevin - since he can now call upon her to edit his papers! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Kim is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt; expert! or addict -- take your pick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I go to visit her - I think we take a million pictures with that fantastic little camera on her computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269784344137466162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSII8MM6gTI/AAAAAAAAALA/kjU3ns34YEA/s200/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She loves to read - the Golden Compass/His dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;materials&lt;/span&gt; is some of her favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. She does not really love board games --- but she is a trooper! every holiday it seems my dad wants to play - and she will play - usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conquering&lt;/span&gt; the board! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Kim has an incredible ear - she can play by ear on the piano. When we were younger my mom had to put us in different piano books b/c she would listen to me practice and then come and play what I had been struggling to play! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; jealous of this talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIKSVbw5NI/AAAAAAAAALI/r5OsKNCNApk/s1600-h/Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269785824084419794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIKSVbw5NI/AAAAAAAAALI/r5OsKNCNApk/s200/Kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;15. Kim is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ungirliest&lt;/span&gt; girlie girls I know! I swear she can look beautiful in a plain tee-shirt and jeans - with out even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. French is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kim's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; second language. If given the chance - she would be in Europe in a heart beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Kim really loves anything international. International &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cinema&lt;/span&gt;, Asian culture, United Nations, movies, books, clothing... you name it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Kim is a health nut. I recall a trip to the grocery store - where we stood in the same isle for 10 minutes so she could read the labels of everything saying things like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; - that has high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fructose&lt;/span&gt; corn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;syrup&lt;/span&gt; in it too!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Kim is an awesome cook. Unlike me - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; got the create-without-a-recipe gene. She is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Kim is very good at budgeting. I remember when we were younger she always had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; money in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;... just waiting for the perfect purchase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Kim is one of my best friends. Amazing to think that we ever didn't get along so fabulously. Luckily I went away to college --- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; then we could be friends! now she is one of the first few people I think to call when I need to chat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269783192452105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIH5J1ug_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_Sw4VgiJ494/s200/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4072708906173555671?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4072708906173555671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4072708906173555671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4072708906173555671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4072708906173555671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-kim.html' title='Ode to Kim'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SSIDdJCBrrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSVcrKYG7zU/s72-c/IMG_0312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8530402816907614805</id><published>2008-11-13T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:32:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>I have been&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; --- okay -- not really just not motivated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have quite a few posts half finished (vs. half started... take your pick). I will be finishing those and posting them soon - for your reading pleasure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for those of you who actually read this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;other news --- I know you have been awaiting with baited breath for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wedding Update!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wedding/engagement count for this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5 roomies&lt;/span&gt; (Maps**, Lauren**, Steph, Cat, &lt;em&gt;Mirella*&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1 pseudo little sister&lt;/span&gt; (Bri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7 Dancers&lt;/span&gt; (Jared &amp;amp; Emily, Alecia, Peter, Alan &amp;amp; Jessica, Shadow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 cousin&lt;/span&gt; (Jen &amp;amp; Braden**)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;13 friends engaged or will be&lt;/span&gt; (told on good authority...being themselves!) - Jeff (fhe bro), &lt;em&gt;Mirella &amp;amp; Lane*&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mike&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jaron &amp;amp; Megan ,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hop &amp;amp; Pamela, Sara M, Stephanie W, Suzanne W, Shawndra, Shawn R., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1 - random guy&lt;/span&gt; named Jeff whose reception I went to with my friend ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;37 friend already married&lt;/span&gt; - Heather, Sara, Lauren &amp;amp; Cody**, Sheldon &amp;amp; Shae, Christian &amp;amp; Amy, Natalie, Tracy, Nate &amp;amp; Kate, Holly M, Pat T., Laurie, Mike &amp;amp; Daisy, Jeremy, Justin J., Joseph &amp;amp; Jill, Karalee, Audrey, Beau, Kristy, Angela, Holly H., Katie, Trent, Brooke, Holly B. &amp;amp; John**, Andrew, Bill L., Maps &amp;amp; John, &lt;em&gt;Rikki &amp;amp; Taylor**&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TOTAL = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; People I know and love &amp;amp; 1 person I did not know before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Italics = updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* = receptions I am hopefully attending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** = receptions I attended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; note:&lt;/strong&gt; of all my 'group of friends' my last semester at college.... there are 3 of us not engaged/married now... hopefully soon to be 2 of us... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hint Hint Bryan&lt;/span&gt;....incredible... there MUST be something in the water up there! and to think I moved back to vegas... just in time... or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Addition&lt;/strong&gt;: I am excited! I get to go to my FIFTH reception this year -- and wear a cute burgandy dress... will post pictures when I get the dress finished.... b/c Mirella &amp;amp; Lane are getting married! I am excited -- a new dress &amp;amp; a trip to Cali! Joy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also:&lt;/strong&gt; H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opefully I will be going to the happiest place on earth for new years&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; or the day after&lt;/span&gt;... or atleast that is &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;plan. I hope it works out... I wanna ride the TEA CUPS!!! ;0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8530402816907614805?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8530402816907614805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8530402816907614805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8530402816907614805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8530402816907614805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2734402572176187886</id><published>2008-10-24T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:26:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Janssen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; posted an entry today about her college experience and how she ended up in the major she graduated in. She then asked this question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What was your major and would you do it differently if you could go back? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or if you don't have a degree, what would you pick?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As many know I graduated with my bachelors in Business Management - with my emphasis in Finance &amp;amp; Human Resource. I always pride myself that I did not change my major at all while at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho. However I suppose I never mention that I changed it before I got up to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my life I have grown up around the 'entertainment industry' -- meaning my dad worked as a Technician for the Virginia Tech Music Dept for most of my childhood. and then as a light &amp;amp; sound tech at various hotels on the strip. I grew up around music, theatre, and dance. It was what I wanted to do for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; long. I started playing the piano when I was in 1st grade &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which does not make me good...b/c i hated practicing...like any 8 yr old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I was in band all throughout high school - I can remember singing with the choir at church from a very early age. I have danced since I was three. So when we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; - I was in band my freshman year, tried some theatre my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year and stuck with choir for my junior and senior year. Of course when it came time to fill out college applications, in the little desired major box, I wrote Music Education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was excited! I have always admired my music teachers. My first being my mom --- so it seemed like the logical thing to do. I was working at a bank for my 'real job' -- but all my 'fun times' included music of some sort. Why not? I took music theory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt; my senior year and loved every minute. I loved figuring out cords and triads. It was like a puzzle to me. I even applied for a scholarship with the music dept at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well my parent's were not too excited. I think they knew it was something I might end up hating if I tried to make it my life. When I got accepted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I for the winter/summer track - I thought - fantastic! I am going to take classes at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt; before I go... get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reqs&lt;/span&gt; out of the way. P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;erhaps&lt;/span&gt; if I liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt; I would just stay. My parent's convinced me to minor in Business -- so I took intro to business that fall semester along with geology, an intro to dance class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the fall semester progressed -- I realized I loved my business class - however, did not enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; surrounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UNLV&lt;/span&gt;. I could not wait to get out of town. I realized how much I liked my job and just put it on the back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;burner&lt;/span&gt; to think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started to make my schedule for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I... and suddenly realized -- if I majored in music it would take me &lt;em&gt;for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;-er&lt;/em&gt; to graduate. I would have to take so many one and zero classes -- making my schedule &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; every semester. Did I really enjoy singing and theory that much? I really started to evaluate my 'declared major' -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One morning I woke-up and promptly decided that music was not for me. While I loved it -- I did not want to kill myself for it. I called up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho and told the nice gentleman on the other side of the phone I would like to change my major - and was there any possible way to do that. Once he discovered I had not even started up there yet - it was as easy as clicking a button. And Folks --- I haven't looked back since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved my major --- I love business - I loved learning about the various elements. I also loved my college experience more because I think I was able to diversify my classes a little more. I had more opportunity to take different classes of my interest - like 2 piano classes, a dance class a semester, horseback discovery &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my biology credit on horse back!)&lt;/span&gt; , photography and I even got to create my own emphasis for the HR one -- all b/c of my core junior bus. classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I choose to major in business - I was also able to be more involved in organizations on campus. I had the opportunity to serve more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was not consumed with little classes. I also was a major participant in my music and dance classes - I was a TA for both at one point or another. For my job all four years I tutored math on campus - teaching all along the way. So I still had many opportunities to teach - just not the subject I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have had many opportunities post graduation as a direct result of my activities during college. I worked as a program assistant for Youth programs at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I last summer - doing marketing! I worked for Wells Fargo -- and now For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;WAMU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now part of Chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I am working to get experience in the industry - so I can then go and be a recruiter and/or trainer! living the dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But never fear -- my music dreams have not been squashed -- I am a faithful singer in the choir at church &amp;amp; institute &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I am in town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I play piano and will be singing with Alyson in church in a few weeks! I figure I can continue to use my musical talent in other ways -- to benefit my family, friends and others around me -- and not have to kill myself for it. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2734402572176187886?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2734402572176187886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2734402572176187886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2734402572176187886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2734402572176187886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know....?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5058933568657181101</id><published>2008-10-22T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:15:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Find</title><content type='html'>My friend posted this website where people put interesting notes they find on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked &lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/"&gt;today's find &lt;/a&gt;. The first message I saw was "Don't think too much -just play." I think that was written just for me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5058933568657181101?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5058933568657181101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5058933568657181101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5058933568657181101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5058933568657181101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-find.html' title='Today&apos;s Find'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3524120794342809737</id><published>2008-10-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:46:33.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I haven't really ever done one of these -- but got tagged - and figured it would be fun to pass on too!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school?&lt;/strong&gt; What 'dates' I went on -- yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't drive during high school -- but I rode in lots of cute little cars.  Tyler's truck/April's gold-then silver Saturn/George's various family cars/my parent's van or little car... and soo many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was the most embarrassing moment of HS?&lt;/strong&gt; hmmmm -- embarrassing moments --- I can not really think of anything.  I was just plain awkward to be honest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Were you a party animal?&lt;/strong&gt; hmm - social activities, church dances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;/strong&gt; I do not think so - akward remember - although I was in love with George &amp;amp; Tyler most of my HS career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?&lt;/strong&gt; ahhh yeah! I played Clarinet my freshman year... but I hated marching... sooo Sophomore year I tried Theatre --- and Junior &amp;amp; Senior year I sang in choir.  I was soprano section leader my senior year.  ooo -- and I pretended to be able to play the piano... but mostly I just played parts during practice.  oh yeah -- and I was in Madrigals my senior year also! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  ps... I do not think that people who choose to increase their talents are dorks..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cough cough Britt...j/k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Were you a nerd?&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm -- depends on what 'nerd' constitutes.  I was in all honors and advanced placement classes -- I graduated high honors -- but I didn't really go out of my way to study or anything.  I just liked school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams?&lt;/strong&gt; nope nope nope --- I danced my entire life... soo sports were out for me.  Although if I could have picked a sport - I probably would have wanted to do Soccer... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Did you ever get suspended/expelled?&lt;/strong&gt; No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song?&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm - I was taking money to my sister last night and heard the fight song -- and started humming along.  I think I played it a million times my freshman year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers?&lt;/strong&gt; Loya &amp;amp; Pope - my junior and senior English teachers. My music theory AP teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes-- I was a declared music major at UNLV... music ed... then I changed my mind....and went to BYU-Idaho... Business Finance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;/strong&gt; in the court yard in front of the cafeteria -- freshman year by my English class on the stairs. Sophomore year - either at the table closer to the offices or with George and his friends.  Junior &amp;amp; Senior year at 'Our table' in the middle of the court yard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. School mascot?&lt;/strong&gt; SKY - HAWKS! whoot whoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Did you go to homecoming, and with who?&lt;/strong&gt; Only went my Senior year --with Miles Orton (who looked super nice...) it was the craziest date I have ever been on... meaning nothing worked out for him!  Poor Kid.  