<?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-7776196851651326096</id><updated>2011-08-28T08:11:59.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber's World</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to call this my own personal island.  And yeah Shay, you still aren't invited.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6038813354651970065</id><published>2010-11-11T20:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:08:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hottee of the Holiday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNy8lhSHPLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kp3w7TZXXYI/s1600/dominic-purcell_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538508994534390962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNy8lhSHPLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kp3w7TZXXYI/s200/dominic-purcell_009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT BEGINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's the fun filled game named&lt;br /&gt;"The Hottee of the Holiday"&lt;br /&gt;Send your pix to me via email, txt or blog!  I'll post the top 3 Fav's online and everyone gets to vote on who they think is The Hottee of the Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;We've started early this year!  We're going Nation Wide! Enter as many times as you'd like!  You get bonus points for being in the Picture with your Hottee!  Winner gets a gift card to Chili's!!&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/7776196851651326096-6038813354651970065?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6038813354651970065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6038813354651970065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6038813354651970065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6038813354651970065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2010/11/hottee-of-holiday.html' title='&quot;Hottee of the Holiday&quot;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNy8lhSHPLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kp3w7TZXXYI/s72-c/dominic-purcell_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3277059411506097874</id><published>2010-11-07T22:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:24:48.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novemeber............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNeQylo8UVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wr4CZge7pqU/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537053465647010130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNeQylo8UVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wr4CZge7pqU/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's November already! This year has gone by so quickly.  Maybe that's what happens when so many changes take place in such a short period of time?  I'm no longer at the boys group home, I've gone back to the salon and I started back at UVU.  I'm excited to be back at both! Its a good feeling.  I'm loving my freetime again and I've started searching joyofbaking.com again!  I've also started making more paperdolls on the cricut!  Eve and I had fun creating her fairy/angel with matching pink unicorn that she can fly around on!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3277059411506097874?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3277059411506097874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3277059411506097874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3277059411506097874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3277059411506097874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2010/11/novemeber.html' title='Novemeber............'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TNeQylo8UVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Wr4CZge7pqU/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5924802645013508563</id><published>2010-08-24T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:32:59.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>I think with the wonderful world of Facebook, blogs are becoming less used, that and they took away the common sense factor in making blogs look cute.  What the heck?  How on earth are we supposed to make cute layouts now??  Anyway, my blog is about going back to school.  Yep its that time of year!  I'm ususally the one supporting the Staples commercial where the Dad is flying down the isle on the shopping cart with a big grin singing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year".  I love that commercial!  But this year its a little different!  I'm back in school!  I start tomorrow at UVU, and I'm still singing that fun song!  I'm excited to be back in school.  After a whirlwind summer and trying to figure out what's next on my life road I decided to quit my job and go back to school.  So here I am!  I quit my job and I start school tomorrow!  I'd probably me more nervous if I didn't know this was a really good thing.  My sister thinks its a GREAT thing, she would like me to stop being married to my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5924802645013508563?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5924802645013508563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5924802645013508563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5924802645013508563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5924802645013508563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3180947830483931244</id><published>2010-06-03T08:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:07:53.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death-a-Thon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TAfE9NHAxwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qVn8n0T3vqY/s1600/Tara%27s+Triathlon+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478564027489634050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TAfE9NHAxwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qVn8n0T3vqY/s200/Tara%27s+Triathlon+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TAfEI33AD_I/AAAAAAAAAig/vtcW4hTx4kk/s1600/Tara%27s+Triathlon+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been lucky enough to spend the last week and a half here in Fayetteville, North Carolina! I was shipped out to help Tara with her kids while she did this crazy insane thing they call a Triathalon. Apparently people actually pay big money to not only join this venture but then spend months on months training for it! They start out by swimming in real lake water, then they bike for like a billion miles through really pretty terrain and then if they aren't hospitalized they run until they puke and/or die. And they call this FUN!! They LOVE it!! And I'm so proud of Tara for making it to the finish line! She had a wonderful time and had that great smile of satisfaction! (I usually can get that look with just finishing my first Diet Coke of the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while Tara was enjoying her death-a-thon, her kids and I were at home partying like ROCKSTARS!! No Rules! No Parents! And TONS of Wii Fit Plus!! (And as a side note, my 4 year old nephew, Zona, kicked our trash at almost EVERY game!!)&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/7776196851651326096-3180947830483931244?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3180947830483931244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3180947830483931244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3180947830483931244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3180947830483931244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2010/06/death-thon.html' title='Death-a-Thon!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/TAfE9NHAxwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qVn8n0T3vqY/s72-c/Tara%27s+Triathlon+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2475142860449306768</id><published>2009-07-02T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:37:05.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber is.........</title><content type='html'>sleeping.  Wake me when I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2475142860449306768?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2475142860449306768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2475142860449306768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2475142860449306768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2475142860449306768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/07/amber-is.html' title='Amber is.........'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1062328773065349577</id><published>2009-06-22T07:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:59:11.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brooke!!</title><content type='html'>It is my sister Brooke's birthday!  She is MUCH older than me, like by 15 years I think!  Okay, maybe not that much older.  I can't wait to go visit here this weekend!  She lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexberg&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho but is soon to move to Idaho Falls, which is closer to her work.  Which is kind of sad, I'll miss the Bat Cave that she lives in now.  My favorite memory of my sister Brooke is one at Christmas time when she was in high school.  I had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; stocking that when you pushed the button it would say "Ho, Ho, Ho!  Merry Christmas!".  Well the batteries were dying and so you would get this long drawn out "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hooooo&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Merrrrrry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chrrrrrrriiiiiisstmaaaaaas&lt;/span&gt;!".  Well on Christmas morning, she was sitting back against the wall pulling out presents from the back of the tree when the stocking decided to wish her a Merry Christmas!  She came flying out from behind the tree with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt;, confused look on her face.  I still get tears from laughing so hard at the memory!  Its the only thing that makes me feel better after I hear her say "Tara is my favorite sister, Tracey is my second favorite and I don't have a third".  Happy Birthday Brooke!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1062328773065349577?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1062328773065349577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1062328773065349577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1062328773065349577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1062328773065349577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-brooke.html' title='Happy Birthday Brooke!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7093949436422290032</id><published>2009-06-17T07:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:02:21.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Quiet Moments..........</title><content type='html'>I just finished a hair cut on one of the boys in the group home. He got up early this morning in hopes I could cut his hair before I took him to his Mother's funeral. Its been a sad few days. I found out about his mother on Saturday &amp;amp; he was just told yesterday. It is sad to hear of someone ending their own life by their own hands. I've had several conversations with this kid since hearing about his mother. He's laughed, smiled and joked around with me. Its been weird knowing that his whole world is about to change and that its going to be a while before I see him smile, laugh or joke around again. I never expect these things to affect me much, the reality of the situation is that I didn't know her.  But for whatever reason, this has really made an impact and I'm not quite sure why.  But as I went about cutting his hair and attempted to take his mind off of what the day held for him, I kept going back to how sad it is that this young cute kid, would never be touched by his mother again.  He would never be hugged by her again.  She'd never ruffle his hair again.  And what was even more saddening was the fact that she hadn't done any of these things in months.   And again, the reality of the situation is that this was a blessing in disguise for him.  And as I had all these thoughts running through my head he asked me if it was alright if he just sat with me until it was time to go.  I'm sure I gave him a perplexed look because he followed that up with, its nice to just be able to sit and think around you. &lt;br /&gt;     I know when I was offered this position last summer, that it was where I needed to be.  I have had no doubt that I was meant to be in this home at this time.  This has been one of several quiet moments where I knew this is why I am where I am.  That I was meant to help a lost little spirit find a place where they could think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7093949436422290032?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7093949436422290032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7093949436422290032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7093949436422290032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7093949436422290032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-quiet-moments.html' title='These Quiet Moments..........'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7880667245441921461</id><published>2009-05-26T09:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:47:09.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwJHklDPDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ngw1h0hh8yw/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340153283837377586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwJHklDPDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ngw1h0hh8yw/s200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy May!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the majority of the month of May playing! I went to visit Tara and her family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt;, North Carolina for about a week. Her house is just beautiful! I love her dark hard wood floors! And her big backyard with the huge deck. North Carolina was beautiful, the weather was gorgeous! I'd love to go back and spend more time exploring the area. But we had to get back for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Haley's wedding. We flew home on a HORRIFIC airline, Yeah that's right! I'll say it again! I HATE DELTA!! They lost our luggage and Tara's two dogs!! They're IDIOTS!! Anyway we made it back and our luggage was finally found and we were able to go on with the wedding festivities!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwPNRFAz3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZVvS3OSy7eM/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340159978751709042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwPNRFAz3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZVvS3OSy7eM/s200/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Hayley were married in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Manti&lt;/span&gt; Temple. And then followed up with a reception at The Bungalow in Pleasant Grove. It was a beautiful reception center. They had an indoor area to sit down and eat and then a beautiful garden area where they had a line with both sets of parents and outdoor tables to sit at. Their colors were really fun along with the cake. I arrived a bit late, I know shocking! But in my defense! I did get up at 7:30 am to watch 11 kids and they didn't return to pick up their kids until almost 5 pm. I had to go home and get dolled up. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; less smelly!! But the reception was beautiful. They both looked fantastic and it was fun to meet Hayley's family. After we survived the Wedding we moved right into Piper's Baby Blessing. We left for Logan on Friday afternoon.   And had a fun weekend riding horses, chasing Buffalo and staying off the alfalfa.  Piper's blessing was very inspiring.  She is such a special little &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwSCzerU7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-KPSVu2Aj08/s1600-h/IMG_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163097542480818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwSCzerU7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-KPSVu2Aj08/s200/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl.  Like her sister she was blessed to have a love of animals.  She was blessed with the gift of music in her life and to reach out to her grandmothers to teach and encourage her.  She was also blessed to learn about her ancestors.  To learn about them and find out who they are.  It was a beautiful blessing and wonderful time to spend with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwOaRbYLBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/r1iE-otFuyE/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/7776196851651326096-7880667245441921461?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7880667245441921461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7880667245441921461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7880667245441921461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7880667245441921461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may-i-spent-majority-of-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/ShwJHklDPDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ngw1h0hh8yw/s72-c/IMG_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3346001594827092688</id><published>2009-04-28T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:47:56.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged.......Bugged........Bugged!!</title><content type='html'>This blog isn't going to make any sense at all. But here goes........I think we're all here in this world for each other just as much as for ourselves. How can we find out who we are if we're not helping those around us find out who they are? And how many times have you found yourself knowing the exact thing to say to that exact person at that exact time knowing that you just found a little piece of you in the words you just shared with someone else? I know sometimes I think I know who I am or I have a good glimpse of the person I'm on my way to being, and its usually when I'm focused on trying to help someone else find out who they are. I know I've been given specific tasks to preform in this world and I know that they always revolve around others. And I also know that I've been given the skills and tools in which to preform them with. I know that I am meant to succeed in these tasks. But what happens when you feel you're supposed to help someone and you aren't sure how you're to go about doing that? And what happens if someone else decides to step in and take over that role? And you just don't trust them to be the best person for the task. And you're afraid they'll do more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt; than good. How do you fight over who is supposed to help someone? It seems so weird to me. I know they've stepped in to help because they want to be closer to the person they're helping, but I can't help but feel its all self-serving. And you can't help anyone if you're looking to help yourself or if you have a motive to why you're helping. Is this an area where I need to stand up and not let "helping hands" take over? Have you ever felt like you needed to fight for your role in this world or fight for the position you play in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; life? Is that denying someone else the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to learn and grow themselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3346001594827092688?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3346001594827092688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3346001594827092688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3346001594827092688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3346001594827092688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/04/buggedbuggedbugged.html' title='Bugged.......Bugged........Bugged!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7713965865401749538</id><published>2009-04-16T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:10:55.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hunter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/See1PCsjFZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BNN_muZPjG8/s1600-h/April_May_2007_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325424354415285650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/See1PCsjFZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BNN_muZPjG8/s200/April_May_2007_029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Hunters Birthday!  He's the one on the left in case you don't know who he is!  That's his twin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Broc&lt;/span&gt;, on the right.  They both are so much fun!  They have a lot in common.  They have a love of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;, well any superhero really, they both love their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii's&lt;/span&gt; and they both come off with some of the funniest comments.  I think my favorite comment that Hunter has ever said was "I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt;' Genius".  He is one super cool kid!!  Happy Birthday Hunter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7713965865401749538?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7713965865401749538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7713965865401749538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7713965865401749538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7713965865401749538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-hunter.html' title='Happy Birthday Hunter!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/See1PCsjFZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BNN_muZPjG8/s72-c/April_May_2007_029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5988497276450583267</id><published>2009-04-09T06:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:20:24.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broc's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Sd3nRh1zFTI/AAAAAAAAAho/L7YCPfGZ2os/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664622949602610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Sd3nRh1zFTI/AAAAAAAAAho/L7YCPfGZ2os/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to put this post up last week but once again time has eluded me.  Broc just turned 8 years old!  He is one special kid, and I don't mean that in a Special Ed kind of way.  I got to talk to him on his birthday and he was nice enough to catch me up on all the latest Wii games and all the cool moves to kill your enemies with.  I think it was C,C,Up then Down.  I can't wait to go visit Broc and his family next month!!  Happy Birthday Big Guy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5988497276450583267?