We decided to go two days before - I hated my dress...that shiny forest green lacy thing... - my dad asked him what his intentions were (we were -- friends -- that's it) - he didn't really want to dance - the place we went to dinner -- well we couldn't find it! I do not even remember what we ended up eating that night.  annnd -- yeah.. that's all I remember.  but being with Miles was fun - just sad that everything went wrong. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I like my independence and not being pressured to be someone other than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;/strong&gt; My name is Amber Allen - so that means I sat on the front row - in the first seat - on the corner.  We had a million more guys than girls - so most of the guys had to march twice.  I remember the speakers talking - but I have no recollection what they spoke about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Where did you go on senior skip day?&lt;/strong&gt; So I was really excited about Senior Skip day -- waiting all my years till I could actually skip a day -- and not feel guilty.  Well my mom told me that if I skipped she would find some way to call the truant officer and have me spend a night in Jail.  true story  So --- I didn't ditch b/c knowing my mom - she would find some way.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Were you in any clubs?&lt;/strong&gt; Swing Dance Club, A 'new to the school' helpers club, hmmm there was something else b/c I got a cord for it... can't remember though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you gained some weight since then?&lt;/strong&gt; gained and lost -- now I'm back down-maybe even less -- but I look a million times different... I grew'd up!  no glasses, braces, I wear a little make-up, actually do my hair -- care what I am wearing.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Who was your prom date?&lt;/strong&gt; I only went to my Junior Prom -- with Tyler Smith --- it was perfect for my 16-yr old life.  I loved my dress - dinner was soo fun -- I loved dancing - I was treated like a princess the whole evening,  although the week leading up to it - we almost didn't go!  He kissed someone else... drama, drama, drama is my dating life -- even at 16! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?&lt;/strong&gt; 5 more years -- heck why not!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What cliques were you in?&lt;/strong&gt; I was really a social butterfly (still am) - I hung out with lots of different 'cliques' - because I made friends with all types of people over the four years.  I guess we could group them into a few categories: Band, LDS, Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tag - Lindsay, Hop, Kim, Cynthia, Pamela - and anyone who would like to do this... ;)  kinda interesting looking back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3524120794342809737?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3524120794342809737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3524120794342809737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3524120794342809737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3524120794342809737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-tag.html' title='High School Tag'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3583073823151749467</id><published>2008-10-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:51:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantalizing Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are so many good adjectives.  Usually I just stick with the usual - Terrific, Fabulous, Tubular, Marvelous, Manic, Wonderful... etc.   Today I wanted to find a '&lt;em&gt;new' &lt;/em&gt;word.  So my Co-worker and I set out to find a new Thursday adjective.  We brainstormed, we used the thesaurus, and yes -- googled it.  Among the list there was 'tantalizing' --- I smiled and knew that was my word for the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have any positive "T" adjectives or other fun describing words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few reasons why at just noon this Thursday morning -- Tantalizing - is the word to describe my day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My alarm went off at 6:20 so I could go running this morning.  I hit the snooze for 1/2 hr.  No running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I was going to do my hair curly -- decided too much work and put it up in half-ponytail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Got to work - decided I wasn't going to make it through the day - bought a Vanilla Bean w/Carmel Blended Creme from Starbucks... mmmmmmm sooo goood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Yesterday I got pizza for lunch instead of eating the lunch I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; brought from home.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     today --- I was going to eat the lunch from yesterday -- we decided to order Cafe Rio... Pork Quesadella here I come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3583073823151749467?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3583073823151749467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3583073823151749467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3583073823151749467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3583073823151749467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/10/tantalizing-thursday.html' title='Tantalizing Thursday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5518514801626302429</id><published>2008-09-30T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:17:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls before breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was at my sister's the weekend and on her apt whiteboard is a guy's blog address. I was curious - and he seemed pretty nice from observation - So I thought why not - I'll check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In one of his postings he put this article: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pearls before breakfast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. It was very thought provoking - and made me wondering if purhaps I miss this music sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a moment to read it - if you want. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5518514801626302429?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5518514801626302429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5518514801626302429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5518514801626302429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5518514801626302429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/pearls-before-breakfast.html' title='Pearls before breakfast'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1959208528092512859</id><published>2008-09-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:02:58.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five more minutes....</title><content type='html'>I am so excited --- which is probably why the past 5 minutes have seemed like 5 years!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hang out &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a date&lt;/span&gt; with my fantastic friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scott&lt;/span&gt; - and a whole group of people I do not know -- I should be nervous right??  NOPE  -- I am just plain excited...  this is a change.  A change for the better - I hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1959208528092512859?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1959208528092512859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1959208528092512859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1959208528092512859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1959208528092512859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-more-minutes.html' title='Five more minutes....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3298756504998514035</id><published>2008-09-23T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:23:19.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She smiled</title><content type='html'>As she walked across the speckled side walks she noticed the sun rays lazily flowing down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intertwining&lt;/span&gt; with her hair.  As she looked around she noticed the new yellow paint on the railing, the slight breeze rolling across the tall palm trees.  She heard the chatter of the girls across the street - and just had to laugh at the cat calls from the car passing by.   She took a deep breath of the warm air and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is one of those days" - she thought - "one of those days when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and you remember for no particular reason why it is life is good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3298756504998514035?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3298756504998514035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3298756504998514035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3298756504998514035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3298756504998514035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-smiled.html' title='She smiled'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7906945028206829825</id><published>2008-09-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:48:30.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that made me smile this week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week has been one of the craziest weeks at work.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks media!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I have the best cold ever!  So instead of complaining about how much I no longer want to talk about the financial world -- or about how my throat and nose STILL hurt --- I will list a few events that gave me cause to smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you want elaboration on any one in particular - just comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Racking up minutes on my phone -- free minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Being a fly on the wall in a guys apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... rockband, date plans, cake inhaling, jokes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Expensive Dinner with a group of your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*3 missed phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The "Oh Crap" Handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sarcastic comments after dumb comments from customers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No - I do not get paid to tell customers that WAMU is not closing it's doors anytime soon..... yes someone asked me if they pay me to say that.... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sliding on the slippery floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Watching and Refreshing dance moves with one of my best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Mono-tone Computer voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Tylenol Cold - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Day medicine has save my life this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Orange Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Star finally greeting me at midnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she's been sick... :( poor puppy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*FHE Soccer - with 'da boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Chatting with Kim -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love my sister I love my sister!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Late night chats -- &amp;amp; Gold stars!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*3rd Nephi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thin Blueberry pancakes &amp;amp; bacon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Finding the Job you have been looking for - and applying for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no promises on anything... i just like applying for jobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sept Las Vegas Evening - light breeze - 70 degrees - sooo nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Taking a Walk while chatting with one of my favorite people on a Sept. LV evening ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7906945028206829825?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7906945028206829825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7906945028206829825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7906945028206829825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7906945028206829825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-made-me-smile-this-week.html' title='Things that made me smile this week...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7382256057973756009</id><published>2008-09-11T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:20:10.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when I get married.....then I will....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday my mom and I had an interesting discussion about my social life -- and my lack of domestic skills - or at least the lack of their appearance in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose I sub-consciously decided that when I get married I will start to cook on a consistent basis. Currently I have really no reason to cook on a regular basis.  On my days off during the week - I try to help and make some mean cuisine - but since those weekdays are not only a few times a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really does not happen that often.  So I suppose you can see why my mom would be concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt the need to reassure her that when I do not live at home, when I get off earlier, and even when I am visiting friends --- I enjoy making meals.  At college in quite a few apts. I was the Sunday Dinner instigator as well as make some sort of food most nights.  I will admit my last year of college I may not have been quite as ambitious -- only eating pasta, sandwiches or whatever I could throw together quickly.  But that does not limit my recipe following skills.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that I do not share this portion of myself with others because we are content to go out to a restaurant and eat yummy food from there -- heck I live in Vegas! there are soo many options! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so --- never fear mom -- I do know how to cook --- and someday --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when I get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be a little more adventurous and consistent in my food preparations skills... until then -- White Chocolate Grill -- here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7382256057973756009?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7382256057973756009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7382256057973756009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7382256057973756009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7382256057973756009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-get-marriedthen-i-will.html' title='when I get married.....then I will....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4704596262451118922</id><published>2008-09-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:08:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have been periodically updating on various thoughts - but I have not really taken the time to post about the fun - and crazy things I have been doing! So here goes my summer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thus far... because summer is not over yet... I live in Vegas!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a nut shell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bradenandjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen &amp;amp; Braden's &lt;/a&gt;Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdgla-FUHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/COx5SSrCz2s/s1600-h/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244266487107375218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdgla-FUHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/COx5SSrCz2s/s200/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember a year ago when Jen got home from her mission when I came to visit for a few days and I first meeting Braden "the collar popper". He came over to watch a movie with Jen &amp;amp; I -- and I actually thought he was a purty cool guy - spoke Tagalog, was into film, didn't seem weird around me the first time we met. It was pretty much history from there -- since they have been married for about 2 months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdhSlrP3XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pJpBw28CMG8/s1600-h/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244267263075278194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdhSlrP3XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pJpBw28CMG8/s200/IMG_0305.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their wedding was fantastic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as pictured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jen looked stunning - like a model. I think she looked like Snow White! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bradenandjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-day.html"&gt;click here to see her blog w/pictures&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To me the day seemed pretty flaw-less. The weather was fantastic - beautiful, sunny, clouds - but the white fluffy kind. We had pretty close to the whole family there - The reception was so well planned and taken care of. I even enjoyed helping out with the table decorations putting her pictures up on the tables. It was just fun to be around everyone - making her day special - because we love her!!! (and Braden.. hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth of July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdYcHC2VxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4Co47OAlTls/s1600-h/4th+of+July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244257531046811410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdYcHC2VxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4Co47OAlTls/s200/4th+of+July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This day was fantastic! I went and hung out at Dianna's in the afternoon at her family's fantastic party - and then with a group went to The District to watch Transformers on the grass. I love hanging out with my friends sitting on the grass - just playing and hanging out! My parents even ended up coming and staying the whole time! afterwards a few of us went and played scrabble at my house - and I was surprised by how much fun I had. So for the record - Scrabble is fun-tastic! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maps (aka Pamela) &amp;amp; John's Wedding&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;w/a little side note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so excited for this wedding! Almost as excited as for Jen's. Not only did I get to see my family -- but all my roommates from college. Oh how I love those girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I flew into SLC on Sunday morning - went to church and spent the day with my family. My Aunt asked me to go pick up my brother &amp;amp; sister from Provo using her car (well my cousin's - but he was at boot camp...). Well on my trip back - I dropped them both back off at home - and was taking a detour to go see my cousin's new apt. I was making a left hand turn - using my blinker - on the green arrow - w/my seat belt on - going under the speed limit. I was shaking - as I pulled over trying to figure out what the heck I did wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can imagine I was a little baffled as the officer walked up to my window and said: "May I see your license and registration please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I handed the nice police officer the registration &amp;amp; my license, I looked at him and asked "Did I do something wrong". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He looked at me baffled probably thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This girl is oblivious...how can she ask me that -- of course she did something wrong - otherwise, I would not be pulling her over!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He replied: "Your plates..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "My plates? What is wrong with them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: "They expired"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: WHAT?!?! SERIOUSLY?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: "yeah - back in April"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? hmmm -- okay -- well this isn't my car... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point - I'm just amazed, shaking like a crazy person - the officer of course wants to now know my life story - and isn't being very kind about it. He takes my info - goes back to his car - I call my aunt - she is just in awe --- she had no idea! :) and then the officer comes back. Luckily my story checks out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like it wouldn't...ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and I get off with a warning- being told to go straight back to my aunts (an hour away) and let her know. So my first time ever being pulled over - and I didn't do anything wrong! ;) *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End side note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning I got up and took a different car to Maps &amp;amp; Anne's house. I then proceeded t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdnfi9QpnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PjVqqRAZDjU/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274082753586802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdnfi9QpnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PjVqqRAZDjU/s200/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o have the best time with Maps &amp;amp; Ashley &amp;amp; Anne &amp;amp; everyone else! I love hanging out with my roommates - those girls are so fantastic! Maps asked Ash and I if we wanted to run errands with her - which of course we did! So we made a trip to wal-mart for pictures and pre-natal pills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;("You dropped the pills!! If my kids are stupid -- I'm blaming you!!" "WHAT? but if they are smart... it's my fault too then!" "no-- they are going to have my genes!!" "hmmm--- o-k-ay...") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we went to get our nails done - Maps had her nails and toes done - while Ashley &amp;amp; I just our toes.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am never. ever. doing my own toes again... I am converted to the pedicure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We also had lunch at this fantastic little place - I can't remember what it is called -but if you are in Centerville/Bountiful - you must go there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the evening Ashley, Stacey, Heather, Sharon &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think.. sorry..they are twins I can't tell apart yet!)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I took turns eating and watching Maps &amp;amp; Anne's nieces &amp;amp; nephews while they went to the Family Dinner. Can I just say precious! The girls were so cute! At first they would only go to Stacy -- and then I won their trust and they would only go to me. As the evening wore on the girls became friends with everyone so they would hang out &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdit8AIy7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/zobYWuaV_w0/s1600-h/IMG_1482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244268832436571058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdit8AIy7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/zobYWuaV_w0/s200/IMG_1482.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with all of us. The boys were so much fun also. We just played outside for a few hours - and then right everyone got back we put on a movie... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the family dinner - it was GIRLS TIME!! No Boys allowed! So we kicked out John and the 10+ of us and we di&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdh8TVrY8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/urzLfKUKDLU/s1600-h/roommies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244267979707474882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdh8TVrY8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/urzLfKUKDLU/s200/roommies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d girlie things. We went on a picture/video scavenger hunt to do some crazy things for Map's last night. ie. Picture in the dumpster, speaking to someone in a foreign language, running through the sprinklers, picking your nose in public, talk in a foreign language asking for direction, being a part of the hug patrol, doing silly walks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;idea came from the funniest u-tube videos! thanks Stacey&lt;/span&gt; -- just silly fun things. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I brought the wrong memory card - so someone else has most of those fantastic pictures....still waiting to see them... ;(&lt;/span&gt; Then we came back to her house and just had fun being around each other - I helped Maps get ready for the morning - just things to keep her mind off of the jitters &amp;amp; to help her sleep. Ashley, Heather and I slept in the downstairs apt where Maps &amp;amp; John would be living --- can I just say super cute!! her family sure loves them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdkWuJ1nEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xAL3eK0ni50/s1600-h/yes!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244270632605424706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdkWuJ1nEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xAL3eK0ni50/s200/yes!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the morning Ashley &amp;amp; I got up early to help Maps with the various things she needed to be finished - Ashley with map's make-up and such - me with cleaning her flip-flops -putting everything together so she wouldn't forget anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which of course didn't really help... love ya Maps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun to be a help and kinda get a 'backstage' look at what goes on before/during/after the wedding and reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can I just &lt;strong&gt;note&lt;/strong&gt; that my wedding is going to be soo planned! spreadsheets with all the information anyone could every ask for --- where the flowers need to be picked up... what time... who is assigned it - you get the idea - all thanks to mapsiee! ;) JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it was fantastic - we picked up her bouquet, Ash and I went early to the Temple before they went in... Beautiful! Maps &amp;amp; John just looked stunning - the sun was shining... well while we waited Ashley &amp;amp; I took a nap. and when we woke up - it was overcast &amp;amp; cloudy &amp;amp; drizzle.... ha! but her pictures actually turned out quite nicely - and despite all the craziness - everything went off w/o a hitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMditsE9T7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/p0dfCnvw7VQ/s1600-h/IMG_1478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244268828161822642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMditsE9T7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/p0dfCnvw7VQ/s200/IMG_1478.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her reception was fun for us girls as we just stuck together and hung out. I tried my hand at a little photography - which I am beg. to think is fun! :) I was super jealous when Maps 'tossed' the bouquet to Anne - something about twins...and sisters... i just don't&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdh8Iul99I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cvLkVmCiFT0/s1600-h/the+toss.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244267976859187154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdh8Iul99I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cvLkVmCiFT0/s200/the+toss.....jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; understand!! ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay - okay - tossed might be giving you the wrong impression - she HANDED IT OFF to Anne.... no chance for the rest of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All in all -- Maps &amp;amp; John left - the wedding was cleaned up - and I went to go gather my stuff and head back to South Jordan for the evening. ;) no worries Anne - I will be doing all the same for you when you get married! promise! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 on the 23rd&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up early that morning &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay... 9am may not be that early for some...but it was after wedding festivities!)&lt;/span&gt; to my mom, Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle singing a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday with breakfast in bed --&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdlrZj_UWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZRx1_-ItJVY/s1600-h/IMG_1486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272087366848866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdlrZj_UWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZRx1_-ItJVY/s200/IMG_1486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for me!!! Waffles &amp;amp; raspberries &amp;amp; powdered sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my mouth tis watering just writing about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp;amp; bacon &amp;amp; OJ! It was the best! Soo yummy too! I just could not help but smile - and be excited! My very first breakfast in bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course when you are planning your b-day in another town everything you hoped would happen falls through. So I spent the day with my mom and my aunt -- and I couldn't have asked for anything better! We went to lunch - went shopping &amp;amp; I got new sneakers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amazing how new shoes make you feel like you are floating.. I could run for miles now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - We had really yummy dinner &amp;amp; fantastic little cake w/flowers and sprinkles!! We also went to see Mama Mia. Mama Mia was soo funny -- 007 singing - fantastic looking ladies - fabulous singing - good plot - nice chick flick what more could you want?! Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Aunt Kathy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24th of July aka Pioneer Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kevin decided to run in the Provo Pioneer Day Classic - so it was another early morning to add to my summer. Mom &amp;amp; I drove down to Provo to watch Kevin leave to run and come back to cross the finish line - placing 3rd in the 5K!! I then spent the rest of the day in Provo with Kimmy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMikQn_N1GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DEg-6DPYPfQ/s1600-h/24th+of+July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622371591935074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMikQn_N1GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DEg-6DPYPfQ/s200/24th+of+July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We ended up playing cards all afternoon (JOY!!) with some of the guys from 'across the street'. Scott &amp;amp; I instantly became good friends - and I am sure glad Kim called him to play with us! Mickey Cards, Blanket, Sunshine, and new fun friends! It was great! We also went to watch fireworks with Scott &amp;amp; his roommie later that evening - ;) oh how I love the flying fireworks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost as good as Idaho Fall's show.... almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ended the day just talking to Kim - I love hanging out with my sister! I can't believe we ever didn't really like each other! I love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going Away parties &amp;amp; Metor Showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Kelsey's last night before going up to UNR we watched the Meteor Showers - and hung out. We did not see very many because we all had to be up early in the morning - but it was so nice to just hang out with friends and watch the sky. I remembered how small we are in the universe - but how fantastic it will be - b/c He made one of those planets for me!! Plus -- we found a new saying "God throws rocks at dumb boys too - they are just called meteors." ;) yeah for girls!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August Utah Trip/Emily Emily Emily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In August I made one more trip up to Provo to go pick up Emily to come play for a few days! Kim &amp;amp; friends ended up coming down the day before for a dance competition - So I was fortunate enough to be able to follow them back up! JOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While in Ut for the brief 36 hours I packed as much Kim, Kevin, Emily &amp;amp; Scott time as possible. We made dinner sat night - watched Olympics, chatted it up until all hours, went to church, walked in the fantastic sunshine that didn't make you want to melt in an instant, make more dinner, watch random u-tube videos - and be picked up by a amazingly strong guy! I felt like the stay was definitely not long enough - but headed back down to Vegas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMiliZHvrdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yjQSdHzv3pk/s1600-h/IMG_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623776350449106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMiliZHvrdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yjQSdHzv3pk/s200/IMG_1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily was &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; and read the second half of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; to me while I drove. She did voices, dynamics, the whole nine-yards. I actually felt like I was even more a part of the story! ;) When we arrived back in vegas -- we slept! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That whole week was just jammed pack with crazy fun as we played as much as possible. We even did a little more of the strip extravaganza, went to pool parties, hung out with old friends, ate at the cheesecake factory! yum yum yum! It was soo fun to have her here! and nice to have a roommie again who I could mull over the events of the day before falling asleep for a few days!  Love ya EM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also Heath and Drew made a stop-by appearance... It is nice to know you can pick up right where you left off even after 9 years! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scott Weekend&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMikQ5KVYtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uk6tsDjO0Kg/s1600-h/IMG_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622376201970386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMikQ5KVYtI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uk6tsDjO0Kg/s200/IMG_1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend Scott came to play for a few days also. I love having him around! He is just a funny guy - we clicked so well - and had alot of fun! We went to parties, tried to stir up rumors in church, went out for lunch, and just enjoyed each other's company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note for those curious: Scott is fantastic - and a very good friend... who goes to school in Provo. That's all for now! ;) He also just happens to be my sister's FHE bro now... ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So in summary ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My summer was fantastic - lots of trips to UT - to see amazing ppl! As much as I loved this summer -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am excited for the Fall!! Warm Vegas Weather -- I already have a La Jolla Beach trip &amp;amp; UT trips coming! Has anyone been to the plays in St. George? would you recommend them? I am thinking about going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4704596262451118922?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4704596262451118922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4704596262451118922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4704596262451118922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4704596262451118922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-update.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SMdgla-FUHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/COx5SSrCz2s/s72-c/IMG_0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1245079142345268726</id><published>2008-09-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:58:26.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so hungry your stomach felt like it was going to eat itself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm -- I am starving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1245079142345268726?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1245079142345268726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1245079142345268726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1245079142345268726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1245079142345268726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/09/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-9009175551604801261</id><published>2008-09-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:01:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone who you knew instantly you would be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if nothing else &lt;/span&gt;great friends with?&lt;br /&gt;Like you were destined to meet - and be friends. There is not any mistrust, or guarded feelings - no prejudice or miscommunication. You are honest because you feel like you have known them forever. It makes you happy to hangout with them - because they are your new best friend. You feel this unknown - maybe even undeniable - magnetic connection to this person. You want to call them and tell them everything - and it freaks you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It freaks you out because it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; fast. You do not do fast - you enjoy the journey, the memories, learning along the way. How many times has this happened to you? Fast on the on take and then crushing on the down hill. You live in different states. logically this unknown factor doesn't make sense - is not part of the equation. And just how many more factors can one fit into an equation? As if X, Y &amp;amp; Z were not enough - now you have W. You have no spoken obligation to this person - yet you feel like you should. Unfounded fears creep in from the past - and you feel like you are in Singles Ward 2. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you remember the 'montage' in the middle - after they meet. they do all these crazy activities... probably two months worth of things... and at the end - it has only been &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; days....ridiculous! oh... and no! I'm not getting married!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet -- it &lt;strong&gt;works&lt;/strong&gt;. and you stay up for hours just to talk to them. disappointed when you think you won't... because of the magnetic - unexplainable pull. A pull you would never give back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-9009175551604801261?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9009175551604801261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=9009175551604801261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9009175551604801261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9009175551604801261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1339188454247033514</id><published>2008-08-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:42:30.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy For You</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream --- well early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to you - for the first time in months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not scream - I did not cry - I just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Are you excited? You are getting married tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you replied while fingering your ring: "You know what - I actually am excited.  She makes me happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and replied: "Good - that is all I can ask for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the I woke-up - b/c I realized I am happy for you.   Maybe even excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1339188454247033514?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1339188454247033514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1339188454247033514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1339188454247033514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1339188454247033514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-for-you.html' title='Happy For You'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5153053015490399960</id><published>2008-08-20T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:38:09.