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5988497276450583267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5988497276450583267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5988497276450583267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5988497276450583267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/04/brocs-birthday.html' title='Broc&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Sd3nRh1zFTI/AAAAAAAAAho/L7YCPfGZ2os/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6501200050991511831</id><published>2009-03-13T06:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:57:06.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper is Here!</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a picture of Piper to display but I don't.  I finally was able to see her last night.  I was supposed to go up last weekend and spend 3 days with Shad N' Shay but due to Bronchitis and a cracked rib I had to stay home.  But all is good!  I finally met Piper and she is one of the cutest little babies I have ever seen.  She has curly dark brown hair and olive skin and is quiet.  And her sister Eve said I could keep her and she could live at my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6501200050991511831?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6501200050991511831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6501200050991511831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6501200050991511831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6501200050991511831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/03/piper-is-here.html' title='Piper is Here!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4681753444426674527</id><published>2009-03-01T13:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:35:21.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Little Gangster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SaruDLMDQrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bkNc1Vtd9FY/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308316849119904434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SaruDLMDQrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bkNc1Vtd9FY/s200/Picture+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monte is my Favorite Little Gangster of all time!  We were lucky enough to have dinner with him last night.  Of course we took him to Chili's!  He's never been there and we love going there!  Monte has such a special place in my world.  He's the first person I call when I need a translation on any ghetto talk or slang that I don't understand.  He's also the first person I'd call if I ever needed someone bumped off!  Its good to have this kind of connection!!  He has such a big heart and has such an understanding of how important family is.  I've learned so much from him.  And I've had so many laughs with him.  If he could get one question answered it would be "Why did your Mom send you away to live with the Nuns?".  And of course he'd only want to hear the answer from my Mom.  Which he is convinced is NOT dead, contrary to what I tell him.  He never really bought into the whole "My Mom lives in Heaven and I get to dial 1-800-Heaven to talk to her everyday".  He's such a little smarty pants!  Monte is currently getting enrolled in College.  I'm hoping he has the stamina to see himself through Law School, he'll make one AMAZING Lawyer!  He can talk his way out of just about anything and find any kind of loop hole to jump through.  Happy Birthday Monte!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4681753444426674527?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4681753444426674527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4681753444426674527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4681753444426674527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4681753444426674527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-little-gangster.html' title='My Favorite Little Gangster!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SaruDLMDQrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bkNc1Vtd9FY/s72-c/Picture+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2206361922555773169</id><published>2009-02-26T15:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:55:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February.......I must have missed it</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen February?  I can't seem to find it.  Where did it go?  Half my family has birthday's in this month, and I misssed them all.  I made it to Trent's birthday but only long enough to say hello and then goodbye.  And just so everyone knows, I'm sitting in Clinical and we're all on our laptops and I looked over at Allyson and suddenly felt better that she was looking up the latest Celebrity Gossip.  Apparently something is going on with Gwenyth Paltrow's website.  Anyway, February is about gone and I can't remember where it went and if I missed your birthday I'm really sorry.  Sometimes listening to boys talk about how well they're doing in our program drives me nuts.  Especially when they have to read a letter about how well they've done and they keep skipping over words because they can't read their own handwriting.  But on the giggly side, I do love listening to their Therapists rip into them about how ridiculous they sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2206361922555773169?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2206361922555773169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2206361922555773169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2206361922555773169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2206361922555773169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/02/februaryi-must-have-missed-it.html' title='February.......I must have missed it'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6420026352879247266</id><published>2009-02-19T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:55:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Slopes Again!!</title><content type='html'>And back up the mountain we went again! This was my second trip, I had to miss last week due to staff not being responsible enough to show up for their own shift, stupid staff. Anyway, my second trip was good! I didn't do as well as I did the first time up, but that's okay, I was trying to do more tricks this time, like S-turns and traverse something a ruther. But it was fun! I picked up new boots to use and it made a HUGE difference! Hopefully I'll get to go back up tomorrow to practice some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6420026352879247266?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6420026352879247266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6420026352879247266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6420026352879247266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6420026352879247266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-slopes-again.html' title='Down the Slopes Again!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1060215524746261413</id><published>2009-02-09T10:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:53:05.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Slopes!!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was my first time down the slopes on a SnowBoard!  I have to say it was fantastic!!  I made it down the hill without killing myself but what was better was that I made it down without falling!!  It was amazing!  We go back up this Wednesday again and hopefully it'll go as smooth if not smoother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1060215524746261413?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1060215524746261413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1060215524746261413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1060215524746261413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1060215524746261413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-slopes.html' title='Down the Slopes!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7505782966132279133</id><published>2009-01-09T10:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:03:18.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SWePfOo86nI/AAAAAAAAAhU/I0o_NX5Ahks/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289354054038514290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SWePfOo86nI/AAAAAAAAAhU/I0o_NX5Ahks/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me where I'll be one week from today!!  That's right!  I'll be in Florida!  Visiting Tara and her family.  We're going to the Keys.  But I have to tell you I'm more excited to spend the day at DisneyWorld!  We went there two years ago and had a blast!  And just to let you know how excited I really am, I sitting in a Lead Mtg totally ignoring what is being said, so that I can blog about my up coming vacation.  I'm trying to think if anyone other than family and friends know about my blog.  Anyway, I'm really excited and can't wait!  I can't wait to get away from the icky snow, the bratty boys, and my messy room!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7505782966132279133?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7505782966132279133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7505782966132279133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7505782966132279133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7505782966132279133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2009/01/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SWePfOo86nI/AAAAAAAAAhU/I0o_NX5Ahks/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5215399132355765807</id><published>2008-12-18T11:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:20:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Away</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Christmas is a week away!  Thank goodness I went last Saturday to start my shopping!  I never wait this long to do my shopping!  I only have a few more items to pick up and I'm hoping that'll be over the next few days.  I really miss blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5215399132355765807?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5215399132355765807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5215399132355765807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5215399132355765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5215399132355765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-week-away.html' title='One Week Away'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-333243647901972455</id><published>2008-12-17T12:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:41:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Off!!</title><content type='html'>I finally have a day off!  Ask me how I'm spending it!  I slept in, didn't shovel the walks, made a few work phone calls and answered some emails and now I'm baking!  I figured I'd better get it all done now before I get the call to come into work.  Speaking of work, I officially had the worst day ever there last night.  I had a boy tell me to eff off and go home and then was lied to by the one boy that I felt I had the best repore with.  I was so ticked off that I came home early.  I'd like to say I didn't take it personally, but yet here I am blogging about it.  I think the closer we get to Christmas the harder it gets for the boys.  The majority of them don't get to go home for the Holiday and they get so upset and don't know how to handle the anger and disappointment.  I'm torn between having sympathy for them and wanting to drive the bus that runs them over.  Oh! I can make carmel popcorn too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-333243647901972455?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/333243647901972455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=333243647901972455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/333243647901972455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/333243647901972455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day-off.html' title='My Day Off!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6751780714594075146</id><published>2008-12-10T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:56:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys....Boys.....Boys.......Kill Me Now!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've worked like, I don't know, A BILLION hours in the last two weeks.  I think I spend more time at the GH than the boys do.  I can't remember if I have friends, and the only people that look familar are called Mom and Dad.  Yep, I've reverted to being a kid.  And my poor puppies give me that sad "take me with you" look as I dash out of the house.  And I'm afraid Christmas is going to pass me by.  And we decided to pick names this year.  I really hope Aaron likes cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6751780714594075146?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6751780714594075146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6751780714594075146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6751780714594075146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6751780714594075146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/12/boysboysboyskill-me-now.html' title='Boys....Boys.....Boys.......Kill Me Now!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6073493155464324069</id><published>2008-11-10T12:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:20:58.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SRiIXS1nfyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TutsanHfiRo/s1600-h/p026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267109697984888610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SRiIXS1nfyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TutsanHfiRo/s200/p026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started watching the last few episodes of MI-5 season 5, I think its season 5. But I forgot how cute Rupert Penry-Jones is! So today I added his picture. And now I want to go watch North &amp;amp; South, not the one with ugly Patrick Swayze but with the really cute British Guy! And as a side note, I'd like to say thank you to Kim for introducing us to the HOT British North &amp;amp; South Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7776196851651326096-6073493155464324069?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6073493155464324069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6073493155464324069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6073493155464324069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6073493155464324069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/11/noting-really.html' title='Nothing Really'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SRiIXS1nfyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TutsanHfiRo/s72-c/p026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5603237547884231634</id><published>2008-10-12T23:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:39:48.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Brooke!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We headed up to Idaho this weekend to visit Brooke and to continue to celebrate Aaron's birthday. We had a really fun weekend! We went to the Texas Road House in Idaho Falls, this is Aaron's favorite! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256508491388013442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SPLen2wBy4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/EjHk_yYD2cM/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter was a bit of an idiot, but then again so was the hostess, but the food was really good!  I couldn't get our waiter to understand that we needed a TON of limes.  I'm not even really sure how I got ahold of this lemon, but I do remember NOT having enough limes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5603237547884231634?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5603237547884231634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5603237547884231634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5603237547884231634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5603237547884231634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/10/visiting-brooke.html' title='Visiting Brooke!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SPLen2wBy4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/EjHk_yYD2cM/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3277663806562234979</id><published>2008-10-09T23:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:33:23.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaron!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SO7oCrS5WGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_C0KZSXb8G4/s1600-h/Broc___Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255392947867310178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SO7oCrS5WGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_C0KZSXb8G4/s200/Broc___Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Aaron's Birthday!! He's finally 25!  Which means his auto insurance is going to go down!  Wha-Hooooo!!  For Aaron's birthday we invited the crew over for cheesecake at midnight (cuz that's when we all finally roll on home).  We all had a good time and the cheesecake was yummy!  I'd like to tell you what my brother Aaron is like, but I think his shirt says it all.  Love You Aaron!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3277663806562234979?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3277663806562234979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3277663806562234979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3277663806562234979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3277663806562234979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaron!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SO7oCrS5WGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_C0KZSXb8G4/s72-c/Broc___Aaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6377296009060317917</id><published>2008-10-08T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:21:13.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Don</title><content type='html'>Remember when I had time to blog? And I did it all the time?  I miss my blogging time.  So remember when I started my new position at the Boys Group Home?  And people started putting my picture on milk cartons?  Apparently I went missing.  I'm still not sure I've been found.  But anyway, when I first started, all my co-workers hated me.  I was pretty confident that they all wanted to stab me in my sleep, especially Don.  He hated me like hate was the new 31 Flavor Ice Cream and everyone had to have a taste.  Hate...........Me............Tons.  Sad times.  Well, Don has been on vacation this last week.  He went to Boston to meet his 2 half sisters that he has never met before.  He was extremely excited.  So&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was extremely excited to hear how the vacation went and to hear all about his sisters.  So I got to work yesterday and walked into the office and he was there with Erin, Allyson and Kate.  And as I walked through the door I had this fluffy brown thing tossed at me.  And Don says "Here I just wanted to give you something for being so nice to me".  Now I was completely taken off guard by this statement and by the cute Boston Brown Bear I was holding in my hands.    Things have gotten so much better than those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; 2 months I started with the boys, and I've come to not only appreciate Don but depend on him for so many things.  But did I really expect to receive a Boston Bear from him that he picked up on his vacation?  NO WAY!!  My three co-workers were a bit shocked and impressed.  And when they said something to Don he said "She does a lot of nice things for me, she's my really good friend".  It took almost 3 hours to pick me up off the floor.  So I'm happy to say, that I have a new friend!  And I never would have believed it would be Don!  And in true friendship I wanted to let Don know how much I appreciated him and his friendship, so we took the boys to a Haunted House this evening and I threw him under the bus!  Yep!  I made him be my human shield!  I made him stand between me and all the crazy freaky psycho clowns.  It was a good time had by all!  And I'm happy to say, I was not the only one screaming like a little girl, nor was I even the best at screaming like a little girl!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, teenage boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6377296009060317917?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6377296009060317917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6377296009060317917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6377296009060317917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6377296009060317917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-friend-don.html' title='My Friend Don'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5736946904629310025</id><published>2008-07-22T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:48:41.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did I go??</title><content type='html'>Okay I know I've been neglectful.  And for those of you who don't know the reason why, well here it is..........Work.  I know, I know, lame reason for disappearing off the face of blogging.  But let me break it down as to what that really means.  I started working for a company in Utah that works with troubled youth back in October.  I've been working at a Girls Group Home.  Well at the end of May I was asked to move up to the Draper Boys Group Home and be the Assistant Home Supervisor, I know fancy title.  What exactly does that mean?  That means I work 40 hours of over time every week.  But I say that with a smile on my face, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I really do like my job.  I came into the boys home knowing that there were some issues that would be difficult for me to deal with, but yet knowing that I would be up for the challenge.  So what exactly do I do?  I help mold boys with behavioral issues.  That means I go with them to court dates, therapy meetings and help them figure out life on a day to day basis.  I'm the person they get to vent their grievances to, and I really do like it.  That and a TON of paperwork.  Files, Files Files!!  That's my job.  I can honestly say I've had more fun working with the boys than I did with the girls, yep, less drama.  And its been fun seeing the inside of the boys thought processes, especially when it comes to what they think about girls.  So even though I've only had one day off in 30, I can say I still really like my job and I think that it was the best thing for me to take on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5736946904629310025?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5736946904629310025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5736946904629310025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5736946904629310025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5736946904629310025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-i-go.html' title='Where did I go??'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5148389623561605015</id><published>2008-06-24T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:36:22.