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight cont.  w/a note about New Moon and Eclipse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay - I gave in to peer pressure - I finished all the other books at the top of the list - and now I am happy to report I am addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am addicted to the Twilight series. seriously. I stretched &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt; to last a &lt;em&gt;whole week&lt;/em&gt; and it only took me a &lt;em&gt;whole two days&lt;/em&gt; to read &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;. Pathetic. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;would have been less time - however I had a friend visiting... soo hostess calls!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am working on &lt;strong&gt;Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; - but I think it might take me just as long as Twilight... b/c of work and friends visiting and life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephanie Myers - is an amazing writer. She created a seemingly ordinary girl, one each and everyone person could relate to. She made her clumsy, smart, funny, sarcastic, and human. I think this is what captivated me at first - here was a girl who was like me. She drops her books when she is nervous - slips on the ice - she notices things. There are people into her life, parents-classmates-friends, all something we can relate with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Myers created a seemingly perfect and mysterious Lab partner. Someone you just want to figure out - unpredictable.  And on top of that he is &lt;em&gt;repelled&lt;/em&gt; by this normal - average - amazing girl. WHY!??! seriously - what is his deal... What drives him? What is he even thinking!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that is where you just get sucked into the magic called the Twilight series. I could not put it down. I had to know what happened. I would spend every free moment I could reading. Morning Break - Lunch - Afternoon Break - in between activities - aaaallll the way home from Provo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emily read the from Nephi till Vegas -- what a fantastic friend!  She did voices and made it intense at the right parts - with dynamics and everything! it was FANTASTIC!! best 'read aloud' job yet!.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I realized why not very many people have written about the 'other books' in the Series.... you just can't - or you give away the whole plot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So go --- now -- pick it up from your nearest library - (guys too.. b/c I have quite a few guy friends who have been brave enough to get sucked in also!) and read.  Because New Moon &amp;amp; Eclipse are just as good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt; - made me cry a - lot.... From discussing it with a few friends they did not like New Moon as much - thinking it slow to get into - and longer.  &lt;em&gt;I however&lt;/em&gt; think I related better to New Moon - but considering the events of the past year - it is not any surprise.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5153053015490399960?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5153053015490399960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5153053015490399960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5153053015490399960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5153053015490399960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-cont-wa-note-about-new-moon.html' title='Twilight cont.  w/a note about New Moon and Eclipse...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3962411222848457435</id><published>2008-08-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:15:03.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>"I don't think it's fair - us guys can't compete with Edward - he's too perfect. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that's not why she loves him... ;) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it is a good thing I don't feel very well today - so I can start New Moon.... I'm already crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3962411222848457435?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3962411222848457435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3962411222848457435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3962411222848457435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3962411222848457435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6440512289802574559</id><published>2008-08-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:04:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I finished reading 'Peter and the Star Catchers' last week I remembered how much I love the endings of books.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is probably why I guaff at people who read the endings first. Shouldn't you save the best for last?  Now I am reading Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes... I have given into the madness - I figured if after all the good recommendations - I should start the series...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am even more of a fan of not reading the ending first! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love reading the book and watching the plot unfold. Not really knowing how all the twists and turns that encompass a good book will really end, but guessing what is going to happen. Diving into the characters, the plot, the setting. Watching the main and supporting characters learn about themselves - and being a part of it. Take a look at someone else's life - problems - resolutions. How much fun is it if you actually &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; the end, knowing the end portion of their lives &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;My opinion: &lt;/em&gt;It defeats the purpose of reading the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People and relationships are the same way. I enjoy watching my circle of friends - and the people they interact with. I think it is fascinating to watch different relationships grow in different twists and turns - like a good book. Many times I can guess the outcome - and many more times than that I would looove to turn to end to see how it all plays out - I know that I can not. Because unlike a good book - people have their agency to choose their own endings. While many many times they are fairy-tale like with Aladdin receiving the prince hood and privilege to marry the princess - unfortunately - some times it is not the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a few of my friends, people I consider my supporting characters that I have been learning from, maybe more so from the wings w/o their direct knowledge of their importance in my life. These are the people I want to be like. They are my 'pseudo big brothers', my best girl-friends, my best guy-friends, my crushes, my former loves, those that I look up to - those that I can not hardly stand. They are the ones who let me down, those who were there right when I needed it. They have made me laugh, made me cry, played with my hair, scratched my back, reduced my ego, listened to my babbling. They have made me look deeper into myself to find the answers, and those who have shared their lives with me. Each is a character in my story - and each is choosing their own ending. For some reason I keep thinking I can influence this ending - make it mine too - change my role to a supporting them - letting them shine. I realized tonight that I am just as much a 'main character' in my story as everyone else. And really it is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately I can not read the end - I do not have that option yet. But my book is the most interesting of all - and as much as I would like to stand back and watch everyone els&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e's be written - that isn't' part of my plot. Never was - so why do I keep trying to make it one? I am more of a Belle character - maybe that is my tragic flaw - but - I guess if the beast is the worst thing I have to tame it can't be that bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(although - I would rather have Aladdin - hands down... the Beast wasn't the most fantastic looking prince when he turned back... realllly pointy facial features. What you didn't notice? bust our your copy...fast forward to the end - you will see what I mean) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6440512289802574559?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6440512289802574559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6440512289802574559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6440512289802574559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6440512289802574559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-endings.html' title='Story Endings'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8036624034904879313</id><published>2008-08-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:17:46.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the world coming to?</title><content type='html'>Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a message from a good friend from college.  As I read this story - I could not believe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;injustice&lt;/span&gt; and seemingly unfairness that this family has stumbled into.  While we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rapist&lt;/span&gt; and other 'bad men' running around our country --- we take the time and the money to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imprison&lt;/span&gt; this man.  Amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey Everyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father, his attorney and many others want to share this story, found at the link below, with you so you know what kinds of injustice take place in our world everyday. Next time you vote for leaders, watch the news, etc. please remember that not everything is as it seems. The media twists stories, men sworn to uphold the law choose the easy path rather than doing what's right and many of us suffer the consequences. Because of these types of things my father, a good man, will likely be spending the next 18 months of his life in prison. The link below is my father's story as told by a group here in Idaho that promotes family values in communities across our state. Again, I ask that you read it and become more aware of things that happen around you. Thanks to all of you who have been a support for me through all of this. It has been hard for me and my family and I appreciate all of your patience with me through the stress that has been associated with this. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.idahovaluesalliance.com/news.asp?id=861" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.idahovaluesalliance.com/news.asp?id=861&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8036624034904879313?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8036624034904879313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8036624034904879313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8036624034904879313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8036624034904879313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-world-coming-to.html' title='What is the world coming to?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2265320368007352331</id><published>2008-08-01T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:14:40.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Moments</title><content type='html'>"hey, I'm a Wesley and I said "As you wish." That mean more than just love... it mean "safety and protection", "you're my queen", and so many more things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you know ...engaged... :-D" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no...not me...one of my guyfriends &amp;amp; my roommate...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are those flowers from? Oh, just me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondhelpingsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-kid-you-not-episode-ii.html"&gt;"This morning, there were two cars in the parking lot when I came upon the lower BYU parking lot on 700. One of them was a toy car. "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can - huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was natural. Easy - smooth - and totally worth the wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm late - but on my way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wowzers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2265320368007352331?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2265320368007352331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2265320368007352331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2265320368007352331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2265320368007352331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiling-moments.html' title='Smiling Moments'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-4665402102786341924</id><published>2008-07-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:08:18.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing in the bathroom - going through my usual routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*comb wet hair - towel dry hair so it looks like a wet dog - put in contacts - plug in straightener &amp;amp; hair dryer - comb hair again - put up in half bun thing so I can dry the bottom part - turn on the hot air - dry, dry, dry - straighten - repeat for top part of hair - eat breakfast - finish make-up - brush teeth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started to think.  I thought about everything that I have accomplished in the past year or so.  Graduation, Youth Programs, two fantastic learning experiences with guys (even though they both hurt like the dickens), two different banks, moving, snow - wind - rain - sunshine - hail - sand storm - cockroaches - spiders - humidity.  I have done things I never thought I could - bought my very own car, driven to Utah and back &lt;em&gt;by-my-self&lt;/em&gt;, coached a dance team (sooo funn!!), roomed with the best girls ever!, gone to three beautiful weddings, taught gospel doctrine, played the piano in sacrament.  I have made some fantastic friends and come closer to my family - all of which who have helped me get through the terrible 2's (22.... terrible twos... ha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This made me wonder - who am I.  As I looked in the mirror I could see all my imperfections - the huge round thing on my right eyebrow that won't seem to go away.  The zits that Utah air seems to bring.  Then I realized - I am Amber!!!   a brick wall of unstoppable womanhood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks Christian...).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not love all sports&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(more of a spectator for some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - I may not be the 'best' at any one thing - and I may LOOOVE to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which not many share such a passion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - but I am pretty cool.  ;) go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is who I am a week after my 23rd birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am spunky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am goofy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a Swing, Ballroom, living room, ridiculous looking 'stake dance' dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am passionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fall hard - but gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am fickle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a shower singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am grateful &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am occasionally moody.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hyper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am an open book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am diversified.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a cheerleader - from the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a good friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a hair-brush performer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am friend-happy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am dependable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (unless it is something I reallllly don't want to do...then I should just learn to say no). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a sister, daughter, niece, grand-daughter, cousin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a smile-a-holic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a sob.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am stressed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a bookworm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am pain - intolerant.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am terrified of the ball.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am adventurous.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not extra-ordinary - just me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a tiger - and an eagle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am alive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a daughter of God.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a fun junkie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am impatient.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am musically inclined - but not excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am anxious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a personal trainer - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or atleast that is what I told my mom! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am emotional.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am motivated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am work - play - and crazy - wrapped up in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am persistent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a hard-worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a teacher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am an observer and a participant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am resilient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;- with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-4665402102786341924?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/4665402102786341924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=4665402102786341924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4665402102786341924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/4665402102786341924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2695824901187560363</id><published>2008-07-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:00:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://secondhelpingsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-trying-to-decide-what-most.html"&gt;This is my sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She is fantastic - and an amazing writer - and the linked posting encompassed many of my feelings today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me -&lt;br /&gt;I am Twenty three -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;. Utah Wedding Details to come...&lt;br /&gt;oh not my wedding! silly! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2695824901187560363?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2695824901187560363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2695824901187560363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2695824901187560363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2695824901187560363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/my.html' title='Why I love my Sister'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-813243670674341509</id><published>2008-07-15T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:56:00.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few lyrics that caught my attention</title><content type='html'>Did you fall from a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging around - way way way too long!&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason we stay in the movie till the closing scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you've got till it's gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love Love - I do it for Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's your soul - but could you bottle it up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your only going to get what you give away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head underwater - they tell me to breath easy for a while - breathing gets harder - even I know that&lt;br /&gt;Dance a blue streak around my living -----&lt;br /&gt;find what it means to be the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I saw my reflection in her eyes - that's when I knew it was time&lt;br /&gt;But -- I love that girl when she smiles&lt;br /&gt;Say it again -&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world would just spin faster --- you're looking at me - waiting to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; in me...&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I've made it down your street this week... but I'm not going anywhere... your the traffic in my head...&lt;br /&gt;There is a beauty in walking away....&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit - we all want to make it true! - Ever ever after! it may only be a wish away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-813243670674341509?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/813243670674341509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=813243670674341509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/813243670674341509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/813243670674341509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-lyrics-that-caught-my-attention.html' title='A few lyrics that caught my attention'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6439450593828109126</id><published>2008-07-09T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:10:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>When I clicked on &lt;a href="http://everydayreading.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Janssen's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; today -- she had discovered this fantastic website &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wordle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Much to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; - I discovered that I could not play with this fun little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doodle&lt;/span&gt; at work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; after my date tonight - while watching the end of so you think you can dance - I decided I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haad&lt;/span&gt; to try it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will title it: (drum roll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pleeease&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Friends"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/60739/Amber%27s_smile" title="Wordle: Amber&amp;#39;s smile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/60739/Amber%27s_smile" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6439450593828109126?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6439450593828109126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6439450593828109126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6439450593828109126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6439450593828109126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3828682186579603779</id><published>2008-07-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:36:47.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 UPDATE III **EXTRA EXTRA!!**</title><content type='html'>UPDATE III:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recent events (3 additions in one day!!) I had to update the world on my friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding/engagement count for this year/summer:&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; (Maps*, Lauren*, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph, Cat&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1 pseudo little sister (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;*)&lt;br /&gt;7 Dancers engaged (Jared &amp;amp; Emily, Alecia, Peter, Alan &amp;amp; Jessica, &lt;em&gt;Shadow&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 cousin (Jen &amp;amp; Braden*)&lt;br /&gt;20 friends engaged or will be (told on good authority...being themselves!) -Laurie, Mike, Jeremy, Justin, Joseph &amp;amp; Jill, Karalee, Audrey, &lt;em&gt;Beau, Jeff (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt; bro), Kristy, Angela, Holly H., Katie, Trent, Brooke, Holly B. &amp;amp; John, Andrew, Bill L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 - guy named Jeff whose reception I went to with my friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;14 friend already married - Heather, Sara, Lauren &amp;amp; Cody*, Sheldon &amp;amp; Shae, Christian &amp;amp; Amy, Natalie, &lt;em&gt;Tracy, Nate &amp;amp; Kate, Holly M&lt;/em&gt;, Pat T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;46&lt;/strong&gt; People I know and love &amp;amp; 1 person I did not know before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italics&lt;/em&gt; = updated!&lt;br /&gt;* = receptions I am hopefully attending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought in honor of Weddings I would also note that of my college friends:&lt;br /&gt;2 couple friend had a baby this year: Jeff &amp;amp; Amanda, (Mares &amp;amp; Ryan...love ya!)&lt;br /&gt;2 couple friends are going to have babies: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cariann&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jeff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so lucky to know so many people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I anticipate adding a few more to this list before the summer is over.... but I have learned nothing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; until the ring is on '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; finger! (personal experience) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; I'll hold off on my hopes for more of my friends! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;. If you read this -- and I have forgotten you -- please do not be offended - I am trying my best to keep up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;update: thanks Cynthia for the update...I can't believe I almost forget Pat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7/10 update: sorry BILL!!! I almost forgot you!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3828682186579603779?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3828682186579603779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3828682186579603779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3828682186579603779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3828682186579603779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-update-iii-extra-extra.html' title='2008 UPDATE III **EXTRA EXTRA!!**'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7116417734708303152</id><published>2008-07-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:58:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the 4th of July!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something has always happened on the 4th for me. During High School it was right after Cynthia's b-day -- soo independence day was filled with b -day celebrations - BBQ's - swimming - and fun-ness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to college during the summer has its perks. I always loved the 4th of July because it was a day in the middle of the semester where there was no school - fireworks, hanging out with friends, no school, and each year was different in its own right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freshman Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was dating Ray at the time - and I remember the 4th because I remember taking a walk to Porter Park and sitting in the shade of the trees. Ray and I talked about life - reflecting on everything that was happening in our lives. He was going to start EFY - I was going to school for second block --- everything just seemed perfect for a moment. We even mulled around the idea of getting married! (wow -- looking back - I was no where near ready...) We ate lunch at BJ's Restaurant - and then went down to IF to watch the fireworks on the river. I remember getting eaten alive - but it was just nice to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry don't have anypictures of this event....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophmore Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had just met Jarom - and we starting our friendship. He invited me to come to the Rexburg Parade with him and his family and then spend they day with them. (my roommates all went home b/c they were locals... soo I was by-my-self). It was seriously amazing. I remember just being welcomed in by his whole family - extended and all. They have the fabulous house on your way to Sugar City - with swings and volleyball - grass - wrap around porch. I remember chasing his younger siblings around - and just laughing like I had forgotten how to. As it slowly got dark - we lite fireworks and sparklers. It was fantastic. Jarom and I looked at picture books - and at the end of the night - I just wished I could stay forever. Surprisingly Jarom and I never dated - but I did spend New Years eve with his family also... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junior Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cariann and I were roommates -joy!- and we had the coolest FHE brothers. We made plans to go with them to IF for day. I started the day being in the Rexburg Parade - on the BYU-I float!! sooo fun! :) Then we went down to IF and ate at TGIFriday's - I stubbed my toe on the door - we went down to the snake river- sat around playing cards- watching the people go by - taking pictures - and just having the best time. lol - I remember being so jealous of the 'old FHE sisters' b/c it seemed they knew so much more about our Bro's than we did. I remember how hard Cariann worked to get a picture of me and the one I had a crush on...lol :) good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51oCPY_WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JAN2tNaTrUk/s1600-h/fourth+of+July+-+FHE+Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238348825623906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51oCPY_WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JAN2tNaTrUk/s200/fourth+of+July+-+FHE+Fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nld7niI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WRXu6nTNBkk/s1600-h/4th+of+July+-+Carynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238341101985314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nld7niI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WRXu6nTNBkk/s200/4th+of+July+-+Carynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nvTt6uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/en5KMGPWxBE/s1600-h/4th+of+July+-+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238343743498978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nvTt6uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/en5KMGPWxBE/s200/4th+of+July+-+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nLryQvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uzGapGS6cN4/s1600-h/4th+of+July+-+Cariann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238334180770546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51nLryQvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uzGapGS6cN4/s200/4th+of+July+-+Cariann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cariann actually snagged one! lol yeah for Jeff!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senior Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was working as a Program Assistant for BYU-I Youth Programs. AFY (adventure for Youth) was that week - my baby - so I was with a 100 Youth alllll week. It was so fun! On the 4th- we were taping the music videos they created - and then afterwards had to keep an eye on them all as they ran around until lights out. I remember a group of the guys + counselors were running at full-speed towards the hill in the Taylor Quad. They would run and then LEAP down the rolling hills --- seeing who could get the farthest. I still can't believe we didn't have to take anyone to the hospital for broken bones! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG5z9TwKJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bOleSS4lLLY/s1600-h/rob+%26+I+-+4wheeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51EAMsbAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ds7-R0raK00/s1600-h/rob+%26+I+-+4wheeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237729802152962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51EAMsbAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ds7-R0raK00/s200/rob+%26+I+-+4wheeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During this time I was also dating Rob. That weekend he came and friday night we went to the the drive-in movie theater- first time I saw Transformers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(loooove that movie!!).&lt;/span&gt; Saturday morning - Lauren, Cody, Rob &amp;amp; I made breakfast and then went for an adventure. We drove up to Island Park and went 4-wheeling all the way into Yellowstone. It was windy - and really dusty!! I was petrified at first and so I held on to Rob for dear life (which I'm sure he did not mind one bit.) We would race Lauren and Cody - pass them - then they would pass us -- just laughing and having fun.  The dust would just swirl around b/c it was so dry.  The view was fantastic - yellowstone is so beautiful.  It was one of the times I really felt something for Rob...and I just wanted to be with him -- freeze the moment and live in it.  It was also one of the first times I realized what an awful significant other - and friend I was being - realized that I needed to figure things out --- interesting how conflicting life can be sometimes. But that day was perfect - I couldn't have asked for anything more -being with people I loved, having fun and enjoying America's !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This was only my second time riding a 4-wheeler and the 1st time I have ever driven one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51DwSNd5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YcHoimNfmMs/s1600-h/Lauren+%26+I+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237725530322834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51DwSNd5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YcHoimNfmMs/s200/Lauren+%26+I+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51Df_swfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9IxeA4r0AKg/s1600-h/4th+of+July+4wheelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237721157714418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51Df_swfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9IxeA4r0AKg/s200/4th+of+July+4wheelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51D2jBsuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3eRrcs98nMQ/s1600-h/The+Butts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237727211467490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51D2jBsuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3eRrcs98nMQ/s200/The+Butts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post College&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2008 plans - Movie w/fam; Dianna's 4th Bash; Greenvalley Station Movie &amp;amp; Fireworks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love fireworks!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to all who keep my right to choose free!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Independence Day to All!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7116417734708303152?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7116417734708303152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7116417734708303152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7116417734708303152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7116417734708303152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-4th.html' title='Remembering the 4th'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/SG51oCPY_WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JAN2tNaTrUk/s72-c/fourth+of+July+-+FHE+Fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1674298900408850484</id><published>2008-06-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:09:07.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting....</title><content type='html'>The worst part about leaving to go somewhere - is after everything is packed, loaded in the car, ready to go - and you are sitting in the house waiting.  Waiting for a simple package to come via FED-EX --- sooo we can LEAVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This said package has very important contents - contents that are worth waiting an &lt;em&gt;EXTRA hour and half&lt;/em&gt; for.   I have: gotten gas - gone to the store - packed everything - loaded the van - serviced one of my mom's machines - all in the name of waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much longer I can stand this.  Patience is not a virtue that comes freely to me - I'm still working on obtaining that one.  Although I am a little bit better at it now than I used to be.  We are going to be late to the fantastic Hawaiian dinner my cousin's fiance's family are putting together ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is getting antzy - The poor Fed-Ex person is going to get it... &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; they ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kevin - I think you might have to wait for your package.... two more weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1674298900408850484?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1674298900408850484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1674298900408850484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1674298900408850484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1674298900408850484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1992136316408545014</id><published>2008-06-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:52:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>studying? who me?! uh huh - couldn't be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're waiting for someone to put you together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're waiting for someone to push you away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...there is always something more you wish he'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the problem with moving away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; is that you make new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem with making new friends is that everyone has different types of schedules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem with this is some are going to 'Professional School' (Med/Law...etc.) and have to take tests - which means - studying is very high on the time scale and playing very low for a few weeks/months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me on the other hand - I have four things my life is filled of - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work - If I do the math the ratio = 9.5/24 = hours I spend at work 5 days a week... (including car time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Church - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt;+church+activities+meetings+lesson prep = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aprox&lt;/span&gt;. 12hrs a week (on teaching week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep - 6 hours a day... fabulous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing&lt;/strong&gt; - this is what I believe I spend the most time doing (outside of work). If I could get paid to do this -- I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; rich! any chance I get - I will be playing... This is why it is such a tragedy that my friends have to be taking tests --- but good thing I have a few &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;friends. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1992136316408545014?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1992136316408545014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1992136316408545014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1992136316408545014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1992136316408545014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-waiting-for-someone-to-put-you.html' title='studying? who me?! uh huh - couldn&apos;t be!