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aubrey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SGHWUuQO7zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZunOaYnbt-o/s1600-h/0708071930a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685494973591346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SGHWUuQO7zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZunOaYnbt-o/s200/0708071930a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to see Aubrey turn 5!!  I can't believe she's that old! And I can't wait to take her to Chili's for her Birthday, when she gets to Utah next month.  We had so much fun with her in March on our Girls Day Out.  It was so fun to watch her order her lunch and be such a Grown Up Girl about it.    Just some fun FYI's about Aubrey.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES Hannah Montanah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES Make Up, (especially if it has glitter in it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES Purses and Shoes and Doing Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES Music and LOVES to sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES having her finger and toe nails painted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She LOVES her Uncle Dahl, (but not as much as she LOVES me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND.........SHE LOVES ELLIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Aubrey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Our Love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie, Maxx &amp;amp; Me =)&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/7776196851651326096-5148389623561605015?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5148389623561605015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5148389623561605015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5148389623561605015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5148389623561605015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-aubrey.html' title='Happy Birthday Aubrey!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SGHWUuQO7zI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZunOaYnbt-o/s72-c/0708071930a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8729777753963643042</id><published>2008-06-23T00:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:16:56.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Brooke!!</title><content type='html'>It's Brooke's Birthday!  I got her the coolest gift, and I'd tell you what it is but I haven't sent it to her yet and I can't give it away before she gets it!  But I know she's going to love it! I was supposed to go up and visit her last week but because of my new job offer and the training that needed to be done before I started, well I couldn't take the time off after all.  Which is why her present wasn't sent to her.  Hopefully Ill get it in the mail in the morning.  Here are some of my favorite Brooke Moments..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When I was 7 years old Brooke was watching TBS Superstations Night Tracks and she was kicking her leg back and forth and a Madonna video came on, she immediately said "I hate Madonna" and kicked her leg out and landed on her butt.  I couldn't stop laughing and told her that she shouldn't say she hates people, Karma doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It was Christmas Time and I was given this talking Stocking.  It said "Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas".  We had pushed the button so much that the battery was dying.  It finally had stopped working all together.  On Christmas Morning Brooke was pulling out presents from behind the tree and sat right next to the stockings.  All of a sudden she comes flying out from behind the tree with this look of panic on her face.  We weren't sure what was wrong and then all of a sudden we her this long drowned out "Hooooo Hooooo Hooooo Meeeerrrrrrry Christmmmmaaaaassss!".  It was so low and freaky sounding and Brooke thought for sure the Exorcist was after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One night I was in my room doing some homework when I started hiccuping.  Normally not a big deal, but I sound like a cracked out mouse.  Brooke came in and started talking to me and right in the middle of her sentence she yells in my face!  I was so startled that my hiccups went away.  She told me that she's always wanted to try scaring the hiccups out of someone.  It worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think my favorite memory of Brooke took place before the Orem house was remodeled.  We had this tiny kitchen.  And it shared a wall with the stairs that went to the basement.  We had a grate that was on the wall that you could hear into the kitchen with.  One day I was coming up the stairs and I could hear Brooke in the kitchen.  I immediately started talking through the grate telling Brooke to let me out of the fridge that it was cold.  She couldn't figure out where I was or how I was talking to her but she was too smart to fall for the whole being stuck in the fridge gag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Brooke is one of my favorite partners in crime.  If I'm up to No Good, I know that Brooke will be right there with me.  I love that she supports my wacky sense of adventure and is laughing with me the whole time we're plotting our next "accident".  I'll always love the green Aliens on Tara's feet and will always credit Brooke for my start in the world of Mischief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8729777753963643042?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8729777753963643042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8729777753963643042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8729777753963643042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8729777753963643042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-brooke.html' title='Happy Birthday to Brooke!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6249632755800724623</id><published>2008-06-20T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:45:23.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PARENTS ARE HOME!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, really I don't know who was more excited to see Tara and Billy!  I think it might have been me!  Yes I think I might have ran to the stairs to greet them too.  Only I think I grabbed their luggage where the kids grabbed their parents.  I think at that point I might have thought, "If I grab their luggage then that means they have to come home with us!!!".  After Tara being gone for 2 weeks,  and me trying to train for my new job, I might have lost my mind somewhere.  I honestly don't know how single working parents do it!  I can't tell you how many times I was afraid I left the kids somewhere when I should have picked them up or I thought they were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house, only to find them at my own.  I'm not kidding my mind is lost!  (No, I haven't quite put out posters for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retrieval&lt;/span&gt; of my mind...yet).  So to all those single working parents!  GOOD LUCK!! I did it for about 3 weeks and I'm not in a hurry to EVER do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6249632755800724623?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6249632755800724623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6249632755800724623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6249632755800724623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6249632755800724623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/06/parents-are-home.html' title='THE PARENTS ARE HOME!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5847797793225520996</id><published>2008-05-29T13:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:21:15.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SD7_j2TTDII/AAAAAAAAAWg/JQ7uLz9VRLo/s1600-h/Iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205879210623831170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SD7_j2TTDII/AAAAAAAAAWg/JQ7uLz9VRLo/s200/Iron+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the kids to see Iron Man last night. I had already seen this movie and thought it was a great and thought the kids would love to watch it. And they did. But what they loved even more than seeing Iron Man fly around with jets or Tony Starks amazing tools, were the previews before the movie. We saw a preview for the new Batman, which Zona announced&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SD8BG2TTDJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wvXa6uQm70w/s1600-h/002380204451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205880911430880402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SD8BG2TTDJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wvXa6uQm70w/s200/002380204451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loudly to the whole theatre "THAT'S BATMAN! HE CAN FLY!". And then Ireland followed that up with "That Joker scares me!". Broc just loved the whole thing. After the Batman Preview we saw the preview for The Incredible Hulk. And again Zona announced who that was, only it sounded more like "THAT'S THE HULF!". And when the bad guy came on the screen to battle The Hulk Broc jumped out of his seat and started Ohhhing.  I'm not sure when this movie comes to theatres, I know its sometime this summer, but I'm sure Billy will have fun taking Broc to see it.  I was worried that Zona might have a hard time sitting through some of the parts of Iron Man, but he did really well.  There was only one part where he sat up and asked where the tools were and what they were doing.  And he now NEEDS a new BIGGER hammer like the one on Iron Man.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5847797793225520996?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5847797793225520996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5847797793225520996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5847797793225520996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5847797793225520996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='Iron Man'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SD7_j2TTDII/AAAAAAAAAWg/JQ7uLz9VRLo/s72-c/Iron+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6407197485781800520</id><published>2008-05-16T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:42:40.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, Poor Tara!</title><content type='html'>So today we did our weekly trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt;.  Tara and I have her three little wee ones and boy are they just enjoying this shopping trip!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Broc&lt;/span&gt; and Ireland remind me so much of Tara and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shadd&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, we go through the gardening area for some new flowers to plant in the flower bed, we go through the toy section so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zona&lt;/span&gt; can get a new gun to break over his brothers head again and then we go to the grocery section for milk and a yummy treat.  As Tara goes to grab a treat for the kids, she bends over and we hear this ripping sound.  I tried so hard to NOT laugh.  I really did!  But the look on her face and her squeal of "Oh Man!  My favorite pants!!", I couldn't keep my laugh inside my head.  I laughed so hard I had tears coming out of my eyes.  I couldn't answer her when she asked how bad of a rip it was.  Honestly, I'm still laughing as I'm typing this!  I really did feel bad for her, I just thought it was so funny!  She had this look on her face of "Of course I split my pants!  My kids are out of control, My sister looks and acts half dead and the last thing I really wanted was a hole in my pants!".  But on the bright side, she did buy a really cute skirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6407197485781800520?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6407197485781800520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6407197485781800520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6407197485781800520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6407197485781800520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/05/poor-poor-tara.html' title='Poor, Poor Tara!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1035732310316397219</id><published>2008-05-11T17:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:07:04.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCeHHuWXZBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7-oYCohuIwA/s1600-h/whathappensinvegas_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199272861593199634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCeHHuWXZBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7-oYCohuIwA/s200/whathappensinvegas_galleryteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I have ever laughed so hard during a movie!  From the moment she was dumped by her fiance to the last credits, I laughed!  My favorite part is at the end during the credits when they ring the ex-finace's door.  I won't give it away, but it was hilarious!  I'm glad Erin, Tara &amp;amp; Gina made me go see it.  I did want to bail out and just go to bed.  (Someone may have been up til 3 in the morning playing tennis on the Wii).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1035732310316397219?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1035732310316397219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1035732310316397219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1035732310316397219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1035732310316397219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens in Vegas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCeHHuWXZBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7-oYCohuIwA/s72-c/whathappensinvegas_galleryteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6733278328171514744</id><published>2008-05-06T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:36:28.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCEUsclK6qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/69VzZPhsUZg/s1600-h/hilary_swank5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197458198781160098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCEUsclK6qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/69VzZPhsUZg/s200/hilary_swank5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!  Its that special day we've all been looking forward to since last December!  P.S. I Love You is now on DVD and I am now the proud new owner of my very own copy.  Why yes I am very excited!  And thanks to one of my OLDER sisters, Brooke, I will be able to put it on my IPod (Thanks for the IPod Dad!!).  I just love family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6733278328171514744?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6733278328171514744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6733278328171514744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6733278328171514744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6733278328171514744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/05/yep-its-that-special-day-weve-all-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SCEUsclK6qI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/69VzZPhsUZg/s72-c/hilary_swank5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5167283222235458426</id><published>2008-04-28T00:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:21:03.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Chinese</title><content type='html'>Okay, so about a month ago I took two of the GHG's (Group Home Girls) to the Doctor. They were there for their Well-Child Check-ups. As we were leaving the Dr asked if he could examine my throat, odd-but okay. He then asked me if I had a thyroid problem. I said, not that I was aware of, which he responded to with "You should have it checked by your Dr". I'll admit, this brought on a new sense of panic for me. I have no idea what happens or what to look for when dealing with a faulty thyroid. So I came home and immediately went to &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt;. I typed in thyroid and found exactly what I was looking for......trouble. Out of 10 symptoms to look for, I clearly had 9 and possibly 10. So what the heck?? How did he know I had a thyroid problem? Well the first indicator was that I looked like crap. I think the second indicator was that I have suddenly taken on a lovely yellowish tone. The third might have been the excessive baggage I seem to be carrying under my eyes. And if none of those were clues it just might be the puffiness of my face and butt! So what can be done about a defective thyroid? Get medicated! Which I'm sure I'll be doing here soon. I just need to find the time to schedule an appointment. Until then, my eyes will still look as though they have packed for a 3 month vacation, my face and butt will continue to look as though I've been stung by a bee and can't find the Benadryl. And that lovely skin tone called yellow will just be mistaken for a cheap brand of sunless tanner.  And to top it all off!  I've been craving Chinese food!  (What am I pregnant too??)  What's the big deal with that you might ask?  Well, I don't like Chinese food!  It makes me ill!  No really, I get ill.  So what did I do on Friday night?  I gave into the craving and ate the Chinese food.  Within 4 hours, my body let me know how much it truly hates Chinese food.  And it hasn't been happy with me for the last 2 days.  Remember on the movie A League of Their Own?  When Madonna poisons their chaperon?  And the Dr said he never knew a woman to puke that much?  I could have given her a run for her money.  So what does that have to do with my thyroid?  I'm not really sure, but I bet its lack of functionality is making me crave The Dreaded Chinese!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5167283222235458426?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5167283222235458426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5167283222235458426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5167283222235458426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5167283222235458426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreaded-chinese_28.html' title='The Dreaded Chinese'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8929037577296346212</id><published>2008-04-26T17:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:21:24.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SBO5AclK6oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9kO4bAKXo_g/s1600-h/Tara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193698212611549826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SBO5AclK6oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9kO4bAKXo_g/s200/Tara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Tara is going to just love me for posting this picture. (Don't Do Drugs Kids!! This is what happens when you're on morphine for 4 days straight). So why was my sister on morphine for 4 straight days you wonder? Well, because my sister chose to give the gift of life. Tara went in on Tuesday April 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to donate her kidney to her dear friend Alvin. &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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SBO6Y8lK6pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/td1NCEBPQj0/s1600-h/Alvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193699733029972626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SBO6Y8lK6pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/td1NCEBPQj0/s200/Alvin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvin has been on dialysis for several years and has gone through 54 donors.  He was hospitalized earlier this year for 6 weeks, and his wife Candice knew that if they didn't find a donor soon, it would be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara soon learned that she was a match for Alvin and the surgery was scheduled.  After a day of grueling patience, tolerance and prayer we were finally told that everything went well.  Tara's kidney was transplanted in Alvin and it immediately began working.  Tara spent 3 hours in recovery and was then brought to her room.  She really struggled with this hospital stay.  She was struggling to breathe and was in some intense pain for the first few days.  We struggled with the nursing staff to do their jobs correctly and really struggled with the lack of communication the whole medical staff seemed to suffer from.  I have never seen a hospital floor run so inadequately, it was rather horrifying knowing that my sister's life dangled in their incompetent hands.  Once we were finally able to get Tara to a stable point we asked for her immediate release.  And again, this seemed to be too much for the nursing staff to handle.  But once we were able to put the nightmare behind us and Tara came home, her recovery has been making leaps and bounds.  As for Alvin, his recovery seemed to be advancing faster than Tara's and it was wonderful to see the immediate difference the kidney made in his life.  Everyday he looked better and better.  To see such the difference this made in his life is just humbling. &lt;br /&gt;     I have always known that Tara was a special gift that the Lord placed in my life.  That I needed her loving spirit to help guide me along.  I take her for granted.  I'm so accustomed to always having her in my life, and it never surprises me when she puts others before herself.  But this donating a kidney experience has really opened my eyes to how many people in this world don't know what its like to have such a selfless spirit always around.  So many times we heard from people what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; giving person Tara is for doing this transplant, and how they wouldn't be able to it themselves.  I caught myself saying (in my head of course) well Duh!  Tara would do anything to serve others.  But looking at this from an outsiders eyes, it has really opened mine to see how many people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; couldn't do such a selfless act.  I know Tara, this is who she is, this is what her spirit is built upon, its why my life has always been so blessed to have her in it.  So I need to say Thank You to Alvin and Tara.  Thank you for teaching me that everyone here in this world has a specific plan that has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mapped&lt;/span&gt; out for them, designed for them by the Lord, to teach and test them.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; was a specific task the Lord set up for Tara  and Alvin to go through.  And it was so amazing to see Tara follow through and do what was asked of her and do it with such a loving heart.  How grateful I am to have such an amazing example to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8929037577296346212?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8929037577296346212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8929037577296346212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8929037577296346212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8929037577296346212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/04/gift-of-life.html' title='The Gift of Life'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/SBO5AclK6oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9kO4bAKXo_g/s72-c/Tara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3100269296489682600</id><published>2008-04-08T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:04:01.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with Ireland</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Wal-mart with Ireland.  I always love shopping with Ireland!!  She has the best chitter-chatter.  Today she told me all about how her brother Broc doesn't like to be called Broccoli and she thinks that's funny.  So I asked her if she wanted me to start calling her Carrots.  She said "UH!!  Noooooh!!".  I said I could call Zona Asparagus if that made her feel better.  She asked "What's Asparagus?" and I told her its a cross between Broccoli and Carrots.  She put a funny look on her face and said "I think that's what my next sister is going to be."  I just love having these conversations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3100269296489682600?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3100269296489682600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3100269296489682600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3100269296489682600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3100269296489682600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping-with-ireland.html' title='Shopping with Ireland'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1969656604973384828</id><published>2008-04-03T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:33:06.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Broc!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R_W7fumi_LI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l33U3ILWPV4/s1600-h/January+08%27+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185256699747040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R_W7fumi_LI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l33U3ILWPV4/s200/January+08%27+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Broc!!  Want to know how cool this kid is?  Here are a few of his favorite things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;GhostRider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TMNT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Superman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Flash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His New Bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Clubhouse in the tree in the front yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temporary Tattoo's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push-Up Pop's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smores for Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His little brother Zona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Want to know some of his dislikes?  Here ya go!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;His sister Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Max eating his food out of his hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaning the living room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daylight Savings (he has to go to bed when the sun is still up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying indoors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broc is one cool kid!!  I hope you have an awesome Birthday Big Guy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We love you!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Max, Ellie and Me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1969656604973384828?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1969656604973384828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1969656604973384828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1969656604973384828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1969656604973384828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-broc.html' title='Happy Birthday Broc!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R_W7fumi_LI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l33U3ILWPV4/s72-c/January+08%27+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8449019682957965259</id><published>2008-03-28T23:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:52:27.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>Well okay I actually got back from Texas on Tuesday, its just taken me this long to actually sit down and blog.  So here's Texas..........Our trip started off with us having a lay over in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;.  We're getting off the plane and on our way to the next leg of our flight and we're talking about a friend that is in Vegas for her vacation.  So Erin, lovingly says "That Whore!", and the guy in front of us checking his messages turns around and asks "Who's my girlfriend?".  I couldn't stop laughing (as I point at Erin).  So we find our next gate and decide to grab something to eat, as we're on our way to Chili's we pass this very nice looking lady that has no arms, but a really nice green shoulder bag.  This raised all sorts of questions for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; Erin.  And luckily we were able to voice those questions later in the car.  So we have dinner, grab our next flight and arrive in Austin at 11:35 pm.  And Yeah for us!!  My Mom and Kim are there to pick us up!  I was so excited to see them that I started doing my Happy Dance, which I was even more excited to see that Kim was joining in on!  And the guy waiting to pick up his luggage enjoyed the free show.  So we leave the airport and head to my Aunt's house for the night, this is the part where we started asking all the no armed lady questions.  We get to Aunt Lita's and Taylor and Chase are still awake playing Madden Football.  They were excited to see me but really wanted to see Max, who unfortunately had to stay home.  So we finally go to bed and about 6 o'clock in the morning my Aunt pops her head in and says "I'm glad you're here and I'm off to work".  I go back to bed and sleep until mid-morning.  We eventually left Austin and head to my parents home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Killeen&lt;/span&gt;.  We stopped at a fun little Outlet Strip-Mall, but thought the prices weren't so Outlet.  We get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Killeen&lt;/span&gt; and get ready for Institute.  The next 5 days can pretty much be summed up like this........got up went shopping, took a nap, went shopping, took a nap, went shopping, took another nap.  What?  We're in the car?  Cool!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nap time&lt;/span&gt;!!  I'm Out!  What? We're at the Mall?  Cool!  Go time!!  I do have to say that Thursday was a really fun day!  All the girls went shopping and had lunch at Chili's.  My favorite part was watching Miss Aubrey order her lunch.  She was so polite and so excited to get a Corn Dog.  She did have a hard time deciding between the pizza and corn dog, but in the end the corn dog won!  I was so glad to be able to spend some time with Kim and her Family.  She has the coolest most polite kids ever!  Good Job Kim!!  I was really happy to spend some time with my parents.  Its nice being able to talk to them on the phone, but there's just something about being right there with them that always lifts your spirits.  It was nice to see Trent again!  He showed up on Wednesday night and left with Blayne and Kim to Oklahoma.  I had some fun doing his Texas Longhorns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparel&lt;/span&gt; shopping.  Hope the kids like what I picked out!!  Oh Hey Mom, if you're reading this, I should have picked up that Short Sleeved Polo Texas Longhorns Shirt in Corpus Cove (??) at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  If you find yourself over there would you pick up the orange one with the white stripe for Trent and bring it with you to Utah next month?  Thanks!!  All in all it was a really great vacation!  It was exactly what I needed!  So to Mom and Dad, thank you for letting us invade!  To Blayne, Kim and Co, thanks for staying a few extra days so we could hang out!  To Trent, I'll do your shopping anytime!!    I had a great time!!  (And just so you know, Ellie missed me a TON!!  Tara said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; come out of her room for 3 days and she didn't stop licking my face for 20 minutes!  Max missed me too, but he waited to show it until today, he wouldn't leave my side.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zona&lt;/span&gt; missed me a bit, he spent the next 2 days sitting on my lap calling me "Amber-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bamber&lt;/span&gt;".  Ireland missed me, but I think mostly because she was tired of taking care of the dogs, but she liked her really cool princess watch!!  I'm not sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Broc&lt;/span&gt; knew I was gone.  But he LOVES his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; tattoo's, yep all 48 of them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;.  And I think Tara missed me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she really needed a nap!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8449019682957965259?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8449019682957965259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8449019682957965259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8449019682957965259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8449019682957965259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1234673855660587050</id><published>2008-03-22T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:56:29.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Killeen, Texas</title><content type='html'>Yep, we made it to Killeen!  Alive and Well.  And the weather is WONDERFUL!!  I think we're at 80 degrees this morning.  But I can't really stay and say much, I have some laundry to go grab and I need to download some pictures, so stay tuned in...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1234673855660587050?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1234673855660587050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1234673855660587050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1234673855660587050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1234673855660587050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/killeen-texas.html' title='Killeen, Texas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1975711412235764138</id><published>2008-03-14T00:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:26:42.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Charlie</title><content type='html'>At work tonight we had some free time, the girls actually went to bed on time.  (It could have had something to do with the fact that I made them run 3 miles on the track this afternoon, hehehehe).  Anyway, we started watching YouTube and I could not stop laughing at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1975711412235764138?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1975711412235764138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1975711412235764138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1975711412235764138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1975711412235764138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-little-charlie.html' title='Cute Little Charlie'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8425960088983670860</id><published>2008-03-11T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:21:00.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess with Ireland</title><content type='html'>Ireland asked me to play chess with her today.  I said sure and the game begins.  So far, I think I'm loosing.  I'm not really sure.  But I do know that you have to kick the other guys in order to win and she keeps kicking my guys.  I also know I'm loosing cuz I don't wait for the magical pony to say its my turn, so then I loose a turn.  So in about 4 minutes, Ireland has won the game.  So what were the rules again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8425960088983670860?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8425960088983670860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8425960088983670860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8425960088983670860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8425960088983670860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/chess-with-ireland.html' title='Chess with Ireland'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3905326558370752396</id><published>2008-03-10T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:07:26.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking We Ago............</title><content type='html'>So today at the group home, I had a special guest speaker come in.  Kandice Carter, she's 18, running for Miss Orem and has had a really rough year.  She spoke to the girls about how she's suffered from a number of different mental issues and has tried to commit suicide twice in the last year.  She told of how she finally had to just deal with the fact that no one was going to be able to help her, other than herself.  She told of how she had really low self-esteem and that she dated a guy that only made her feel worthless.  She was really amazing to listen to.  She did a great job speaking with the girls and explaining what her platform for Miss Orem is all about.  So after hearing this wonderful speaker, we had dinner and I then took them to the Provo Trail and made them hike 7 miles.  It was AWESOME, cold but AWESOME!!  I wore them out!  We came home made some cinnamon toast and hot chocolate (I actually made hot chocolate from scratch) and then put them to bed.  I have to say that this was the best day I've had at the group home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3905326558370752396?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3905326558370752396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3905326558370752396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3905326558370752396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3905326558370752396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/hiking-we-ago.html' title='Hiking We Ago............'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6302657852190244246</id><published>2008-03-07T14:47:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:08:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchbox Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R9Hm-55_5YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Qrwq0V7G18M/s1600-h/ail0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175171415195772290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R9Hm-55_5YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Qrwq0V7G18M/s200/ail0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!! I saw Matchbox Twenty last night! Hello Rob Thomas! Our night started out with me picking up all the groupies and heading to the E-Center. We're all hungry so we stop at Chili's where I ordered the yummy Ceasar Salad Pita. We get our checks and pay (and some cheap-o didn't leave Jordan a tip!) and then leave for the concert. Gretchen, (who rocks!!), picked up our tickets at Will Call and we head into the concert. The first act, which I can't even remember their name, was beyond weird. They started jumping on the piano and busting up their drums, it was really bizzare. Then Alanis started, and again very weird! I like her music, but her concert was beyond me. I didn't get what she was doing and I kept texting Gretchen so she could explain it to me. At one point Alanis was spoofing Fergie, again, beyond me. Then MB20 came on! Wha-Hoo!! I love watching Rob in concert! He does one great show!! He played on his piano this time, which was awesome! My favorite song of the night was Bright Lights, (Rob played the piano). And Paul sang a song that Rob originally sang, I can't remember which one, I lost concentration because some lady started breast feeding her baby at this point. Okay, really? What parent brings a baby to a concert and then needs to breast feed? Gross! And if that wasn't enough of a distraction, we had the 40-something drunk white trashers in front of us. At one point they turned around and told us that this was a concert and that we needed to act like we were at one. (Uh thanks for the news flash?) I hurried and moved Erin and Kate away before we had an all girl smack down right there on the balcony. Bless the Peace Makers!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183127571588514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R9Hxop5_5aI/AAAAAAAAAVo/e6jJKz7FFjU/s200/ail0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We moved and it just happened to be over to where I think their boyfriends/husbands were sitting. Which was kind of a joke and I can see why they spend their time drunk and away from their husbands. I think they might swap husbands too, and teams. They were weird. But back to the concert! MB20 played a lot of their new songs which was really fun and they ended their encore with one of our all time fave's, Push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175184046694589874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R9HyeJ5_5bI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6ajvtFYJDXA/s200/dsc3319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By far, the best Matchbox concert I've been too. Wish they would have let Rob play some of his songs, but understandable (it'd break the band, and they just worked out their "issues"). And just in case Miss Sawyer asks anyone...................I AM THE BAND!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6302657852190244246?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6302657852190244246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6302657852190244246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6302657852190244246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6302657852190244246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/matchbox-twenty.html' title='Matchbox Twenty'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R9Hm-55_5YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Qrwq0V7G18M/s72-c/ail0762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2962081898377037236</id><published>2008-03-03T23:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:00:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8zxkq4qCEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CGQHnXZdTHA/s1600-h/Persuasion_(2007)(TV).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173775684231366722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8zxkq4qCEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CGQHnXZdTHA/s200/Persuasion_(2007)(TV).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so when Kim asked me if I had seen this version of Persuasion I had no idea that I really NEEDED to see this version of Persuasion.  I loved this movie!  I loved it as much if not more than I love North and South.  Soooo, once again!  Thanks Kim!!  I love your taste in movies!  Please feel free to send any others that you like my way.  And Dibs on Wentworth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2962081898377037236?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2962081898377037236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2962081898377037236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2962081898377037236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2962081898377037236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/bbc-rocks.html' title='BBC Rocks!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8zxkq4qCEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CGQHnXZdTHA/s72-c/Persuasion_(2007)(TV).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4144133889658280346</id><published>2008-03-02T15:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:43:10.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really</title><content type='html'>So I haven't anything exciting to say, other than yesterday I was supposed to go into work and I was told I could have the night off.  How wonderful is that?  I was so excited!!  I ended up doing some hair.  But man was it nice to have the night off!  I ended up spending 42 minutes in the Taco Bell drive thru line with Erin and then we went over to grab some glue at Robert's.  I came back home and fixed Erin's hair and then put some dark back into my own.  It was a great night off!  And today in Sunday School, that one annoying seminary teacher that never shuts up, only spoke 3 times, and I actually liked his third comment on how a King would save a man that was condemned to death by putting his rob over him.  So the phrase "I've got you covered" comes from this action.  I thought it was cool, even though it came from one of the most annoying men the world has ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4144133889658280346?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4144133889658280346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4144133889658280346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4144133889658280346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4144133889658280346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-really.html' title='Nothing Really'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3964329554545160228</id><published>2008-02-26T22:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:47:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Here We Come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8T4jHo4e0I/AAAAAAAAASA/w9KoofzGY-4/s1600-h/header01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171531554357803842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8T4jHo4e0I/AAAAAAAAASA/w9KoofzGY-4/s200/header01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official!! I'll be in Texas March 18th thru the 25th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, I'll catch up on some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, we'll see some nice Spring weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, Erin will find the man of her dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and just a side note, I left work early tonight!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3964329554545160228?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3964329554545160228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3964329554545160228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3964329554545160228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3964329554545160228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/texas-here-we-come.html' title='Texas Here We Come!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8T4jHo4e0I/AAAAAAAAASA/w9KoofzGY-4/s72-c/header01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3273071101887725998</id><published>2008-02-25T11:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:09:24.