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1530878947016968481</id><published>2008-06-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:26:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes quotes quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is a battle, love is a war;  love is a growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James A. Baldwin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking for some more good quotes today - just because I have not found any new ones for a little while.  So I thought I would share my favorites with you today.  :)  I found quote a few of these &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - good quote websites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd luv to kiss ya, but I just washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bette Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fight an inanimate object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P. J. O'Rourke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When love is not madness, it is not love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro Calderon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is being stupid together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paul Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cross country skiing is great if you live in a small country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steven Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is not length of life, but depth of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Johann Wolfgang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How am I supposed to breath without air? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Oprah_Winfrey/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, O Magazine, February 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the hair washing on - just because we were talking about ways to be rejected the other day! My personal favorite:  "I'm sorry - I have to rewind my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1530878947016968481?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1530878947016968481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1530878947016968481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1530878947016968481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1530878947016968481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotes-quotes-quotes.html' title='quotes quotes quotes'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7742729027267245359</id><published>2008-05-29T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:37:23.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;Guess what?!? It's that time again --- time for the wedding/engagement update! now I know all five of you were awaiting this blessed update - and I have not let you down!  Because they are coming in so fast - I am afraid my update might be outdated before I'm done writing this!  (seriously 3 engagements this week!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My wedding/engagement count for this year/summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; (Maps*, Lauren*,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 pseudo little sister (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bri&lt;/span&gt;*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5  Dancers engaged  (Jared &amp;amp; Emily, Alecia, Peter, Alan &amp;amp; Jessica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;1 cousin (Jen*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; friends engaged or will be (told on good authority...being themselves!) - Tracy, Nate,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Mike, Jeremy, Justin, Joseph &amp;amp; Jill, Karalee, Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;1 - guy named Jeff whose reception I went to with my friend ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 friend already married - Heather, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sara, Lauren &amp;amp; Cody*, Sheldon &amp;amp; Shae, Christian, Natalie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTAL =  28 People I know and love &amp;amp; 1 person I did not know before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Italics = updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;"&gt;* = receptions I am hopefully attending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Isn't it fabulous that more and more friends of mine are taking the big step and committing to someone else - hopefully for eternity!! :D  I can honestly say that I am super excited for them all!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7742729027267245359?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7742729027267245359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7742729027267245359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7742729027267245359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7742729027267245359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-ii.html' title='Update II'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6971753692522788150</id><published>2008-05-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:36:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the cockroach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Started this entry a few days ago and was inspired by &lt;a href="http://tylerandbecca.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Becca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to finish it... if you find this one interest - you should read hers!!  her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bugg&lt;/span&gt; is scary looking!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I despise bugs. I dislike them so much that I can not even express it with words. Vegas is filled with cockroaches --- millions and millions of them - everywhere. I have a theory that we do not really sit on the grass here in Vegas b/c there are cockroaches &lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt; Honestly - who wants to deal with those creepy bugs crawling on them? &lt;em&gt;NOT I!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt; I believe this is why the bug/pest control guys do so well here --- too many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cockroaches&lt;/span&gt; and black widows - creepy bugs - who wants their child picking up one of those and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; them?? ah! makes me shiver just thinking about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well --- my parents used to use one of those 'bug guys' - but now they have decided that it is much more effective and cheaper to just do it themselves when ever there seems to be a few more alive bugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; into our home than usual.  Well while my sister and Rob were here - apparently Kim found a LIVE SPIDER in my shower -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!  That was it - I decided I was going to clean my bathroom - and then mom was going to spray.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I could not clean until my day off on Wed -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; I just prayed I would not be the lucky one to find the creepy crawlers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday even I came home from hanging out with some friends.  I when I pulled up I noticed that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;great room&lt;/span&gt; light was still one - meaning my dad was still up.  I was super tired so I promptly went in the house - and started getting ready for bed.  I went into the bathroom and took out my contacts - and then started to brush my teeth.  I was probably in the bathroom for about two minutes or so.  I was brushing my teeth very innocently when I glanced up and noticed A HUGE COCKROACH in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; of the mirror.  I let out a little scream and looked closer.  It was crawling up the wall between the medicine cabinet and the mirror.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;squealed&lt;/span&gt; a little more and finished brushing my teeth in record time.  I started getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;heebie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt; - and freaking out a little bit.  Possibly even doing the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;--- bug dance". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I raced upstairs to find my dad quietly working on the computer.  He looked at my panicked face and asked if that was me screaming - and what was wrong.   --- okay ---- if you heard someone screaming downstairs about 11:15pm, don't you run to see if they are okay and what see what the commotion is about?  -- I would be running - are you okay - what is going on? very concerned is how I imagine myself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; I think too highly of myself - because my dad did not even move.  and when I came up - he just looked at me and casually say - "was that you screaming down stairs??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of  course&lt;/em&gt; it was me! who else would it be! THERE IS A COCKROACH IN MY BATHROOM!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; I panted to him -"Dad - come quick - there is a cockroach -in my bathroom.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's response: "So Kill it."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: It's &lt;em&gt;crawling&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;em&gt;WALL"&lt;/em&gt; apparently he was missing the urgency and gravity of the situation.  There was a cockroach - &lt;em&gt;crawling&lt;/em&gt; - on &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wall&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  And I needed him - to come KILL it -  NOW -- before it crawled on my &lt;em&gt;toothbrush&lt;/em&gt;....  (even the thought now gives me the goose bumps). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pleaded with him - &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PPPPPPPLEEEEEEEEASE&lt;/span&gt; COME KILL IT.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;neeed&lt;/span&gt; you too!!!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally he consents - and tells me to go find a shoe.  Super daddy to the rescue!  came to kill my cockroach.  I squirmed and stood far far away from the bathroom.  I am a little nervous as to where this creepy crawler came from - and I now have a new toothbrush from the thought of the creepy creature possibly touching mine!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ekk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning my mom asked if I was screaming last night --- and then a little later my brother asked the same thing.   This made me start to evaluate my family --- honestly - if I really was in trouble - would they just ignore it!?  I do not scream every day at 11:30pm -- but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;diminished&lt;/span&gt; my faith in my family... what am I going to do if I am really in trouble - maybe something a little bit more than the 'mirror cockroach'?  will my family just brush it off as nothing?  will I be left to fend for myself when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;centipede&lt;/span&gt; or spider or robber is threatening my life?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6971753692522788150?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6971753692522788150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6971753692522788150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6971753692522788150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6971753692522788150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/05/cockroach.html' title='&quot;the cockroach&quot;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7292984528671129745</id><published>2008-05-13T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:55:09.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever After - Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am what you would term a hopeless romantic. I have always dreamed of marrying my best friend - someone who I find myself unable to live without (or something ridiculous like that.). I have had visions of Prince Charming riding up and sweeping me off my feet - saving me from my unknown dragons and making th&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; 'big gesture' since&lt;/span&gt; I was a little girl. I love girlie movies, love Disney, love love love them. I don't love crying - but I love the stories and watching the stories and seeing their happily ever afters come true. Who knows what actually happens afterwards - but really do we watch the movies to see the divorce three years later? NO! I watch them because they are happy - they make me feel happy - and life is good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT there was a point recently where I thought my heart had gone a little hard - after some huge disappointments in my life -- I could not see happily ever after - I had no desire to see someone else be happy when my hopes had been chucked to the wind. Perhaps I didn't even want to see the glass half full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well - it seems that there are very few of us out there who have 'single-people blogs' as I lovingly term them. Apparently most of my friends who blog are married! (Well - most of my girlfriends from the past are married... go figure!) As a result - I have been reading many - many - many posts about fabulous husbands, children's achievements, family scares, dating/engagement/wedding day stories. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; reading these - I mean I have even gotten a little teary over a few. however - at first I did not want to read them. They were a constant reminder of my disappointment. I think however - perhaps my heart is feeling better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Enchanted -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~who doesn't enjoy animated characters coming to life to find their true love's kiss?! with the fabulous dresses and fantastic singing - who wouldn't fall in love?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Weddings -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~I used to have the sarcastic attitude when it came to attending yet &lt;em&gt;one more wedding&lt;/em&gt; - but with many of my close friends now joining another for eternity - I am pretty stoked to go to at least two more this summer! (weird...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~If you have not seen this movie - DO IT! rent it! it is actually quite funny! as chick flicks go! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My best friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~I have recently been spending an absurd amount of time with a few of my guy friends from the ward - and they are restoring my hope in the previously seemingly useless-heartbreaking male species. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Blogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Surprisingly reading about everyone else's amazing hubbies and families has softened my heart and helped me to realize that there are still a few 'good guys' out there - and they adore their wives and families! They work hard to provide for them - they are not selfish - they are trying - because of my amazing friends who support them till the end. This has helped me to see that life isn't all that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So see --- Happily Ever After is possible -- and if you let yourself make believe - you might even decide you like to be you!! it just might a take a few months! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7292984528671129745?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7292984528671129745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7292984528671129745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7292984528671129745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7292984528671129745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/05/happily-ever-after-someday.html' title='Happily Ever After - Someday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7876149272539744211</id><published>2008-05-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:38:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffe, Pizza &amp; Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around and shouting that he has been robbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The fact of the matter is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey...delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."&lt;br /&gt;- Gordon B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I "borrowed" this quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedynamictrio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s blog. This is sums up my life right now. I am just enjoying the ride. So here are some highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Friday at work&lt;/strong&gt; - I was helping a non-account holder cash a check. He asked if he could 'borrow' some of my hand sanitizer - I told him he could have it b/c I didn't really want it back! Then I helped him with his transaction - he asked questions about my social life (small talk) I finished his transaction, smiled, and sent him on his merry way to the cash pick-up. I then called over my next customer. While I was chatting for a moment and helping her, he came back and just stood at my station - asking if he could use my hand sanitizer. My customer and I (who are around the same age) kinda looked at each other with that "what the heck" look in our eyes - I shrugged and answered "sure". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wamu's&lt;/span&gt; in Vegas are a little different - we each have our own "stand-alone" station. There is no teller line w/ the counter in between the teller and the customer. You may be thinking "WHAT? Isn't that dangerous??" - no! This is because I actually have no access to cash - No cash drawer to worry about balancing at night -- it is fabulous! I just do their transaction - give them their receipt with their cash pick-up code - they go to the dispenser - enter their code - and POOF!!! money! :D This is very nice - b/c if you want to rob my store -- DON'T -- you won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get much! :) now back to my story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the quick look at each other - I continue to processes her transaction. Inside I was kinda weary of this guy - because anyone who lingers makes me nervous! heck I work in a bank! :) So he stood there in front of my station while I finished her transaction just trying make small talk... I was almost done so I didn't ask him to move - and mentioned to him I would be right with him. Honestly - I thought I had screwed up his transaction. I handed my customer her receipt - told her to have an amazing day - and glanced back to this guy - staring at me - &lt;em&gt;really creepy - well meaning - but kinda creepy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Welllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - he then proceeded to hand me back his receipt with his name - number and "Would you like to get a cup of coffee sometime?" Written on it. You can imagine my relief as my brain was going a million miles a minute when he hands me a slip with writing on it. I have heard numerous stories of tellers being robbed w/the 'note'.... so you can imagine my brief distress - almost panic-making moment AND THEN my relief when I could just say "No, Thank you though!" I couldn't help but smile to myself for my good fortune - even though I was in no way remotely interested in the fellow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Sunday after Church&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After church on Sunday I returned home famished and starving. I thought my stomach might eat itself - which translates to mean I was happy --- and a little irritable b/c my head and stomach hurt from lack of nutrients. As I walked around my house making my presence known - I quickly realized that it was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; quiet. As I investigated a little more I came to realize my family was not where to be found. They had abandoned me on Fast Sunday -- &lt;em&gt;how rude!!! -&lt;/em&gt; What was I going to eat - if not some fantastic 'fast Sunday approved' meal consisting of meat and potatoes? honestly!! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; excited - only to have my hopes dashed by silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I called my mom - and she told me to make a tuna sandwich - GROSS -- not a fan of tuna. So I said fine - I'll make a grilled cheese and call it good. I was really feeling betrayed and lost though - because I am so used to fast Sunday dinner cooking in the oven or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt; - and there was &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;! So I made myself a sandwich and put it on the stove/griddle thing - and my phone started ringing. to my amazement it was my friend calling to invite me to dinner!!! joy! problem solved! Life is amazing!