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Winner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8MDH3o4ezI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jKBNIDPgXc8/s1600-h/PROD_1039934_LG.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170980230880852786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8MDH3o4ezI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jKBNIDPgXc8/s200/PROD_1039934_LG.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Avon Lady, Tracy, is AWESOME!!  She left a message on the phone that said I won last months free make-up drawing!  I'm so excited!!  I never win!  I kind of feel a little like Kim today! (She's a Winner!!)  This is a picture of my new favorite lip balm!  Only I have mine in Lime.  I love it!  Thanks Tracy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3273071101887725998?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3273071101887725998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3273071101887725998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3273071101887725998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3273071101887725998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a Winner!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R8MDH3o4ezI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jKBNIDPgXc8/s72-c/PROD_1039934_LG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8995561432311891251</id><published>2008-02-25T01:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:05:49.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Mom's Birthday!!  Remember how I was going to call her and then I went to work and the rest of the world didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; anymore?  So here's my shout out to my mom on her special day!  Hi Mom!  I hope you had a great birthday!  I heard you were able to talk to everyone here at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; that was celebrating their birthday's!  I'm glad they all wished you well!  Sorry I didn't get to call you, by the time I got home it would have been after 1 am your time.  But I did get to talk to you on Saturday, so that was good.  Just wanted to let you know how much I love you.  Thanks for all you do for me (aka, listen to me whine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!!).  Hope to you see on March 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  I'll call with more details.  I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8995561432311891251?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8995561432311891251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8995561432311891251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8995561432311891251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8995561432311891251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mom.html' title='My Mom!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5442330755204267635</id><published>2008-02-22T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:43:07.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Here!!!</title><content type='html'>I love my Prada Backpack &amp;amp; my Skechers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5442330755204267635?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5442330755204267635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5442330755204267635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5442330755204267635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5442330755204267635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re Here!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-796161099468389093</id><published>2008-02-21T11:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:30:39.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skechers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R73AOno4eyI/AAAAAAAAARw/lBVBkO5noAc/s1600-h/36836_BLK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169499304682355490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R73AOno4eyI/AAAAAAAAARw/lBVBkO5noAc/s200/36836_BLK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so ready for Spring to happen!  I can't wait until these little cuties show up at my house (on Saturday according to FedEx Tracking).  And just so everyone knows, Skechers.com is having a nice sale right now, 35% off and free shipping.  There are a few more pair that I really think I need!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-796161099468389093?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/796161099468389093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=796161099468389093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/796161099468389093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/796161099468389093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/skechers.html' title='Skechers'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R73AOno4eyI/AAAAAAAAARw/lBVBkO5noAc/s72-c/36836_BLK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3585737543932560911</id><published>2008-02-16T21:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:57:42.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colbie Calliat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7fMTno4exI/AAAAAAAAARk/1IplR1rTw3g/s1600-h/11Pmk3CL8lL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823734860970770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7fMTno4exI/AAAAAAAAARk/1IplR1rTw3g/s200/11Pmk3CL8lL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you don't know who Colbie Calliat is, she is the musician that sings "Bubbly". We went to her concert last night. It was held in SLC at the Venue. We hung out on the balcony, it was cool. I think the best part of the concert was watching her 2 guitarists, Justin Young and Tim Fagan. I think she might have something going on with Justin, if he were in my band, I'd have something going with him, (if Tim was busy of course). She's coming back to Utah in April to the Tuacahn in St. George. I think we'll have to see her again. It might be our goal to hang out with band. All I'll need is a black T-shirt with the white letters S E C U R I T Y. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin &amp;amp; Colbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7fMJHo4ewI/AAAAAAAAARc/kPLSeyUmb8g/s1600-h/l_3402edbff92dd0038a6d05015bf87720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167823554472344322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7fMJHo4ewI/AAAAAAAAARc/kPLSeyUmb8g/s200/l_3402edbff92dd0038a6d05015bf87720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&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/7776196851651326096-3585737543932560911?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3585737543932560911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3585737543932560911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3585737543932560911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3585737543932560911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/colbie-calliat.html' title='Colbie Calliat'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7fMTno4exI/AAAAAAAAARk/1IplR1rTw3g/s72-c/11Pmk3CL8lL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-17120454550093879</id><published>2008-02-15T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:48:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Reallly Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Amber Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-17120454550093879?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/17120454550093879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=17120454550093879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/17120454550093879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/17120454550093879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-reallly-me.html' title='Is it Reallly Me?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5275678865117687109</id><published>2008-02-15T00:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:30:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7U8aXo4etI/AAAAAAAAARE/TAAwhCdmDa0/s1600-h/heartmine.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167102571197266642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7U8aXo4etI/AAAAAAAAARE/TAAwhCdmDa0/s200/heartmine.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's the day of love.  The day where all beings express how they feel for their significant other(s).  The day where all the mooshie endearments are acceptable without the rolling of eyes.  The day where you can truely act like you're in grade school and eat the candy hearts you just glued onto your homemade doily valentine's day card.  So what if you're really not into the day of Love?  Does that make you a touch weird?  Does that mean Bitter is busting out and will shine all day long?  Does that mean your heartless soul wails in pain and agony?  Or does it simply mean that you've already put in your 43 hours this week and you're exhausted and the thought of having to make heart shaped cookies and leave them on your unsuspecting Valentine's door makes you want to cry?  Yeah, I'm in that catagory.  I love making fun Valentine's cookies and the cute homemade cards and sneaking them onto a door step and then running for the hills before you get caught!  I think its fun!  But this year?  Well, I'm just too exhausted.  The thought of having to go to the store to buy the flour to go into the cookies makes me want to just sit on the floor and cry until the end of summer.  Which is kind of a sad thought since I have so many fun ideas to try out and now I have to wait until next year.  So the point of this tirade?  I need to stop working so many stinking hours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5275678865117687109?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5275678865117687109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5275678865117687109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5275678865117687109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5275678865117687109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7U8aXo4etI/AAAAAAAAARE/TAAwhCdmDa0/s72-c/heartmine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3825379765382580392</id><published>2008-02-13T09:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:30:12.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7MhHXo4esI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JFFg4IElma0/s1600-h/0612061741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166509608012380866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7MhHXo4esI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JFFg4IElma0/s200/0612061741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Trent's birthday!  And I believc he is the BIG 4-OH!!  LOL!!  That's funny!!  I bet he doesn't think it's nearly as funny as I do.  So in case you aren't sure who Trent is, he's my brother, do I really need to say older?  And here is what I want everyone to know about Trent......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; He has 4 kids, all really cute and full of personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He loves Jets, not the team but the actual flying vehicles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He loves to Duck hunt with his dog Ridge, in his really cool duck boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He's partial to red socks, especially with Tuxedos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He loves The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; His heart is built on gernerousity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; His family always comes first, even before the NFL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He'd like to see the world and has been to atleast 3 different countries that I know of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; He's your ideal big brother, always willing to help you out, make sure you're okay and nosey about who you date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the best thing about Trent......He has one really awesome hairstyle!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Trent!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3825379765382580392?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3825379765382580392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3825379765382580392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3825379765382580392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3825379765382580392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-trent.html' title='Happy Birthday Trent!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R7MhHXo4esI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JFFg4IElma0/s72-c/0612061741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8903753617630764575</id><published>2008-02-10T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:26:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R68k0Xo4erI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KYgeV5bE064/s1600-h/Guitar-hero-iii-cover-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165387779734534834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R68k0Xo4erI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KYgeV5bE064/s200/Guitar-hero-iii-cover-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first time playing GH3 I had 79% and 26 straight notes.  I'm now up to 90% with 56 notes.  Not anywhere near the pro's but not bad for only playing 4 times, well not bad for me.  I love this game!!  Dahl received it for his birthday and I can't stop wanting to play it!  He said he needs to pick up another guitar so we can battle each other!  I think I need to pick up a Wii and Guitar Hero 3 for Valentine's Day, cuz really I love myself that much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8903753617630764575?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8903753617630764575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8903753617630764575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8903753617630764575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8903753617630764575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-it.html' title='I LOVE IT!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R68k0Xo4erI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KYgeV5bE064/s72-c/Guitar-hero-iii-cover-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7574954266947743426</id><published>2008-02-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:17:02.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAHL!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dahl!!  Who reallly believed you'd make it to 26?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7574954266947743426?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7574954266947743426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7574954266947743426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7574954266947743426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7574954266947743426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/dahl.html' title='DAHL!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6704705244014983223</id><published>2008-02-05T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:37:52.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Max!</title><content type='html'>OKAY!! So here's how my day started out......I had to take the YHA Girls to school this morning and stay with them all day. So we start out in the parking lot getting ready to leave for school and I take a very graceful dive on the 3 inches of ice. No problem, nothing broken, just got my really cute red Avon bag a bit dirty. I go to school with the girls, try to stay awake in History (hmmm, deja vu), helped out in English, was hit on in Science, and completely lost in Math. So after a wonderful day of Middle School I come home and leave for a quick trip to Holiday. On our way home we start to have car problems and end up hanging out on I-15 for 2 and a half hours waiting for a tow truck, that we never ending up seeing cuz we're not that patient. (Dahl showed up to save us, THANK YOU DAHL!! When in trouble just call Dahl! He also made us chicken enchilladas for dinner). We finally make it home and we're late for Enrichment (see Mom, I do know what that is!!). We grab our stuff and the yummy brownies that Tara made and head out. We do our thing at Enrichment and we're ready to go home. I come out of the church and get to the car and gracefully biff it on the ice again. (I'm telling you, I'm good at this now!) So 3 things....... 1) I really hate Utah in the Winter, 2) Its all okay because we have left over brownies (I think someone new I was going to need them) and 3) Its still an AWESOME day because I have Max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163762507058748514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6lepDG3nGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kpsBhsZ6Vqo/s200/0205081658.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is my new puppy!! He's only 5 weeks old and an only child to Zowie and Stormie. I found him in Holiday, Utah and can't wait to bring him home in 2 weeks! This is him being held by Tara, funny how you can't really see Tara, some puppies are just camera hogs I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163763396116978802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6lfczG3nHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_gUbd0AqI4A/s200/Max1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Max will only be in the 3 to 4 lb range, his mom is 3lbs and his dad is 4lbs, so that makes him the perfect size! I can't wait to bring him home! He'll be the same size as Ellie. His mother could be Ellie's twin white sister! It was crazy how much they looked alike! I think I held her more than Max, and yes I did offer to take her home too. She was just so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163765754054024370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6lhmDG3nLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZGLAlQZYm5U/s200/Max5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The woman I adopted him from was so nice! I think she was really excited to know that Max was going to be spoiled rotten. As we were leaving she kept giving us hugs, she was really, really nice. She even gave me an X-ray of Max in his mom's tummy. Its cool! I really can't wait to bring him home!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even if your day starts out by faceplanting it on the parking lot ice rink, and finishes with you butt-planting it on another parking lot ice rink, it doesn't mean its a bad day. I had brownies and I have Max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6704705244014983223?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6704705244014983223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6704705244014983223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6704705244014983223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6704705244014983223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-max.html' title='My New Max!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6lepDG3nGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kpsBhsZ6Vqo/s72-c/0205081658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3910044165920838815</id><published>2008-02-04T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:21:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Turtles are Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6a8pTG3nEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1oa1TF9mzhY/s1600-h/hawksbill-sea-turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163021440516594754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6a8pTG3nEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1oa1TF9mzhY/s200/hawksbill-sea-turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Turtles can sense latitude and they can also distinguish magnetic field intensity, which gives a rough indication of longitude.  Which allows the sea turtle to determine its position at sea.   Noggin' Dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3910044165920838815?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3910044165920838815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3910044165920838815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3910044165920838815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3910044165920838815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/02/sea-turtles-are-cool.html' title='Sea Turtles are Cool'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6a8pTG3nEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1oa1TF9mzhY/s72-c/hawksbill-sea-turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4595200714790169780</id><published>2008-01-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:11:07.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6LBFDG3nDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HL-41D6zjeI/s1600-h/1115071011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161900415397633074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6LBFDG3nDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HL-41D6zjeI/s200/1115071011a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows about my Ellie.  She's the cutest little poodle EVER!!  She was adopted into my family on Sept. 29th, 2004.  She weighed 4 oz when she was born and has grown to a full 3 lbs.  She has her own traveling suit case for airplanes (Thanks Tara!!  You rock!!) that matches my purse (you can say "That's Hot!" right now).  She has her very own red Parka for the Utah Winter Weather, several sweaters and a line of cute outfits with matching accessories.  She has her very own jewelry box and traveling closet.  She likes having her toe nails painted, but not in red, she prefers carnival or soft pink.  She loves to play in the snow and dance for treats.  She'll sit pretty for you and play catch with any ball, squeaky toy or doll.  And is currently suffering from LSE (Low Self-Esteem).  She had the most unfortunate accident with a pair of hair clippers this week.  She was attacked by some crazed looney lady that was obviously jealous of Ellie's beauty and charm.  And due to this unfortunate accident Ellie now shivers through out the day and night and refuses to prance in front of mirrors.  So we're asking you for your love and support.  For only a few "I love you's" a day, you too, can support this tiny creature of beauty.  With your support you will receive...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)   Weekly pictures of Ellie, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)   Updated emails on her health &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)   And a personalized autographed picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So don't hesitate a minute longer!  Reach out!  And show your love and support to the Cutest Poodle EVER!!    For we all know that Love, makes your hair grow faster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4595200714790169780?