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; on Monday&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;After watching my friends play Volleyball after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; - I walked out to my car. As I got in - I noticed little white shells on my windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt;" - I thought to myself - "that is interesting." So I turned on my car - and this slimy stuff illuminated my front windshield. I got out of my car - looked at the front of my car - and noticed it nicely dripped down the front of my car. "Self" - I thought - "This is weird -- is that --" as I touched the stinky substance. I smelled my finger - and realized that my deduction skills were correct! Someone had smashed eggs on my beautiful a little dusty Kandy Tater. As I walked around examining my car - I found it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain where I was parked. I came 45 min. late - (work was ridiculously crazy and mom made dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; I was a little late to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;) - as a result there were very few open parking spots. So I parked in the middle of the back half -- in the middle of a &lt;em&gt;bunch&lt;/em&gt; of cars. When I walked into the parking lot i was one of the last 20 or so to leave - and so it was my car and the blue car in front of me - and then relatively no cars around for about 3 stalls on either side. to get to my car from anywhere other than the church - you had to walk more than halfway across the parking lot. Needless to say i found it quite interesting that my car was seemingly the ONLY ONE in the parking lot with the sticky clear egg whites on the hood-windshield and moon roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking around - i noticed a glimmer off of the car in front of me... The poor girl had gotten even more egg whites on her windshield. luckily - that was the only place it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home and washed off mine and her cars - I just marveled at some peoples children. I just do not understand where kids get these ideas --- or why they do them! I feel bad that they had nothing better to do than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;trapes&lt;/span&gt; across the parking lot to smear eggs on two unsuspecting girls who are only doing what they know to be right. Now if I was in a prank war -- that would be a different story -- but I am not -- and neither was she -- so it doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side is: My car is clean and shiny now! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7876149272539744211?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7876149272539744211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7876149272539744211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7876149272539744211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7876149272539744211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/05/coffe-pizza-eggs.html' title='Coffe, Pizza &amp; Eggs'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3089771045362919761</id><published>2008-04-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:40:36.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get out of here --- feel the wind against our face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I though about calling you when I got off the plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I see this city through the clouds I get that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me crazy for missing you like this but I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~"Then I Did" Rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Provo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; was fabulous - exactly what I needed to rejuvenate my soul and direction.  Thanks to all who contributed to my dress plight --- and I wore both the pinkish one -- and the polka dotted one.  It was magical!! I went to one of my best friends wedding reception - and she was beautiful and fun as always! (pink dress) and then changed into the Polka dotted dress - and off Rob and I went to his formal dinner.  It was perfect.  He was inducted - called - however you want to put it - as an officer for his frat - and then we danced and danced and danced!  Loved every second!  The night was seemingly perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stayed with my sister Kim - and that was so fun!  Her ward was fun - helping her with projects and papers - Late night talks - or afternoon chats -- Shopping - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; trips - just so fun!  Kim and I always seem to have just the best of times when we are together.  Hard to imagine it was so hard to get along when we were little.  :) Guess perhaps I have grown-up a little in some ways...   She is fabulous - and one of my very best friends!  I am so grateful for sister's who can help put pieces back every time you see them!  :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rob and I made dinner Monday evening -- while Kim worked -- and I realized how good of a friend he is to me --- something I almost don't deserve.  It was fun to just hang out with him and be me -- and have that be enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought a few fabulous book at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Bookstore --- the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leven&lt;/span&gt; Thumps book (super good thus far!!)  and Spiritual Roots of Human Behavior by Covey --- both of which I am excited to sit down and read.  I love having time to read books again -- Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tues. was nice -- besides the SNOW --- (not a fan... not a fan) -- I visited my Aunt Pat, saw Anne and Maps, and had dinner with Aunt Kathy &amp;amp; Joe &amp;amp; Andrew &amp;amp; Jenni &amp;amp; her fiance &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp;Rob)&lt;/span&gt;!  It was fabulous!  We played games - and had a grand old time!   I love my family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND my car -- we can not forget the amazing little Red Kandy Tater --- she is fabulous!! she didn't die - I didn't die - and we were wind blown - tossed to and fro in the wind - and yet --- we just kept on singing and driving!  I love my car!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3089771045362919761?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3089771045362919761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3089771045362919761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3089771045362919761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3089771045362919761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-get-out-of-here-feel-wind-against.html' title='Let&apos;s get out of here --- feel the wind against our face!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7281362886343512955</id><published>2008-04-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:33:09.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>Please Help!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*disclaimer: this post is mostly for those who asked to see the outfits! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please indulge me for a moment ---- I'm going to a formal-dinner-thing on Saturday up at the Uof U - and I've been having trouble picking an outfit. Which do you like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y54D29xI/AAAAAAAAADg/St7vca--5mI/s1600-h/blue+dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187639790659893010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y54D29xI/AAAAAAAAADg/St7vca--5mI/s320/blue+dress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6ID29yI/AAAAAAAAADo/ySsKE_7eazQ/s1600-h/skirt+from+blue+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187639794954860322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6ID29yI/AAAAAAAAADo/ySsKE_7eazQ/s320/skirt+from+blue+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6YD29zI/AAAAAAAAADw/8MJhVjqjqUY/s1600-h/pink+dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187639799249827634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6YD29zI/AAAAAAAAADw/8MJhVjqjqUY/s320/pink+dress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6oD290I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WFTaer6xTWU/s1600-h/pink+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187639803544794946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y6oD290I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WFTaer6xTWU/s320/pink+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4xrID29vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sQ0lMKGFwr4/s1600-h/close+up+PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187638437745194738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4xrID29vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sQ0lMKGFwr4/s320/close+up+PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4xrYD29wI/AAAAAAAAADY/7h70BMH1MFE/s1600-h/poka+dot+dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187638442040162050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4xrYD29wI/AAAAAAAAADY/7h70BMH1MFE/s320/poka+dot+dress1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4r1ID29qI/AAAAAAAAACo/-xWE0uMc3Ro/s1600-h/blue+dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187632029653989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4r2ID29uI/AAAAAAAAADI/izTHAhy0d0c/s320/poka+dot+dress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7281362886343512955?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7281362886343512955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7281362886343512955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7281362886343512955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7281362886343512955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-help-d.html' title='Please Help!! :D'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R_4y54D29xI/AAAAAAAAADg/St7vca--5mI/s72-c/blue+dress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1651903602396314027</id><published>2008-04-04T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:43:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My horoscope for the day -- Very interesting &amp;amp; fitting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't shy away from making an impression on people -- it's never bad to speak out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D JOY!! permission to speak my mind!  what more could I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1651903602396314027?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1651903602396314027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1651903602396314027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1651903602396314027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1651903602396314027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-horoscope-for-day-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-9140077950539670805</id><published>2008-04-01T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:53:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wedding/engagement count for this year/summer:&lt;br /&gt;2 roomies (maps &amp;amp; Lauren)&lt;br /&gt;1 cousin (Jen)&lt;br /&gt;10 friends engaged or will be (told on good authority..being themselves!) - (Jared, Tracy, Sheldon, Alecia-will be engaged, Nate, &lt;em&gt;Christian, girl from my dance team, sarah, natalie, Laurie&lt;/em&gt;,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 - guy named Jeff whose reception I am going to with my friend ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 friend already married - Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-9140077950539670805?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/9140077950539670805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=9140077950539670805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9140077950539670805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/9140077950539670805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-my-weddingengagement-count-for.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-501655844569689097</id><published>2008-03-27T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:39:48.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little red sports car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I went to my mom's Enrichment -- and it was good times!! I esp loved talking to the 'old ladies' (hee hee) - who all know my mom and so wanted to know all about my new found life at home. Of course I had to indluge them with all the details of my life --- which def. didn't take very long! not to mention showing everyone my "baby pictures" (as one kindly put it) on my phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so excited about my new "baby" --- she -- b/c of course it is a girl - brings me a sense of freedom that cannot be replaced. In fact I have only had this sensation one other time in my life about two and half years ago (and while I was def. petrified as much as I was excited then also...).  I esp love her red color.  Now I am not usual a red - kind of person -- but from the moment I saw her - I just knew!  it was love! :D  I am super excited to go to Utah with her next weekend.  Hopefully it is smooth sailing - and there won't be any hiccups - but I guess we will see!  and I will try to take a few pictures so I can post them up here!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-501655844569689097?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/501655844569689097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=501655844569689097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/501655844569689097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/501655844569689097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-red-sports-car.html' title='little red sports car'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-6512202570153209433</id><published>2008-03-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:38:32.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sung to the happy congo line tune</title><content type='html'>I found swing DANCING&lt;br /&gt;  Iiiinn Las VeGAS!&lt;br /&gt;I found swing DAN-CING&lt;br /&gt;Iiin Las VeGas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend clued me in on these lessons that were happening at another single's ward building -- soo I decided to drive out tonight and see what I could find.  Low - and behold - there was dancing - and learning of the dance -- and it was amazing! so exciting - I could hardly stand it.  (and I think it showed...)  I am just slightly excited......... okay -- I lied I am so excited that I can't even begin to tell you.  This is the highlight of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;I decided after many LAME events happening in my life -- that I am just going to stop trying... because it is easier.  Maybe if I don't try to predict everything - I can't be disappointed when I'm right - or wrong.  More so being right when my prediction is not the optimal outcome desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm going to go ---- to sleep -- and make sure my dog is not sick -- (she's kinda sulking, I think she misses everyone else who is California w/o me at the beach.....)-- but maybe not in that order...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-6512202570153209433?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/6512202570153209433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=6512202570153209433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6512202570153209433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/6512202570153209433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/sung-to-happy-congo-line-tune.html' title='sung to the happy congo line tune'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-1930210321322869142</id><published>2008-03-18T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:52:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...and love blue skies</title><content type='html'>I miss my roommates intensely.  I miss random visits at 11pm.  I miss dancing every Wed, Friday and any other time I want.  I miss being so overwhelmingly busy that I thought my head would fall off.  I miss the one-of-a-kind atmosphere.  I miss being hit on by "normal" guys at work - my age. (by my age I mean -- not 40+ and super old - and married and weird and creepy...)  I miss spontaneous dance parties - and just activities in general.  I miss it being normal to plan at the last minute.  I miss couch dancing. I miss being sure.  I miss emotional roller coasting - with a purpose.  I miss holding hands with two at once.  I miss clean-flicks.  I miss cliff-jumping, four-wheeling.  I miss moseying.   I miss walking to work.  I actually miss snow (only for a second). I miss late night discussions on why life happens the way it does.  I miss roommates who just play with your hair - just because - and somehow make everything better.  I miss the intensity of barnyard.  I miss knowing what comes next.  I miss sleepovers.  I miss pretending to cheat at barnyard - and taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; cards.  I miss country dancing - and swing dancing. I miss my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling the sunshine on my arms through the window. I love laughing.  I love happy music.  I love dancing in my living room.  I love singing at the top of my lungs in the car.  I love spring.  I love late night talks.  I love listening to customers.  I love singing with my brush in the mirror.  I love Sunday afternoon walks.  I love the beeping sound that means I have a message.  I love looking at Vegas from the peace of the Temple.  I love hiking.  I love sitting on the couch as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sun shines&lt;/span&gt; in reading a fantastic book.  I love playing the piano and releasing.  I love watching the Fountains - esp. when it is a song that I know - so I can sing and dance along.  I love driving.  I love playing games.  I love sunflowers and daisies.  I love the feeling of accomplishing something hard.  I love putting together activities with people I love.  I love cooking for others.  I love eating ice cream &amp;amp; milk.  I love reading a good book that you can just become a part of.  I love going to dance performances, musical performances, theatrical events and coming away feeling like I could do it to.  I love the turning of the leaves.  I love warm rain.  I love dancing in the rain.  I love road trips.  I love writing.  I love learning new things.  I love purchasing that pair of pants I forgot I had on.  I love new socks.  I love getting long letters - or short notes.  I love giving them also.  I love being around people I love.  I love picnics.  I love listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made play lists.  I love asking questions.  I love listening and comprehending.  I love the feeling of church.  I love feeling motivated and needed.  I love my eyes.  I love attending sporting events where I know someone playing.  I love planning ahead.  I love after the rain when the sun shines creating a rainbow.  I love just siting and reading in the Gardens while the water and birds create noise to remind me of what is important.  I love figuring out how to balance my life.  I love mastering a new dance move.  I love finding a new song and listening to it over and over again.  I love being confident in my skin.  I love sharing good things with others.  I love a good game of Settlers - barnyard - or any other game.  I love cuddling up and watching a good chick flick.  I love finding out that there is an automatic save function.  I love rising from the ashes.  I love watching the sunrise or the sunset and seeing the array of colors spread across the horizon.  I love being me - and having that be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-1930210321322869142?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/1930210321322869142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=1930210321322869142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1930210321322869142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/1930210321322869142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-youand-love-blue-skies.html' title='I miss you...and love blue skies'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-8016512260889806681</id><published>2008-03-12T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:53:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>While listening to the radio one morning - they were talking about the most attractive feature to males.  And the most attractive feature is their eyes - or so they claim.  I find this interesting because I never really noticed or thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, as I have been going about my day, I have taken note of the times people are complimented - or I am complimented.  