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4595200714790169780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4595200714790169780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4595200714790169780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4595200714790169780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/ellie.html' title='Ellie'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R6LBFDG3nDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HL-41D6zjeI/s72-c/1115071011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8252493247386629449</id><published>2008-01-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:15:22.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn't get a chance to put this on last night, so I'll do it today.  Happy Birthday Dad!  Here are a few things about my Dad......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's Funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has a great love for flashlights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has no hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He speaks in proverbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes Westerns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And he has some serious OCD with his glasses being sent to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Dad!!  Hope you have a great birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8252493247386629449?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8252493247386629449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8252493247386629449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8252493247386629449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8252493247386629449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5727687114576768999</id><published>2008-01-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:37:26.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R5d67DG3m1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ns6JwWFoWI8/s1600-h/L2_fit_exbl_main_103007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158727053041179474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R5d67DG3m1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ns6JwWFoWI8/s200/L2_fit_exbl_main_103007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas, Tara gave me a stability ball and all the fun little accessories that go with it.  I have been having so much fun with it!  It came with 3 different workouts, one being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pilate's&lt;/span&gt;, and it really kicks my trash.  I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5727687114576768999?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5727687114576768999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5727687114576768999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5727687114576768999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5727687114576768999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R5d67DG3m1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ns6JwWFoWI8/s72-c/L2_fit_exbl_main_103007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3706700892446901038</id><published>2008-01-19T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:24:33.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho.....Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>We're off to Idaho to visit Brooke.  Hope everyone has a great weekend!!  See ya Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3706700892446901038?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3706700892446901038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3706700892446901038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3706700892446901038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3706700892446901038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/idahohere-we-come.html' title='Idaho.....Here We Come!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2444809296666406529</id><published>2008-01-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:21:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahl.....My Ode to DAHL!!!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been feeling very well this last week, hence the whine in every comment that I make. I've picked up this nasty head cold/sinus infection. And its decided to camp out in my ears. I really just can't hear anymore. So last night I had come to my breaking point. You know that point where you just don't have the patience to handle anything anymore. I usually need a brownie when this happens. Last night was no different, I needed my brownie. So I went to the store, cuz heaven forbid I make a brownie myself, and I'm thinking all the way there of what kind of brownie I'm going to get. I could have my all time favorite mint or I could have my Dad's favorite, German Chocolate or I could have Tara's favorite, Cream Cheese. ALL of these are excellent choices. So I went to the bakery to pick, maybe I'd take one of each and be good for the weekend. So I'm searching and searching and searching, I can't find any brownies. So I start talking to myself, "They can't really be out of brownies, this just doesn't happen. No Brownies?? What is going on?? A Brownie Shortage?? I've never heard of this before!!". So yeah, I start to get the wild eye, the world has come to an end look on my face. We're in panic mode. So I buy my apple cider run a few more errands and then come home and call Dahl. He's nice enough to stop playing Call of Duty (what are they on now 4?) and come over and give me a blessing. So here's my ode to Dahl, He Rocks!! I've vowed to stop pulling on his beard until he shaves the ugly thing off. I promise to stop telling large groups of people that he is the Original Hairy Bum. I'll stop encouraging small children to kick him as a sign of affection. And I'll even stop giving him pamphlets on what he can do about hair replacement. I love Dahl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2444809296666406529?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2444809296666406529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2444809296666406529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2444809296666406529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2444809296666406529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/dahlmy-ode-to-dahl.html' title='Dahl.....My Ode to DAHL!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2554968336285470385</id><published>2008-01-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:03:18.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotions.......hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>So less than 24 hours ago, I was complaining about how I work too much. No big deal, I'm a whiner, I get it. I went to my staff meeting today and then had a follow up with the "big whigs". No biggie, they're all fun-loving people. I already knew what we were going to talk about. I've been given the opportunity to be a shift lead at the home. Just means more responsibility, better pay. And I've been thinking about it for about a week, the pro's, the con's, etc. And I had decided that I really like my 2 nights a week, low responsibility job. That being a shift lead isn't really where I want to be right now. So when they asked me if I would take the position, I was really surprised to hear my No sound so much like a Yes. And even more surprised to hear a list of benefits. So now I have to ask myself, what went wrong? What happened to my No? Why did it sound like Yes? And why did I agree to 5 nights a week? Is this a new form of self-inflicted pain? Do I really hate myself that much? I never thought I hated myself! I've always thought I liked me. I have Sweet Rockin' Hair!! What's to hate about that?? So now, I'm finishing off my day, as I sit here contemplating what's to come, while I eat my yummy honey wheat bagel with plain cream cheese (I'm saving my pumpkin spice for toast). And question whether or not the group home really does suck out my brain cells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2554968336285470385?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2554968336285470385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2554968336285470385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2554968336285470385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2554968336285470385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/promotionshmmmmm.html' title='Promotions.......hmmmmm'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6716126652558165452</id><published>2008-01-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:18:37.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened??</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said I wanted to get out of my house?  I felt like because I worked at home and never went anywhere but Walmart, that I needed to spend 2 nights a week working at a girls group home?  And somehow those 2 nights turned to 5?  And now I work like 70 hours a week?  What happened??   (and just a side note, toast should really only be eaten with such things like pumpkin spice cream cheese)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6716126652558165452?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6716126652558165452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6716126652558165452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6716126652558165452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6716126652558165452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened.html' title='What Happened??'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8167334795382642244</id><published>2008-01-15T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:13:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break Returns!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4zZfVIFJdI/AAAAAAAAANE/z2KYpxxbsso/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155734805702583762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4zZfVIFJdI/AAAAAAAAANE/z2KYpxxbsso/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so excited for Prison Break to finally return last night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I finally had the chance to sit down and watch my show (at midnight),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't remember what was going on! Like what happened to Linc's arm? Did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael get caught trying to pull Whistler down from the helicopter? And I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofia was leaving? (I can't be the only one that thinks she's annoying and should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swimming with the fishes!!) I just need to go back and watch the last few epsides before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they took their holiday break to get caught back up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4zZL1IFJbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Wo73-t8fUU4/s1600-h/pb_seven_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8167334795382642244?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8167334795382642244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8167334795382642244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8167334795382642244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8167334795382642244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/prison-break-returns.html' title='Prison Break Returns!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4zZfVIFJdI/AAAAAAAAANE/z2KYpxxbsso/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6422660918795538793</id><published>2008-01-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:28:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, Poor Chasers!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Chase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ellie and I would just like you to know that we are thinking of you during this hard time of your life.  Our hearts go out to you and the departure of WOW in your life.  We both know how hard it is to loose such a loved one.  To not be able to come home from school and just log on and "Kill the Bad Guys!!".  To wake up on Saturday morning and save the world from "The Horde".  We hope you find some comfort in this sad time of your life.  If there is anything we can do for you, please don't hesitate to call us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Our Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber &amp;amp; Ellie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6422660918795538793?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6422660918795538793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6422660918795538793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6422660918795538793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6422660918795538793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/poor-poor-chasers.html' title='Poor, Poor Chasers!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2626389018040319998</id><published>2008-01-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:31:03.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4OkNlIFJaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-wYZYkJq9E/s1600-h/0107081607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153142951853237666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4OkNlIFJaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-wYZYkJq9E/s200/0107081607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my first time making a Chicken Pot Pie. And believe it or not, it was me that made it, not Tara. I should really send some to Aunt Billy. I bet she'd love it more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4OjSFIFJYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/B3RdhnoPd7o/s1600-h/0107081655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153141929651021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4OjSFIFJYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/B3RdhnoPd7o/s200/0107081655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all that hard to make. I didn't have any chicken broth or bouillon cubes, so I kind of improvised, but all in all, it wasn't bad. All the kids ate it, so that says something. Tracey even liked it.&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/7776196851651326096-2626389018040319998?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2626389018040319998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2626389018040319998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2626389018040319998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2626389018040319998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-ever.html' title='My First Ever!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4OkNlIFJaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/e-wYZYkJq9E/s72-c/0107081607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1364094860829465364</id><published>2008-01-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:11:43.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4KD0VIFJQI/AAAAAAAAALc/jZer7Cm7biE/s1600-h/thegameplan_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152825858712741122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4KD0VIFJQI/AAAAAAAAALc/jZer7Cm7biE/s200/thegameplan_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is it with Disney movies?  They can only have one parent and the other parent has to have died.  You see it in all of the classics, Cinderella &amp;amp; Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Lion King, etc.  So why do they prompt single parents by way of death?  Weird.  Anyway, we saw this cute movie on Saturday and we're still laughing about it.  "The Rock" did a great job.  He's skinnier than I think I've seen him before, but still built, maybe he doesn't need to be so bulky since he isn't wrestling anymore?  The little girl is really cute, I think she's from Disney's Cory in the House?  I'm not sure, but Disney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; did their share of promoting the Disney Channel &amp;amp; Hannah Montana.  It's not for toddlers, I think they'll get bored, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; for any child addicted to the Disney Channel, and parents (mainly Mom's) will enjoy watching "The Rock" pretend to be a tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1364094860829465364?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1364094860829465364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1364094860829465364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1364094860829465364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1364094860829465364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/game-plan.html' title='The Game Plan'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R4KD0VIFJQI/AAAAAAAAALc/jZer7Cm7biE/s72-c/thegameplan_bigposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6587155133225044323</id><published>2008-01-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:40:17.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchbox Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R38j2FIFJPI/AAAAAAAAALU/0DrjQ81p5Wo/s1600-h/2007_exile_album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151875910731113714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R38j2FIFJPI/AAAAAAAAALU/0DrjQ81p5Wo/s200/2007_exile_album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember when Matchbox Twenty almost called it quits?  And then miraculously they pulled it together put aside their ego's and came out with 6 new songs along the side of a greatest hits album?  Thank heaven for holiday miracles!  I just picked up the fore mentioned album and love it.  But what's not to love?  I have all of their albums, what better than to get the best of the best on one cd with 6 new songs?  My favorite new song is track 4 "These Hard Times".  These boys are coming to town in March, it'll be the 4th time I've seen them in concert.  They're my Fave!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;   (As a side note, I really LOVE Rob Thomas' "Something to Be" album.  And his follow up song "Little Wonders" from Disney's "Meet the Robinsons". )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6587155133225044323?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6587155133225044323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6587155133225044323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6587155133225044323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6587155133225044323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2008/01/matchbox-twenty.html' title='Matchbox Twenty'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R38j2FIFJPI/AAAAAAAAALU/0DrjQ81p5Wo/s72-c/2007_exile_album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6036181592566564451</id><published>2007-12-31T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:59:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say'n Goodbye to 2007!!</title><content type='html'>Wow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Year!! Looking back it seems like forever ago, not 12 months. My year started off by spending more time outside the state of Utah than in it (that was really fun!). Then I moved into my parents house, (house-sitting until they return in November 2008). Started up a salon in their house, thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad! Its been worth it! After spending my mornings running around with 3 munchkins, I decided to spend 2 of my nights a week babysitting at a girls group home (this has been one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life!!). And now I find myself waking up to 2008. So what have I learned from this last year? I've learned that when life seems over-whelming and I just don't know where to start cleaning up the mess, someone will always show up and not only point me in the right direction but help me with the clean-up. I've learned that when the sun goes down on a day filled with bitter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, a bright new morning holds a precious gift called hope. I've also learned that family can be the strongest bond I'll ever know. I also learned that I remembered how to wire an electrical outlet and that screw-drivers really shouldn't go in them. I also learned that 2-year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; should be buckled while in the car AT ALL TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;So now that 2008 has started, what do I look forward to? Well, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had our New Year's Day brunch at Kari's. Every year we all pick something that we try to go throughout the new year without. (This really all started when I was addicted to M&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;M's&lt;/span&gt;). So listening to what everyone was picking, I was looking for ideas. I joked around about giving up cake, (I never eat cake). Tara joked about giving up Spam, (yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she eats so much of that!!) and Trent is giving up buffets for 3 months (he spends too much time at the Luxor). Yet, I still couldn't come up with anything. I finally decided.......I wasn't going to give up anything! That I want to try something different. That I really want to do something better! Instead of giving up a bad habit, I want to create a good habit! So here's my top pick on the 'Creating a Better Habit' list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1- I want to be better at being healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;No more thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DCNL&lt;/span&gt; is a food group that follows mint anything!! And that they both require multiple servings a day).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go! On to a better year! On to making a better habit! I hope that by the time I look back on 2008, I'll be able to say "I am better!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6036181592566564451?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6036181592566564451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6036181592566564451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6036181592566564451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6036181592566564451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/sayn-goodbye-to-2007.html' title='Say&apos;n Goodbye to 2007!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-941752593960086629</id><published>2007-12-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:21:17.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R3PdD1IFJNI/AAAAAAAAALE/OJ0JK3-XdK0/s1600-h/1226071949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148701856884925650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R3PdD1IFJNI/AAAAAAAAALE/OJ0JK3-XdK0/s200/1226071949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the Wagon Ride at Thanksgiving Point last night.  I had no idea we had so many Cowboys!!  All of a sudden we were surrounded, I felt like I had just robbed a bank and they sent the town posse after me! And I have my suspicions that there were more, maybe an Oklahoma Posse!  So despite the COLD weather it was a really fun time!  We went throughout Thanksgiving Park to see all the lights while being pulled by two HUGE horses, I think one was named Sye.  