The majority of the compliments that are received have to do with the females eyes --- interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I began to think - why?? What is it about eyes that are so attractive?  Is it the "window to the soul" theory?  Or rather the addition of dark make-up to make them stand-out and sparkle?   What makes one girl's eyes more attractive than anther's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any thoughts on the matter??  I would love to hear other's opinions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-8016512260889806681?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/8016512260889806681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=8016512260889806681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8016512260889806681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/8016512260889806681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5351049563449347499</id><published>2008-03-06T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:22:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost tragic</title><content type='html'>Have you ever left your phone at home??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it today --- and I felt almost naked with out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda silly how dependent we are on our electronic devices! Sometimes I can't remember what life was like before the cell phone, laptop computer, ipods, and other such device in my life. What life was like with out the nagging feeling that I had to answer every phone call or text message that flew my way. I wonder if I could ever learn to live without it? interesting thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another interesting thought as I was looking on my facebook - I realized how long ago last fall (and summer) seems to be - and yet how real, tangent, and close it still is in my emotions and feelings. How hard I work to move past it - and yet how quickly it can be conjured up, quickly rising right to the surface. I know it will never all go away - and it will forever haunt my dreams - but there are some days - I just feel like me again. I suppose though, until that happens frequently - I am just going to keep reading my books. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5351049563449347499?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5351049563449347499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5351049563449347499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5351049563449347499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5351049563449347499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-ever-left-your-phone-at-home-i.html' title='almost tragic'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-7930241751619894825</id><published>2008-03-03T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:28:46.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How does it work?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*note: anything said here is subject to change at any moment. the views expressed here are not necessarily the views of the writer tomorrow.... probably should not even write them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO I deleted it -- I won't publish such thoughts on the Internet.....because it wouldn't be nice - or kind - but I am very disappointed --- I guess that is all that needs to be said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why things happen. Where different events fit into life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event:&lt;/em&gt; An Older lady snatched her ID from me. (I was not doing anything wrong - she just thought it was a security issue to write down her Id info --- which is it actually a security issue if I don't.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminder:&lt;/em&gt; I am going to work to not be an old Cranky women when I grow older. By realizing now people (meaning banks and/or bankers or other such service industry people) are not out to get you -- I think I can go far in life!!! I mean my life is hopefully going to be much much more pleasant than that poor lady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event:&lt;/em&gt; Dating -- in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization:&lt;/em&gt; I am finding more and more the 'type' of person I would like to marry --- or maybe more so the 'type' of person I DON'T want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event:&lt;/em&gt; Walking to - Watching - and Walking back from Nascar qualifying races. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization 1:&lt;/em&gt; While walking there I learned alot about attitude - and how it determines the experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization 2:&lt;/em&gt; While the cars race around and around and around the track, I realized how this can be us in life. We are racing against the invisible time line. Trying to fit in every possible activity or experience that we can. We are just racing around in circles on a path we think we should be taking - and just when we think we get to the top of the pack, we get just a little too close to the edge and *WHAM* *BAM* *WHOOSH* it is all over --- just like that- in a matter of seconds. You have wrecked your car and are stopped dead in your tracks. as other cars race past you --- you wonder what went wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event:&lt;/em&gt; Listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR5xv3pt7KI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"love song" (by Sara Bareilles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sarabareilles/lovesong.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lyrics found here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posted below are a few lines that stuck out to me the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Head under water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they tell me to breathe easy for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The breathing gets harder, even I know that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today"&lt;br /&gt;"I learned the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under you,&lt;br /&gt;And your twisted words, your help just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm trying to let you hear me as I am"&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to,&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization:&lt;/em&gt; Why would you want to give someone a 'love song' if their heart wasn't in it?? And I guess I have been this girl - as many people can relate with at some point or another. This song is just another reminder to me of what I really want - and how I won't give up "me" to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event: &lt;/em&gt;Teaching my Sunday School Lesson and all the amazing comments and insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization:&lt;/em&gt; The answers to life's hardest question - to finding your way through the darkness -- to dissolving the illusions - are right in front of you! All it takes is a 10 minutes a day - and He will provide the answers. I don't know why - but this is so important to me this week. He gives us everything - and then some -- but Satan just takes it with no reward all our work for naught.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Event:&lt;/em&gt; Reading &lt;u&gt;Screwtape Letters&lt;/u&gt; by C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realization: &lt;/em&gt;This book took me an absurdly long amount of time to read - but it was worth the read. I realized how important it is to keep focus - and how many tricks, devices, and ways they try to fool you with. They are miserable - so why shouldn't we be? they will take virtues and counter-fit them - twisting them to work towards their advantage. And all the while doing this 'the Enemy" (aka God in the book.. since it is from a 'temptor's point of view') is still there fighting just as hard for the salvation of man. But he has the true ways --- not the counter-fit feelings and ideas. While it was not my favorite book to read - it was interesting and I would recommend it to anyone who is interested or thinking about reading it. It is worth your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-7930241751619894825?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/7930241751619894825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=7930241751619894825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7930241751619894825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/7930241751619894825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-does-it-work.html' title='&quot;How does it work?&quot;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-5962452017601002165</id><published>2008-03-01T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:23:59.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp*</title><content type='html'>oh my ---&lt;br /&gt;I was trying out new layouts last night - and I just noticed that my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; spot --- IS GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a Tragic moment -- I'll have to fix it later --- maybe add some more on there.... shoot dang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -- I am still alive - kicking - and trying to be a chipper as possible. This week was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sleepy - so you will just have to wait for more information! ask questions - and I will answer! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-5962452017601002165?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/5962452017601002165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=5962452017601002165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5962452017601002165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/5962452017601002165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/03/gasp.html' title='*gasp*'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-2784532835147107570</id><published>2008-02-24T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:59:52.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Vs Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Have no fear for givin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have no fear for giving over.&lt;br /&gt;You better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;It's better to say too much,&lt;br /&gt;than never to say what you need to say again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if your hands are shaking,&lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even as the eyes are closin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do it with a heart wide open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Say what you need to say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Say what you need to say - John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the type of person who enjoys group activities. I love being social, hanging out with my friends. If I do not have anything to do - I will throw together an activity, invite my friends and have a smashing good time. I am not afraid to do so! My reasoning -- why should we all just sit at home being bored - when we could all gather together and have a smashing good time doing any random activity that my imagination (or other's) can think of! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this weekend - I went on a date. A real - live - breathing "planned ahead (meaning he called me...) - Paired off - Paid for" -- date. and I had an amazingly fabulous time! Yes - I was quite surprised by this fact - only because in previous first dates (of which I have some experience in...) I have had to pull the conversation along - and the date just drug outtt for-ev-er - because they seemed to have no personality.  Purhaps I made them nervous - or they couldn't relate - or something - but the fact of the matter is there was a time where I just didn't enjoy them. So I rationalized doing 'group activities' more often.  Then I could be with the people I liked -- but with no threat - no dragging - just people being themselves in a 'non-threatening situation'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this one was quite to the contrary - reminding me why I enjoy &lt;em&gt;dates&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For as much as I love hanging out (and I loooove it!) - I like pairing off just as much. There is only so much you can get to know about a person in a group. But one-on-one &lt;em&gt;dates&lt;/em&gt; are much more conducive for getting to know a person - who they really are - their hopes, dreams, cares, dislikes - and such. You can see how you interact with each other - really tell if you are compatible or not. You can see if you can hold a conversation without the interaction and distraction of a million other people. You learn about their family- how they truly feel about subjects - if they are kind to others - if they open the door - how they react to the crazy waiter - to the cold food - to the sold-out movie - to the jerk who cut them off - and if they are even into a 'relationship' at all. You can break through the layers, walls, and find out who they really truly are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes - this is what I learned this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-2784532835147107570?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/2784532835147107570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=2784532835147107570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2784532835147107570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/2784532835147107570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-no-fear-for-givin-in-have-no-fear.html' title='Group Vs Date'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-682192607394837772</id><published>2008-02-19T22:16:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:12:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake engagements and other fun weekend activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In honor of the many weddings and engagements that seem to be occurring around the February holiday season - I thought I would post a story of my own. Hopefully it is as fun as my fellow bloggers and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my friends (B &amp;amp; L) came down from school. They have been dating for about 4 months now - and in BYU-Idaho time -- practically forever! Recently they have had the oh-so-popular-assumed-question "when are you getting engaged" asked by quite a few different friends. This has increased in the recent weeks since they have crossed quite a few milestones in BYU-Idaho culture (3-month anniversary - semester break- and Valentine's Day). Recently they had purchased the infamous "Wal-mart Ring" (&lt;em&gt;aka - cheap- almost real looking - engagement ring - used by un-engaged/married women to deflect creepy-stalker type men who like to hit on you at work or those who like to play pranks on others&lt;/em&gt;). They planned on taking many pictures while in Vegas and then send them to our various friends at school - and theirfriends from home - to feed the rumors! (plus it is just kinda fun - and funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During various times this past weekend - we have taken some such engagement pictures. One such time was at the Las Vegas Temple. It was the happening spot this Sunday evening - with the various tourists and BYU students down for the weekend. Well we got there right before the rush - and so had plenty of time to take the 'fake pictures' - without any on-lookers gawking at the 'exciting moment' - or so we thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had walked around the perimeter of the hlaf of the temple that was accessable spotting various 'prime proposing spots' and were taking a few final picture.  Since I have taken one photography class in my life - I decided that I could get the best shot by stepping into the street and kneeling down - of course risking my life by stepping into the potential oncomming traffic (there really wasn't any traffic on bonanza at the time of the evening--- thank goodness!).  As B- got down on his knees and pretended to ask the question - and I kneeled and started to focus and fram the picture - an unknown on-looker bursts in and exclaims "IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?? Are you for real! Oh my gosh!!!! He's proposing!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if this had been the actual event -- she would have ruined - butchering the moment. All romantic qualities would have been lost - and the moment destroyed forever. (although - it would have made a good story - eventually - perhaps even a second proposal) As we burst into a fit of laughter - (because none of us are good at pretending!) she realized how awkward that moment could have been - and that she truly could have ruined the &lt;em&gt;'hopefully'&lt;/em&gt; once in a lifetime experience! She seemed quite embarrassed -- but was able to laugh about it. As we passed her and her friend other various times during our next 30 min. picture excursion we continued to laugh about the almost disaster. Although - with their help we did have many of the other on-lookers - who were on the other sidewalk - believing that they were indeed engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a fake engagement may seem cruel and weird -- it was alot of fun and made me realize a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I think I would like my engagement to be a private - he &amp;amp; I experience - hopefully no onlookers to ruin the moment.&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't know that there is any 'optimal' spot for proposing... just make sure to have a camera around somewhere ---- because pictures are so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;3) Be careful of on-lookers - they might ruin your moment!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to B &amp;amp; L for coming this weekend and keeping me entertained! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry to any roomies, friends and innocent onlookers whose feelings may have been hurt in the entertainment of the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-682192607394837772?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/682192607394837772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=682192607394837772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/682192607394837772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/682192607394837772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/fake-engagements-and-other-fun-weekend.html' title='Fake engagements and other fun weekend activities'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289726248372448440.post-3229332709893903044</id><published>2008-02-15T13:44:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:05:03.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings Weddings Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just thought you might like an update on my wedding/engagement count for this year/summer:&lt;br /&gt;2 roomies (maps &amp;amp; Lauren)&lt;br /&gt;1 cousin (Jen)&lt;br /&gt;6 friends engaged or will be (told on good authority..being themselves!) - (Jared, Tracy, Sheldon-will be engaged, Alecia-will be engaged, Stephanie, Nate)&lt;br /&gt;1 friend already married - Heather&lt;br /&gt;*and those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head... trust me when I started writing this - there was only 3 friends..... ha ha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;*ps... this only takes into account friends married in 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last summer I had 10 good friends get married -- lets go for 11 this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I know alot of people -- or it's just that time in my life....  both of which are true statements - I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus I went to BYU-Idaho people! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289726248372448440-3229332709893903044?l=smileamber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/feeds/3229332709893903044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289726248372448440&amp;postID=3229332709893903044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3229332709893903044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289726248372448440/posts/default/3229332709893903044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileamber.blogspot.com/2008/02/weddings-weddings-wedding.html' title='Weddings Weddings Wedding'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936346383195195890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oGd6JLEQiYc/R21anbiyqCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RLYwis7Yw_E/S220/Amber_revised.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