So thank you to Shadd, our driver/instigator and a special thanks to Tara for letting me drink half of her hot chocolate!!  You Rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-941752593960086629?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/941752593960086629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=941752593960086629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/941752593960086629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/941752593960086629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/cowboy-up.html' title='Cowboy Up!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R3PdD1IFJNI/AAAAAAAAALE/OJ0JK3-XdK0/s72-c/1226071949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4333787087092995547</id><published>2007-12-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T13:18:18.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a day that is filled with big smiles and even bigger hugs!!  Merry Christmas!!  Thank You for making this holiday such a special one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4333787087092995547?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4333787087092995547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4333787087092995547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4333787087092995547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4333787087092995547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5047761074944073434</id><published>2007-12-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:15:38.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Amber,  From: Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R26WJVIFJMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VEPAoT2j620/s1600-h/1223070949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147216511165080770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R26WJVIFJMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VEPAoT2j620/s200/1223070949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Christmas Time!  I went last minute shopping yesterday for Dahl.  And as much as I think he would LOVE this purse, I just don't think he can pull it off, its really not his style.  So under the tree it goes, for me!!  I can't wait to see what I find for him tomorrow!  I'm hoping for a really pretty silver wide-band ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5047761074944073434?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5047761074944073434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5047761074944073434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5047761074944073434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5047761074944073434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-amber-from-amber.html' title='To: Amber,  From: Amber'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R26WJVIFJMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VEPAoT2j620/s72-c/1223070949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5591947516995678324</id><published>2007-12-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:15:10.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addiction!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/ChristmasCookies.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146319721993675954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R2tmhVIFJLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hfDWvUFCmLk/s200/peanutblossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so addicted to the website &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/ChristmasCookies.html"&gt;The Joy of Baking&lt;/a&gt;.  I love this website!  I've tried out a couple of different cookie recipes and I can't wait to try out the fudge recipes.  They have almost any cookie/treat/dessert you could ever imagine!  I love it!  I also love that I have the next week off of work and can start making even more fun treats!  I can't wait to try these Peanut Blossoms!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5591947516995678324?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5591947516995678324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5591947516995678324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5591947516995678324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5591947516995678324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-addiction.html' title='My New Addiction!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R2tmhVIFJLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hfDWvUFCmLk/s72-c/peanutblossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5975534726818820269</id><published>2007-12-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:26:17.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards, Cards and More Cards!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R17HrjVyZXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LLvJnvBGoPs/s1600-h/1210072244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142767375538611570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R17HrjVyZXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LLvJnvBGoPs/s200/1210072244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I said I had 25 Christmas Cards already done?  Well here are a few of them.  I've been having a ball doing them.  We finally set up a table in the guest room to work on, yeah the kitchen table was getting over crowded.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5975534726818820269?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5975534726818820269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5975534726818820269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5975534726818820269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5975534726818820269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/cards-cards-and-more-cards.html' title='Cards, Cards and More Cards!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R17HrjVyZXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LLvJnvBGoPs/s72-c/1210072244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2356424984037063116</id><published>2007-12-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:28:17.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma Kit VS. First Aid Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1xYMVTNIXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lw2yauEpUAw/s1600-h/800px-Defibrillateur_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142081843449635186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1xYMVTNIXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lw2yauEpUAw/s200/800px-Defibrillateur_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had to re-certify for my CPR/First Aid.  This class was so much faster than my first class, thank goodness!!  I was only there 2 hours, instead of the original 8.   And it really helped that the hottee instructor was funny.  So after learning that the original 1 to 5 and 2 to 15 cycles were changed to 2 to 30 cycles I got to practice on the "dummy", and then finished up our class.  But our hottee instructor finished up with this really interesting side note.  He is currently in the Air Force Med Something, Something, Something and has been around the world 7 times.  He is working at UMed when he isn't being pulled into different countries to do whatever it is he does there and thinks that Utah is one of the biggest "Good Samaratian" states he has ever been in.  However, he said for as many people that are here to help in trauma situations, no one really carries a Trauma Kit.  He said everyone has a First Aid Kit, but no one ever has Trauma Kits.  So what is the difference?  Good question!  That's what I asked!  Here's the break down..........First Aid Kit:  usually holds band-aids, anti-septic, blanket, alcohol swabs, q-tips and some guaze squares.  Trauma Kit:  will hold 10 to 12 feminine product pads, 7 to 8 tampons, a roll of vet tape (or duct tape, but it isn't as forgiving, but will do), blankets and an anti-histamine (benadryl, liquid form).  Toby said you could go to Walmart, Cabella's or any type of Medical Supply store and pick up a pre-packaged Trauma Kit, but that he's found the most useful and less expensive kit was put together on your own.  He liked a homemade kit for one really big reason, YOU know what is in it and where to find what you're looking for.  So after learning this, I looked at the kit I have in my Jeep and sure enough!  I have a First Aid Kit.  He said the best thing I could do with the q-tips in my trauma situation was calm the person down and then clean out their ears!  And he was right, there wasn't anything in my kit that would help me in a trauma situation.  So for Christmas this year, I've decided that for every gift I give to Friends and Family, they will also get their very own Trauma Kit!  I know its tacky, but hey!  Its also useful!  So Merry Christmas Everyone!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just my own little side note, I got to play with the Defibulator and learned that under the "Good Samaratian" Law I can actually shock you 2 to 3 times without "realizing" that you are breathing on your own and still get away with it.  So just to all of those who called me a "Tacky Little Whore!!" just know, if I defibulate you, you're going to get it!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-2356424984037063116?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2356424984037063116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2356424984037063116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2356424984037063116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2356424984037063116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/trauma-kit-vs-first-aid-kit.html' title='Trauma Kit VS. First Aid Kit'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1xYMVTNIXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/lw2yauEpUAw/s72-c/800px-Defibrillateur_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-744717444148655010</id><published>2007-12-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:25:07.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Sad Farewell.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1jg0VTNIQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X7LCr1oH-k4/s1600-h/lg_diet_coke_with_lime%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141106164318937346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1jg0VTNIQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X7LCr1oH-k4/s200/lg_diet_coke_with_lime%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after many tears, loads of heart aches, and tons of restless nights, I have to say Good Bye to my BFF, DCNL (Diet Coke With Lime).  I can't believe it has actually come to this, this sad, sad, farewell.  Why?!?  Why you ask?  Why would I turn my back on my BFF???  Well, it's really hard to say.  Some might tell you that its because of my fear of commitment, and that DCNL just got too close.  Others might say its because I'm only getting 4 to 6 hours of sleep and its making me loopy.  But that's just crazy talk!!  What I think is going on is this........Zona won't stop drinking out of my bottle!!  And he gives back more than what he takes and I can't TAKE it anymore!!  One of them just has to go!!  And since Tara seems to be "attached" to the little guy, he has to stay!  So now I must say Good Bye to my BFF, my funky little lime, my happiness in a 12 oz can, my makin' it through the day only because of you, Sweetness!!  I will miss you the most my little pick-me-up!  You've been there for me through the good and bad, through the laughter, through the tears, through the never ending years!  I'll always love you My DCNL!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-744717444148655010?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/744717444148655010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=744717444148655010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/744717444148655010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/744717444148655010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/such-sad-farewell.html' title='Such Sad Farewell.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1jg0VTNIQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X7LCr1oH-k4/s72-c/lg_diet_coke_with_lime%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6458826496389849681</id><published>2007-12-05T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:15:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1bqcVTNIPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KeveoEOjFNw/s1600-h/1204071427+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140553797164933362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1bqcVTNIPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KeveoEOjFNw/s200/1204071427+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I'm supposed to do Christmas Shopping for people other than myself?  Yeah, sometimes I forget.  So Merry Christmas to ME!!  I can't wait to open these up on Christmas Morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6458826496389849681?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6458826496389849681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6458826496389849681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6458826496389849681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6458826496389849681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R1bqcVTNIPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KeveoEOjFNw/s72-c/1204071427+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6324624143277830518</id><published>2007-11-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:54:37.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...Thanksgiving...Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Thanksgiving!! Thank You to everyone that showed up and helped out! It was a really great time. The food was amazing and the people were even better. Thanks to Brooke for traveling the furthest to come visit (see ya at Christmas!!). And thanks for making your yummy garlic potatoes. Thanks to Trent and Lisa for dropping off their drinks and that yummy razzleberry pie (yep, I ate half of it!). Thanks to Drew &amp;amp; Kari for bringing the yummy brownie pie (yep, I ate half of that too!). Thanks to Aaron for showing up. Thanks to Tara for cooking the turkey, stuffing and yummy pumpkin turtle pie (I only had one slice, I promise!). And thanks to that one girl with the Sweet Rockin' Hair that made the pumpkin pies (yep, started my day off with pumpkin pie and then finished my day off with pumpkin pie). Thanks to all the little kids that played all the fun games! And a special thanks to Hunter who started his list of "Thankfuls" with, "Thanks for letting me play your game cube, you should really get a Wii". And to Eathen who was thankful for "This charming little fella next to me, J.T.". You guys are awesome! And a special THANK YOU to Kim!! Thanks for letting everyone else invade your home and being kind enough to still feed them. I hope your nerves and patience come back for Christmas. THANKS EVERYONE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6324624143277830518?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6324624143277830518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6324624143277830518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6324624143277830518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6324624143277830518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgivingthanksgivingthanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving...Thanksgiving...Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1086560708567635455</id><published>2007-11-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:55:16.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hotter Tucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R0KDtMj9qXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h1K1OKeTIIQ/s1600-h/penn_badgley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134811337645205874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R0KDtMj9qXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h1K1OKeTIIQ/s200/penn_badgley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, so after watching John Tucker Must Die, I decided that I need to bond with my saucy little niece.  And what better way than by getting my own Soul Mate?  So this week's Soul Mate is "The Hotter Tucker", Penn Badgley.  I know nothing about the Hotter Tucker, other than he's on a new series called Gossip Girl.  I haven't a clue what that is all about.  But I really think that the Hotter Tucker should move right on over to Prison Break!  This way I will go out of my way to watch him!  And just a side note, PB isn't on again until January.  Now what am I going to do on Monday nights?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1086560708567635455?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1086560708567635455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1086560708567635455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1086560708567635455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1086560708567635455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/hotter-tucker.html' title='The Hotter Tucker'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/R0KDtMj9qXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h1K1OKeTIIQ/s72-c/penn_badgley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4068028243494379717</id><published>2007-11-16T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:02:12.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawyer's Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rz6QScj9qWI/AAAAAAAAAII/eG83eo9R6s0/s1600-h/720~Troy-Bolton-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133699271828023650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rz6QScj9qWI/AAAAAAAAAII/eG83eo9R6s0/s200/720~Troy-Bolton-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Zack Efron!  Who on the planet Earth has NOT heard this name??  My saucy little niece Sawyer has decided that this is her one and only Soul Mate!!  She has him on a shirt, on her books, on cd and even on her socks!  I think she might even have him on her pillow!!  She just might be his biggest fan EVER!!  I've seen High School Musical 2 more times than I care to admit, and I've seen Hairspray even more!  And if I ever meet him on the street I hope he'll come home for dinner!  That way, Sawyer can let him know how devoted she truely is to her one and only Soul Mate!!  Ahhhh, to be that young and crushing again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4068028243494379717?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4068028243494379717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4068028243494379717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4068028243494379717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4068028243494379717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/sawyers-soul-mate.html' title='Sawyer&apos;s Soul Mate'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rz6QScj9qWI/AAAAAAAAAII/eG83eo9R6s0/s72-c/720~Troy-Bolton-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3615491942360072674</id><published>2007-11-15T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:56:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RzyU7Mj9qUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SaFf9O6nhvg/s1600-h/1115071011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133141420000782658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RzyU7Mj9qUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SaFf9O6nhvg/s200/1115071011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally gave her a hair cut yesterday.  I forget how small she is after you take away all the hair!  I bought her a little red coat for the winter.  Its way cute with a hood with fur on the collar.  She also just picked up her first pair of sunglasses this week,  They're really cute!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3615491942360072674?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3615491942360072674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3615491942360072674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3615491942360072674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3615491942360072674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/ellie.html' title='Ellie'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RzyU7Mj9qUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SaFf9O6nhvg/s72-c/1115071011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5787180737999532609</id><published>2007-11-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:55:17.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over!!!!</title><content type='html'>This week has been one of the roughest I have ever been through.  I'm so glad it all ends tonight!  Sunday will bring a whole new week and let's hope it won't be anywhere near what we survived this week.  I'm hoping for clear, calm skies all week long!  Good Luck to everyone on their pre-thanksgiving week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5787180737999532609?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5787180737999532609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5787180737999532609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5787180737999532609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5787180737999532609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over!!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7865338268277297796</id><published>2007-11-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:27:11.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Target!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Target yesterday and they had the funnest sale going on!  All the Halloween Costumes were 90% off.  So I picked up a few for the kids to play with.  I also picked up a few fuzzy warm socks for the winter!  I had so much fun!  But for as much fun as I had, I think Broc had more fun running around as Shrek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7865338268277297796?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7865338268277297796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7865338268277297796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7865338268277297796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7865338268277297796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-target.html' title='I LOVE Target!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6245590287090591156</id><published>2007-11-01T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:53:42.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Can Go On.....</title><content type='html'>I have now finished all 3 books in the Twilight series.  For all those that encouraged me to read them, well, let's just say Um, Thanks?  I was really hoping for a better ending.  Well actually, I was hoping for&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; an ending!  I had so many unanswered questions that I had to text Erin at 1 in the morning and grumble to her, then I hadn't quite gotten it all out so I had to call Kim this morning to let it ALL out!  Thanks Kim for letting me spout off!  And just for the record, I'm a total Jacob fan.  And I can't remember how many times I wished I could put a bow on Bella and give her to Jane for Christmas!!  And with that said!  Let's get on with life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-6245590287090591156?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6245590287090591156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6245590287090591156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6245590287090591156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6245590287090591156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-can-go-on.html' title='Life Can Go On.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-876339528819654089</id><published>2007-10-31T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:58:18.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Ryizkzf74TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-6qvl0YHQ0I/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127545620642128178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Ryizkzf74TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-6qvl0YHQ0I/s200/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, after MUCH encouragement, I started the series.  And here we are half way through the most recent book, Eclipse.  I don't want to say too much until I've finished the book, which hopefully will be tomorrow.  But I had to put something on my blog since life has been non-existant for the last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-876339528819654089?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/876339528819654089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=876339528819654089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/876339528819654089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/876339528819654089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Ryizkzf74TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-6qvl0YHQ0I/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1129885141067263535</id><published>2007-10-23T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:19:11.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rx64fRivUWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jNHSS5L-qrc/s1600-h/1023071913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124736273418768738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rx64fRivUWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jNHSS5L-qrc/s200/1023071913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting this for MONTHS!!  I know I'm a geek, but I keep going back to Roberts picking it up and putting it back and thinking to myself "Self, I can't keep buying card making stuff, there has to be a line somewhere".  And that's when it hit me!  I have to draw the line somewhere!  And what better way to draw the line than with this little baby!!  I'm really excited to break it out!  Oh, and it was the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1129885141067263535?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1129885141067263535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1129885141067263535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1129885141067263535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1129885141067263535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rx64fRivUWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jNHSS5L-qrc/s72-c/1023071913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-1248645214600059392</id><published>2007-10-22T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:56:35.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RxzKSxivUVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fCRTc8RcDoE/s1600-h/medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124192899926282578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RxzKSxivUVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fCRTc8RcDoE/s200/medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading this book about a month ago and made it about 24 pages.  I finally picked it back up and have now made it about 200 pages.  But I have to tell you, my dreams are full of weirdness!  Am I the only one that has an over active imagination that spills into my sleep time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-1248645214600059392?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/1248645214600059392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=1248645214600059392' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1248645214600059392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/1248645214600059392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RxzKSxivUVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fCRTc8RcDoE/s72-c/medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7233068430714202383</id><published>2007-10-20T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:08:31.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Minds Think A-Like!!</title><content type='html'>Tracey, Tara and I went to the Battlecreek Boutique yesterday, and after looking at all the fun crafts and getting new ideas, Tracey said she'd like to catch a movie.  And to be specific she'd like to see Becoming Jane.  So we decided that we should wait until this afternoon to go see the movie.  (Tracey is rather limited to how many hours she can be out of her bed.) So we called Kari and Shay to see if they would like to come along to the movie.  Kari said yes and Shay had plans with her sister-in-law.  So here we come Becoming Jane at 4:40!!  We get to the dollar theatre and the parking lot is packed!  This was rather confusing!  Its only a 4:40 showing.  I knew there was a BYU Football game going on as well as Deer Hunt.  But we go on to get our tickets.  I walk up to check the board for the time and that's when I saw the big white glarring sign saying SOLD OUT!!!  It is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; movie that is SOLD OUT!!  So I think I was right about the whole BYU Football game and Deer Hunt.  After all, I was with one woman whose husband was deer hunting and another whose husband was at the BYU Football game.  So what do women in the Valley do when their husbands are out?  They get together with their girlfriends to see a chick-flick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7233068430714202383?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7233068430714202383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7233068430714202383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7233068430714202383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7233068430714202383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-minds-think-like.html' title='Great Minds Think A-Like!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-8356340230110106180</id><published>2007-10-19T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:02:37.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Times.......</title><content type='html'>Ask me where my week has gone?  I have no idea!!  It all went by in a blur!  And sadly today, Billy is flying back to Iraq.  I'm not sure who it hit the hardest.  Zona wants to know if his Dada is at Costco, Ireland wants to call everyone to tell them that her Dad is gone and that she loves everyone and Broc just wants to keep wearing his Batman costume, (he actually missed school due to the house sleeping in until 9:00).  And Tara, well it's been a blessing in disguise, but the phone has been ringing off the hook.  Her family and friends have been so good to call and keep her mind off of his departure.  But I think it was Billy that suffered the most.  Hopefully the next 8 months will go by just as fast as my week has.  We're very grateful to Billy for the love and sacrifice he shows this world every day.  And thank our Father in Heaven for the many brave, courageous men and women that serve to protect our freedoms and strive for peace.  Thank You Billy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, Tara and I went to the Day Spa yesterday.  I love Tara!!  We each had hour long massages, facials and pedicures.  Sara, the massage therapist worked me over pretty hard.  I am really sore today!  But it was totally worth it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-8356340230110106180?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/8356340230110106180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=8356340230110106180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8356340230110106180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/8356340230110106180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad-times.html' title='Sad Times.......'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3658076489040127966</id><published>2007-10-11T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:10:27.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wives and Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw6AbxivUUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q1dJ-keHDTs/s1600-h/10m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120171041010700610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw6AbxivUUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q1dJ-keHDTs/s200/10m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started watching this last night about 8:30.  I finally went to bed at 3:23.  Lindi and Nate came over to say Hi around 11:00 so I had about an hour break in there.  I really liked this story.  Did it ever say what Osbourne died of?  And am I the only one that thought the step-mother should have died and her ashes left in an urn on the mantle?  Talk about annoying!!  All my thanks to Kim for recommending North and South, and Wives and Daughters, feel free to pass along anymore little goodies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-3658076489040127966?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3658076489040127966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3658076489040127966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3658076489040127966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3658076489040127966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/wives-and-daughters.html' title='Wives and Daughters'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw6AbxivUUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q1dJ-keHDTs/s72-c/10m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-7228578021671177306</id><published>2007-10-10T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:54:48.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottee of the Month.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw1_1RivUTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BipQHQp-k-4/s1600-h/gisborne_bkgd+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119888904609026354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw1_1RivUTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BipQHQp-k-4/s200/gisborne_bkgd+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this Hottee look familiar?  He's on the BBC TV series Robin Hood.  I haven't actually seen the series, but I hear its quite the eye candy.  The second season is just finishing up shooting and I think it will begin showing in March on BBCA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-7228578021671177306?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/7228578021671177306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=7228578021671177306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7228578021671177306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/7228578021671177306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/hottee-of-month.html' title='Hottee of the Month.....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rw1_1RivUTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BipQHQp-k-4/s72-c/gisborne_bkgd+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3237204853831966618</id><published>2007-10-03T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:57:03.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its That Time Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRIFBivUSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdTFcwJGW-4/s1600-h/1003070726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117294327750414626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRIFBivUSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdTFcwJGW-4/s200/1003070726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love decorating for Halloween! Its soooooo much fun!! I did this late last night while my home was invaded for left over meatball subs. That little girl dancing in the mirror is Ireland. I'm also adding some other fun decor's that we did. I really like how the lawn looks!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRHbRivUQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4QkLQM39E0o/s1600-h/1002071845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117293610490876162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRHbRivUQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4QkLQM39E0o/s200/1002071845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRHnhivURI/AAAAAAAAAF0/02wYfVjCks4/s1600-h/1002071846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117293820944273682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRHnhivURI/AAAAAAAAAF0/02wYfVjCks4/s200/1002071846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7776196851651326096-3237204853831966618?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3237204853831966618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3237204853831966618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3237204853831966618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3237204853831966618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-that-time-again.html' title='Its That Time Again!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwRIFBivUSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdTFcwJGW-4/s72-c/1003070726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-5365941330488567641</id><published>2007-10-01T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:17:23.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kim!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwFHbxivUNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gey3rZuEblo/s1600-h/Tink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116449194150678738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwFHbxivUNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gey3rZuEblo/s200/Tink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Kim!!  I hope you have a wonderful day!  And I hope you get a new pair of Sexy New Shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-5365941330488567641?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/5365941330488567641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=5365941330488567641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5365941330488567641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/5365941330488567641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-kim.html' title='Happy Birthday Kim!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RwFHbxivUNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gey3rZuEblo/s72-c/Tink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-4206925368482151630</id><published>2007-09-30T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:33:05.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Monster.......??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster26.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic Demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Nude Beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Crybabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7776196851651326096-4206925368482151630?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/4206925368482151630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=4206925368482151630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4206925368482151630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/4206925368482151630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-monster.html' title='I&apos;m A Monster.......??'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-3174853360067340290</id><published>2007-09-29T12:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:37:39.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes.....I love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv6bLxivUMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C3tH2eLQUDE/s1600-h/0927071500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115696853319372994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv6bLxivUMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C3tH2eLQUDE/s200/0927071500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love summer clearance sales on shoes!  I picked these up at Payless for $5.00. &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/7776196851651326096-3174853360067340290?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/3174853360067340290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=3174853360067340290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3174853360067340290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/3174853360067340290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoesi-love-them.html' title='Shoes.....I love them!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv6bLxivUMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C3tH2eLQUDE/s72-c/0927071500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2719003458998286736</id><published>2007-09-28T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:32:40.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's Birthday Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv3G0BivULI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zCNpRMGtqqY/s1600-h/0927071955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115463348832391346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv3G0BivULI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zCNpRMGtqqY/s200/0927071955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom sent Eve a new dress on her first birthday.  Everyone wanted one for themselves.  It really is a beautiful dress (and headband and bloomers and jacket).&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/7776196851651326096-2719003458998286736?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2719003458998286736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2719003458998286736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2719003458998286736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2719003458998286736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/09/eves-birthday-dress.html' title='Eve&apos;s Birthday Dress'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/Rv3G0BivULI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zCNpRMGtqqY/s72-c/0927071955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-2590150111705969771</id><published>2007-09-27T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:49:26.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Eve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwlNhivUII/AAAAAAAAAEU/sap5E5rSZic/s1600-h/0714071823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115004191058645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwlNhivUII/AAAAAAAAAEU/sap5E5rSZic/s200/0714071823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Eve!!&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/7776196851651326096-2590150111705969771?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/2590150111705969771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=2590150111705969771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2590150111705969771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/2590150111705969771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-eve.html' title='Happy Birthday Eve!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwlNhivUII/AAAAAAAAAEU/sap5E5rSZic/s72-c/0714071823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6014669596473167880</id><published>2007-09-27T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:43:15.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-Up Junkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwighivUGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/waTVC9g0GAc/s1600-h/0927071514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115001218941276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwighivUGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/waTVC9g0GAc/s200/0927071514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got mail!! I never get mail!! So you can imagine how excited I was to get some! The mailman delivered it while I was visiting with my V.T.'s. They finally left and I went to go open my package and you'll never guess what I found! My package was already opened! Apparently Tara thought it was for her, from her Billy. She was more than confused and a little irritated that he would send her make-up since she doesn't wear any, really, what was he thinking?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115002327042838642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwjhBivUHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yjkoXvAqxkc/s200/0708071933b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                             He was pulled over for carrying these guns without a permit.&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/7776196851651326096-6014669596473167880?l=ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/feeds/6014669596473167880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7776196851651326096&amp;postID=6014669596473167880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6014669596473167880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776196851651326096/posts/default/6014669596473167880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambersworld-amber.blogspot.com/2007/09/make-up-junkies.html' title='Make-Up Junkies'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996046393364803941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvwighivUGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/waTVC9g0GAc/s72-c/0927071514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776196851651326096.post-6058866587726349990</id><published>2007-09-23T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:10:18.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvbgHRivUBI/AAAAAAAAADc/Iw9GtH1_HWo/s1600-h/000_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113520842498592786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r_9ztzj7JYo/RvbgHRivUBI/AAAAAAAAADc/Iw9GtH1_HWo/s200/000_1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Zona (the smart little monster that he is), is learning his numbers. So I put together a counting book. And well since its &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; Halloween we went with the theme. I actually got this idea from a book we picked up at the library. It used Ghosts, I used all the fun little creatures from Tara's Stampin' Up Stamps. Which as a side note I would like to say, Shay hated. But I think they're way cute! 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